Miranda Lee was just another space merchant hustling through the black market, trying to make an honest living. Okay, maybe not so honest, but nothing too outrageous either. The real problem? Her clients were scattered across the galaxy, and mana-powered enforcer bots never stopped hunting her down. Then she threw in with the rebellion against the mana AIs and everything unraveled. A desperate mission, a half-finished time machine, and an ambush that left her dead... still questioning if she'd made the right choice. Only... death wasn't the end. Miranda awakens in a lush fantasy world, reborn as a tiny glittering fairy. And she's not alone. The AI that once lingered in her mind has followed her here. As if surviving in this strange new world weren't complicated enough, every beastman she encounters is distractingly handsome... and dangerously tempting. ~°*°~ P.S. Currently editing and republishing. ~°*°~

(+18) COMPLETED ✔ {Highest Ranks & Awards: #1 in Werewolf, #3 in Alpha, #3 in Mate, #16 in Romance, 19/11/2020} ☆☆☆☆ Mirko. Just his name is enough to invoke fear. Young in age yet ancient in his fury, with burning eyes and a bloody history of ice & fangs. His beast-more prehistoric predator than a mere Alpha-rules the shadows as ruthlessly as he rules his pack, the infamous Black Devils. Whispers speak of a curse. Wolves born without mates, destined to lose themselves to the feral madness of their inner beasts. But then came her. ☆☆☆☆ Elena paused, her gaze sweeping over him. His nostrils flared, thick veins bulged along his neck and face, and his eyes were pitch black-voids of pure darkness. Elongated, inhuman ears twitched as sharp fangs pierced his lips. Any sane person would have run for their life. But to Elena, he had never looked more beautiful. ☆☆☆☆ After this book, you'll find yourself longing for that simple, powerful word-the one we all secretly yearn to hear once in a lifetime: MATE ☆☆☆☆ Some reviews from my awesome readers: annaglowka2005: "MASTERPIECE!!!! If you read this book you probably already know how good it is, how characters have an actual personality, how reading this book makes you laugh, cry, and laugh even harder. We know it ,so what I wanted to add is the fact that the author is an amazing person." Hrishita Dhavale: "This book is amazing!! It's so far one of the only books that I've actually waited for an update. I would recommend it to anybody and everybody who loves reading Werewolf romances:)" tamicohen19: "Love love love love love love love love love this book 💕 probably going to read it again and again" irish4jane: "This book is great. The action, romance, humor, and plot are riveting. It's hard to find a book these days that do not need editing and this is one. Nicely done!" Lorine Choi "Your story keeps me wanting to read more. I honestly find its everything amazing.. I, actually, would

Marissa, your typical antisocial university student that is more concerned with her grades and next story update, than she is with forming those lasting relationships we always hear are formed in college. What will she do when she's thrusted in the world of a manhua she read? How will she push herself from her comfort zone and survive in this prehistoric era? Note: Character personality may vary from the manhua. Disclaimer: This book contains mature and triggering themes. Reader discretion is advised. This work is based on the manhua "Beauty and the Beasts," and its corresponding novel, "Leisurely Beast World: Plant Some Fields, Have Some Cubs." Some characters mentioned in this book are not my own. This book is purely for entertainment.

This is my Beauty and the Beasts fanfic translated by the wonderful Azeneth2523! I will post the first 5 translated chapters. After that, please check out the translator's profile for more! https://www.wattpad.com/user/Azeneth2523 Renacer como Personaje Secundario en el Mundo de las Bestias ¿Recuerdas a la chica que Winston rescató y que lo humilló delante de toda la Ciudad de las Bestias al rechazarlo? Sí. Esa soy yo. Renacida como personaje secundario de su novela favorita, Bailey utiliza los recuerdos de su vida pasada para reescribir los destinos de quienes la rodean. A pesar de sus trágicos comienzos, ¿será capaz de ir contra el destino? ¿O su nublada memoria le causará más problemas de los que arregla? ***this is a fanfic. I do not own the original world or characters. Only a couple characters are my own creation. ***

Sequel to Upon Wings Of Change. The dragonets are flourishing; both those in the park and those helping the Kymari. As the first dragonets to hatch in the Kymari civilization, Tessa and her brother are paving a new path as they grow up and learn how to fit into the world. New beginnings are often great things, but sometimes shadows from the distant past come calling. ----------------------------------- I did not originally intend to write a sequel to Upon Wings of Change, but due to a rather large number of requests from numerous individuals, here it is - my first-ever sequel... The cover was created by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given.

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox

As an avid- and fairly unsuccessful- writer of fantasy fiction, I know that dragons are pretty much the pinnacle of existence. I dare anyone to argue. So, when my mundane existence comes to an end and I am offered a choice of whatever race I liked upon reincarnating into a fantasy world, of course I chose dragon. Little did I know that my life as a dragon would take more than its fair share of twists and turns. But hey, I was a dragon... Everyone knows you don't mess with dragons. This is the next one to be added up on Royal Road in a couple days, once Broken's current chapters are done being added :)

Submission to the "What In The Wattpad" contest. Who needs a leopard for protection when you have a rabbit? Beast Tamer Lydia knows one of her companions is a lethal predator - and the other just pretends to be harmless. This is just a sample chapter. Full series being planned for 2027 release.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK