Calista's tormented past and Nyx's vengeance. Escaping from their dark past, Nyx and her brother, Nox, became Rogues in search of answers and freedom. Violence and years of trauma hardened them, while secrets and promises bonded them. What will happen when they cross paths with the pack known for destroying Rogues and conquering the weak? Will the mate bond twist their plans or lead them further down the path of darkness? Is there any salvation for the damned? Only the Moon Goddess knows... - "What is your name? Why is your wolf black?" "It's...not...important." Three more. My head began to lull forward as my neck could no longer hold the weight. He walked around with thundering footsteps and grabbed my head by my wet curls. He pulled my head back until he could see my face, taunting me with a dark smile and eyes full of delight. "Why don't you carry a scent? Who are you?" I gave him a bloody smile as my eyes started to close, darkness singing its siren song beneath the ringing in my ears. "I thought...you'd...never ask," I panted out weakly as I let Enyo penetrate the room with our scent. "I'm...your...mate," I added before passing out, welcoming the darkness like an old, missed friend. - Most impressive ranking: #1 in werewolf, #4 in Lycan, #1 in Slow, #4 in Gory Notes from the Author: If you are looking for a story that leans more on slow-burning, plot-building themes with multiple moving forces that are not solely centered around the straightforward mate bond romance, then start reading! **Strong language and vivid imagery are scattered throughout**

{DISCLAIMER: this story was written 6 year ago! Contains horrible spelling and grammar - lacks answers to many questions (was one of my first stories)} I was warned that pissing off E.J, or also known as the ruler of Gates High School would lead to him getting revenge on me in public, but little did I know he didn't want revenge, but me... And little did he know, I am not that easy, because this girl bites!

Nothing lasts forever, please be my Nothing- Danica Robbins In a world of royal obligations and societal expectations, Prince Johannes is bound by duty to marry Danica Robbins, a union that will secure alliances and strengthen his family's legacy. However, Johannes's heart belongs to another woman, his current girlfriend. Meanwhile, Danica is struggling to come to terms with her new role as a future princess, feeling suffocated by the pressures of royal life. Despite their initial disinterest, they begin to feel an inexplicable connection that neither can explain. As they navigate the complexities of their situation, they must confront their true desires, confront their pasts, and decide whether love will prevail over duty and obligation. Will they choose to follow their hearts, even if it means risking everything, or will they succumb to the pressures of their royal lives?

I've just been hired as a new assistant at a musty, old bookstore. So, I quickly discover that it isn't an ordinary bookstore. Each book is a gateway into the story it contains, literally. Readers can temporarily live inside the books they read, but there's a catch. How did I manage this mystical establishment? Let's find out.

♥ Astrid ♥ Gunshots. Karate moves. Flipping through languages so fast that my brain struggled to catch up. These had been as familiar to me in the six years I had been in training as a school bell or sound of a teacher's voice might be to anyone else. At sixteen, I had seen more death than I cared to talk about. But what could I say? That was what life as a teenage spy was. And as part of America's little-known espionage agency Delta, that was what I had become accustomed to. But I couldn't have known that things were about to change. A new assignment came up, and though I was with people I had known for years, this one would change things so that my life would never be the same. A drug dealer, working undercover in France. People from my past, popping up in the most unexpected places. And the boy with the blue eyes, who could be completely for me or utterly against me; often, I didn't know which. This was one assignment that would stay with me forever. But, of course, I didn't know that as I headed in...to pure Hell. Welcome to Delta. Now that you're here, good luck getting out.

WARNING GRAPHIC CONTENT! THESE ARE THE WRITINGS OF A TRAUMATIZED SOUL. THE PAST IS GONE BUT THE SCARS AND MEMORIES REMAIN. EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS RAW AND TRUE READ WITH CAUTION YES ALL THESE THINGS REALLY DID HAPPEN TO ME NONFICTION POETRY AND SHORT STORY

[WATTYS 2024 SHORTLIST] When a troubled young man named Jake Featherstone enrols at a mysterious and isolated college that has had a recent murder take place, he soon finds himself becoming involved with the friends of the victim and with the killer still at large, perhaps the next victim in line.

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

A relic, stolen from the heart of an ancient city. An echo of nationalist violence not seen since the dark days of the Second World War. Budapest, Hungary. When a priest is murdered at the Basilica of St Stephen and the Holy Right relic is stolen, the ultra-nationalist Eröszak party calls for retribution and anti-Semitic violence erupts in the city. Dr Morgan Sierra, psychologist and ARKANE agent, finds herself trapped inside the synagogue with Zoltan Fischer, a Hungarian Jewish security advisor. As the terrorism escalates, Morgan and Zoltan must race against time to find the Holy Right and expose the conspiracy, before blood is spilled again on the streets of Budapest. One Day In Budapest is a chilling view of a possible future as Eastern Europe embraces right-wing nationalism. A conspiracy thriller for fans of Daniel Silva, where religion and politics intersect.

the most eerie, yet interesting, unsolved cases/mysteries or deaths warning: all true stories. some may be unpleasant. - #2 in thrillers 6/8/19