Being hopeful that seclusion, nature and a fresh start can bring peace to newly divorced Travis, he begins to live out the next chapter of his life settling into a remote cabin hours from his hometown. A surprise visit from his closest neighbor, Genevieve, seems to be just what he needs to move on. But, Travis isn't the only one on this mountain that wants her and she has a secret she's taking to the grave. In his pursuit of Genevieve, Travis uncovers the mysteries buried in these woods and a love that will haunt him forever. But, his courtship is put on hold when the small town sheriff makes him the number one suspect in a murder investigation. While he's desperately trying to prove his innocence, he has to survive the real killer. Whoever, or whatever, that may be. This is a story of brutality, heartbreak, terror and mystery. It is filled with blood, humor, romance and more. Including a huge, surprise, twist-ending that even the most dedicated horror fans will not see coming.

The Father looked upon his seven archangels Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Sealtiel, Jehudiel, and Barachiel and blessed them with eternal happiness. For Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and Sealtiel, he granted them each a special gift for their bravery against the fight against evil. He took a bit of their spirit, and added them to a blossoming flower, a cup of pure water, a flame of fire and a drop of pure gold. The mixture formed an archress, the four archangels' soul mates, who are equal to them. But just when the archress' spirit could solidify, the armies of Lucifer attacked and God sent the spirits away to the land below to hide. In despair, the four archangels begged their Father to allow them to search the earth for their mates and the Father granted them their wish. It is now 2013 and Michael has wondered the Earth looking for his mate, his other half, for more than two millenniums. To his despair, he is the only one out of the four, who haven't found his archress. More than anything, he didn't expect to find her in New York City nor did he expect her to be rough and rude. But there is something about his archress, she is different and she is hiding something.

Ever since I saw you in the mall, I knew who you were. I knew you were following me, trying to keep me safe from whoever else was there for me. Mysterious yet alluring, you were absolute perfection. Any girl could fall in love with you instantly. You had a charm so strong it could make a dead person swoon. You seemed so perfect, but I could see through you. You were so transparent, so strange. I thought I could change you... but, you changed me. I had been sure you were evil. I hated you. But, you protected me. You, my guardian archangel. -Written as a letter from Holland O’Deerie to Seth McCoy- © Copyright. Aiyana Cail 2012. Not a Justin Bieber Fanfic.

These woods had become a familiar place for Y/N, her knew life becoming normal.... Well as normal as living with a Wendigo gets.... {Sequel to 'Heal Me'}

A young girl caught the eye of a kelpie on her visit to her grandfather, and he takes her fate into his own hands. She is too innocent to see his intentions but as time moves on when she finds out the truth will she be able to escape him... Or is she too many years too late? { I do not own any of the art work, all credit goes to the artists} { Mature rated for future chapters }

' R.I.P Emberly "Ember" Theodora "Theo" Savvy Amazing daughter, kind friend, and forever a beautiful angel. Gone but never forgotten, and always missed. ' That's something, isn't it? Reading your own gravestone, wondering why neither Heaven nor Hell has accepted you. Even in death, there is no place for me. Even in death, I roam this earth, but alone and unseen nor heard. But though, in death, I've found some way.. to make my heart beat again. It just didn't happen in the average, young lady life I hoped it would.. ..but then again, there's nothing average about being dead.. Or Death's companion.

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

"Y-You aren't normal..." I stuttered and looked into his eyes. "No." "...not a human," My lips quivered while his mouth curved up into a dark smile. "What are you?" I asked mustering up the courage. There was an uncomfortable moment of silence and he spoke, "I am the monster from your darkest nightmares and also the one who saved you. " His eyes shone at me with hunger and his canines descended down slowly. ••••••••••••••••••••• A tragedy of the past and sins of her father. Crystal was saved by a mysterious man who will come back for what was promised to him years ago.

He always gets what he wants. He always wins. He is feared by all. In his world, he is known as 'The Beast.' And now he wants his Beauty. 21-year-old Chloe Richardson lives with her father and works at her small cake shop. She has a routined life but she is content with it. But her whole world gets turned upside down when she is sold in a gambling game to the most dangerous man- Luca Moretti. 28-year-old Luca Moretti aka 'The Beast' is the leader of the Italian Mafia. He is known to be the most cold-hearted and merciless person, incapable of loving even a single soul. But when he sets his eyes on his Beauty, he knows she is the one who can not only keep his bed warm but also his heart.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14