The Feral Predator, a hunter of unparalleled ferocity, descends upon the Great Plains, seeking worthy prey. When he witnesses Y/n, a French woman disguised as a boy, defy her treacherous companions with a selfless act, he sees something unexpected: honor. Instead of a swift kill, he takes her, intrigued by her resilience and hidden strength. In a world of brutal survival, can a connection bloom between a savage hunter and a woman fighting for her freedom? Expect gore, tension, and a forbidden love story that defies all odds. (The writing is long because I wanted to make it accurate!! Please stick around until the end for fun fun :)

{ Currently being rewritten } #1 in #yautja (7/23/17) #1 in #predator (8/10/17) "I swear, the creature just, took him!" "How do you know!?" "Cause, it looked at me." Alisa Lavini was chosen along side her comrades to attend a mission into the jungle to check out a mysterious signal. But when Alisa and the others arrive there, their mission was now to survive. When a mysterious creature starts to hunt them down, Alisa meets it in person. But when it doesn't kill her, she starts to get curious about the invisible creature. This is a romance between an Yautja and a human, I don't own anything besides Alisa, her comrades, and the storyline. Everything else is not mine. Sequel is Visible [Sequel to Invisible]

'how do you know It's out there..?' .. 'do you not hear the beeping?!' ~stories of yautja hunting on earth is one thing, but how about Y/n storming their ship?

Last survivor, well, last human. Last engineer. A humanoid creature, on a mission to destroy human life as is stands. But he gets stopped in his tracks. What stops him?

Just one touch wouldn't hurt, right? Those were Olive's last thoughts before she mindlessly touched a time machine, which then transported her back to prehistoric times. Scared and alone, she didn't even notice the giant caveman coming up behind her, ready to make her his in every way a Mate should.

In the north Atlantic ocean in late 1941, British bomber pilot Peter Thomas is separated from his crew and bails over an uncharted island. With everything from his Lancaster burnt he ventures into a jungle where he finds an alien ship. It's not long before he meets the pilot of the ship. A female alien warrior. On their way to her home planet the two form an unexpected bond that's all Peter ever wanted.

A human teen gets kidnapped by a Yautja and forced to be their suckling. :)

I DON'T own any of the images used in this story or cover (unless otherwises specified), all images come from pintrest so I'm not entirely sure of the true owners. Deep in the wilderness, far from the noise of roads and the weight of human expectation, Lucia Woods has built a quiet life among the forgotten. In a weathered cabin nestled between trees and mist, she tends to injured wildlife with steady hands and a guarded heart. Known only in passing by the nearby village, Lucia speaks little, trusts less, and has long since stopped expecting the world to offer her kindness. Her solace lies in routine-tea left to steep too long, charcoal sketches of the animals she's saved, and the silent comfort of solitude. But something in the forest is changing. Strange tracks in the forests. A stillness in the trees that feels too intentional. Animals gone missing. And sometimes, when the wind is just right, she swears she isn't alone. Above and beyond that quiet world, Ka'renok watches. A veteran Yautja of gray-honor, cast to walk the border between honor and duty, he has no home but the hunt. Bound by silence and shaped by war, Ka'renok moves through shadow with reverence and precision. He distrusts humans-loud, deceitful creatures who glorify weakness and destroy what they cannot control. But in his path, one quiet human lingers like a flaw in his focus. She should be meaningless. Instead, she unsettles him. Sent to this world on a mission that requires to kill, observation and patience, Ka'renok expects nothing from Earth but complication. What he doesn't expect is Lucia. As their worlds begin to brush-first in glimpses, then in something deeper-they are both pulled into a quiet, dangerous bond neither understands. In a forest hiding more than scars and silence, hunter and healer must decide whether what connects them is worth the cost of being seen.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

Life is unfair, something that Zayne knows from experience. His whole life is unfair. His birth wasn't allowed, his existence hated as his mother gave him up to chase her own dreams. Punished for choices he didn't even make,Zayne has only known a cruel and bitter life with his pack, the life of an Omega. Through a twist of Fate, Zayne falls in the hands of a group of dog fighters and has to endure two years of grueling pain and hunger before the ASPCA steps in and saves him. All trust in humanity lost, Zayne wouldn't, couldn't trust anyone near him. Least of all the werewolves that are supposed to adopt him into the pack.