"They called her a mutt. A disgrace. A curse. Until she vanished. Now, three years later, she's back-stronger, powerful... and no longer theirs." Allyssia was broken, beaten, and betrayed by the very pack that should have protected her. Abused by her family, rejected by her mate, and discarded like filth-she fled with nothing but her scars and a dying spark of hope. She found sanctuary with her cousins-witches and wizards feared across realms-and forged herself anew in the fires of pain and magic. But when a mysterious summons forces her to return to the SilverMoon Pack, the tables begin to turn. The pack doesn't recognize her. Her mate's wolf howls for her. And Ally? She doesn't come back for love. She comes back for justice. A dark, emotional fantasy of betrayal, revenge, and rebirth. Because sometimes, the girl who was thrown away... becomes the storm. But what will happen when she falls for an even stronger Alpha? Find out by reading

Arcadian (adj.) idyllically innocent; simple and untroubled by fear or worry. Harper Flores is the human embodiment of a ray of sunshine. She's kind, understanding and always willing to put other's needs in front of her own. To the outside world Harper is seen as naive and innocent, without a care in the world but she's hiding a secret. The girl that loves everyone unconditionally hates herself. Her mother, not wanting to deal with Harper's declining mental health ships her across the country to a secluded boarding school in the small village of Cartmel, England. Due to her late arrival half way through the school year, Harper is forced to stay in the boy's dorm and share a room with six roommates. Keeping a low profile is almost impossible, especially when she catches the eye of all six boys. Lucian Cruz, an arrogant, rude fuckboy who feels no remorse for the girls he's used and ignored. After being sent to Willow Hall Academy with his twin brother Emilio two years ago by his parents who were trying to protect them from the dangerous realities of being involved in the mafia, Lucian's behaviour takes a rapid downfall. Ignoring school work to party and smoke, Lucian really has no care in the world. That is until a bubbly ball of sunshine moves into his room, disrupting his peace.

Missy Rivera came to Bellwick University for a fresh start not to catch the eye of the most feared men on campus. Sweet, naive, and way out of her depth, she stumbles into a world of secrets, power, and blood. And at the center of it all is him-Nico James, the nonchalant man who doesn't know his feelings for little missy." She fell first. But he fell harder.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Harry Potter was supposed to be a savior, a symbol, a soldier. But what if he chose something else? Smarter than Hermione. Louder than prophecy. Fluent in five languages and fluent in none of your expectations, Harry stops playing the game when the Triwizard Tournament hijacks his life-and starts rewriting the rules instead. Nicknaming professors, betting with teachers, talking down dragons, befriending Slytherins, and building a secret network of chaos and theory, this is a Harry who chooses his own path: stranger, kinder, and utterly his. From dueling Bellatrix in games of magical tag to founding a student think tank with Luna, Theo, and Daphne, The Wild Card King is an alternate universe where Harry fights war with wit, wins with laughter, and rebuilds a world too broken to fix with anything but joy. This is not the Harry you knew. This is the one who laughed at death-and meant it.

In a world still trembling from war and ruled by legacy, one girl slips between the cracks of history to change everything. Lyra Druella Black - the last free heir of the House of Black - was hidden, erased, forgotten. Born in shadow. Raised in silence. But as the world prepares for another war shaped by two men-Voldemort and Dumbledore-Lyra forges a third path: her own. While the wizarding world chooses sides, Lyra chooses family. She rescues Draco from indoctrination, claims Harry as her kin through Sirius' hidden will, restores her broken aunts, and dares to bring even Bellatrix back from madness. As she uncovers Dumbledore's buried crimes and topples Voldemort's dark empire from the inside, Lyra doesn't seek a throne-she builds a home. Rewriting bloodlines, rebuilding legacies, and refusing to be used by anyone, Lyra Black will not be another sacrifice. Because Black blood does not break. It rebuilds.

"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆." [FINISHED] 128.634 words With a Light Lord interfering in Potter Family matters and a Dark Lord hell-bent on killing off the Potters, a cadet branch of the Potter family has to act. Armed with knowledge, Family Magik, and supported by many cousins, Harry takes Magical England by storm. Cover by myself (no copying or Inspiration) @ RockIII Published: 11/11/22 Finished: 08/12/22

☆ "I know how you feel..." "Oof, I sure hope not Potter. This shit hurts..." ☆ "I promise it's not poisoned." "Well you're offering me some of your precious chocolate Lupin, you can't blame me for being skeptical." ☆ "Oh please, we haven't been friends for very long but I can already tell you forget about the basics of taking care of yourself." "Sh-Shut up and g-give me your scarf, Black." ☆ "Wait so all of us have a crush on him?" "Not me, i fancy Padfoots brother." ☆ This is a Marauders x Severus story. Poly relationship between basically all of them, don't like, don't read.

Harry Potter is the only way to kill Voldemort; the darkest wizard of all time. Harry has been hearing this for years and helping his 'friends' to defeat him. But what happens when the only people he thought to be his friends and mentors, turns out to be his enemies? What happens when he finds out that he has a sister and there was no need to stay with the Dursleys' at all. Find out what happens when Harry Potter, Dominique Sapphire; his Slytherin sister and her friends makes out the only plan to stop Voldemort is to change the past. The only people who he could trust now are the Hogwarts Princess Dominique Sapphire, Slytherin Prince Draco, and the Pranksters Weasley Twins. Though they went to change the past, it only makes sense to say that their lives are also changed; especially Harry's. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, IT'S OWNED BY JK ROWLING. THIS IS JUST A FANFIC.

The war was going badly. Hope wore thin, worn down by funerals and betrayals. And Hermione Granger was tired of watching the people she loved die. So she turned to something older than wand magic. Something forbidden. Buried in the bowels of the Black Family Library, there it was: Vinculum Sanguinis. Blood magic-raw, binding, and irreversible. She wasn't summoning a spirit. She was summoning a soul. Regulus Arcturus Black: traitor to Voldemort, presumed dead, drowned by his own mission. The ritual was agony. It called for a drop of her blood, a binding vow, and a name spoken with intent. She gave more than a drop. When the circle of runes lit up with searing gold, and the air crackled like a storm breaking, Regulus appeared-naked, furious, and alive. "You called me," he said. His voice was low and sharp, like a blade drawn in the dark. Hermione collapsed, the toll of the ritual stealing her breath. "We're bound. Soul to soul. You're mine now." His eyes-those same steel-gray Black eyes-narrowed. "And you are mine." Regulus learned quickly. He was colder than Sirius, quieter. But once he understood what had become of the world-what Voldemort had turned into-he didn't hesitate. "We end this," he told her one night. "Not for the Order. Not for Potter. For family." He moved through the shadows. Undetected. Whispers of a third side rose. The war paused. Every living Black turned to him. Even the cursed ones. Even Draco. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His presence said enough. They followed. He wasn't there for sides. He was there for blood. And anyone threatening Hermione Granger was already marked for death.