I felt naked under his eyes. My hair was short, and my neck was cold. I yearned for my long dark locks to come back to shield me from his eyes. I could feel his anger, confusion, and sheer disappointment as his eyes met mine. Mate, mine. He was mine... But from the looks he gave me, I certainly wasn't his. * * * * * In Ellia's world, women were second-class citizens. They were treated like objects and are mostly seen as mere tools for reproduction. Women were not allowed to work, families with no males must fend somehow. Many like Ellia, choose to disguise as males in order to survive. In his world, Vohn was the king among them all. He had it all, the wealth and the power. The only thing he didn't have was the person to fill his voided heart. A mate. Although the poor did not have such luxuries as searching for mates, the rich did. Vohn has aged, and given up on the thought of having a mate. That is, until a new recruit shows up. To say the least, Vohn didn't expect to meet his mate under these circumstances. Neither did Ellia. [Highest Ranking: #822 (monsters)] [Created: Around April 1, 2018] [Ended: -]

(18+) *Complete/Unedited* Nova Bara is a twenty-three year old mix breed. Between necromancy and vampirism, she belongs to no one but herself. At least, until someone shows up at her door asking for her help. (18+ for graphic sex, language, and violence) ***** Rankings: #1 Paranormal Romance - 03/21/2022 #1 Omega - 03/18/2022 #1 WerewolvesAndVampires - 01/05/2022 #1 Necromancer - 11/27/2021

For someone who is known by many titles, she doesn't understand the complexity behind the image she's created for herself. After establishing herself in the Survey Corps, she attributes her rugged upbringing as the root of her success, until she meets someone with a similar history. Her comfort is found in the adrenaline that courses through her veins during uncertain situations. But with new mysteries of humanity being discovered each day, she faces herself with an unanswered question; what does it mean to be known? -- -#1 aot; 2020 | x2 -#1 fanfiction; 2021 -#1 levixoc; 2020 | x2 • 2021 | x2 -#1 soldier; 2020 | x3 -#1 snk; 2020 | x3 -#1 ackerman; 2020 | x4 -#1 surveycorps; 2021 | x 5 -#1 shingekinokyojin; 2021 -#1 rivalle

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟰} By the time the first Wizarding War came to an end, Jenna Potter had lost everyone she had and the love of her life was sent to Azkaban for a crime he hadn't even committed. And so, she ran away in order to forget all about her painful past. But after twelve years, Jenna comes upon a news, stating that the infamous murderer, Sirius Black, has escaped prison. Only learning that her nephew was still alive and known all over the world as The Boy Who Lived, Jenna moves back to England to fulfill her duty as Harry Potter's godmother. But in hopes of unraveling the truth and proving that Sirius had been innocent all along, she goes undercover as Crookshanks. And so, with the help of Padfoot, they embark upon a new journey together, never intending to let one another go as the promise of a second wizarding war arrives.

The final installation in the Splices trilogy. The pack is in pieces. Selene cannot distinguish the line between good and bad. How to be both Subject Six, and who she has become. Her identity has drastically changed, and so has everything else about her. Veronica Grave has bested the Splices, whether they care to admit it or not. Now she has one of the few people Selene cares about in her clutches. Selene will do anything to right the wrongs that have been inflicted upon her, and her pack, even if that means giving up the last threads of her humanity. Risking her morals by treading the thin line between vengeance and justice. Forgiveness is a thing of the past, something that can never be. Leaving only one question to hang in the balance: What will become of sparse threads of humanity Selene has hung onto for so long?