Once a mighty werewolf, fierce and free, now lost in her human skin. The Silver Plague stole her memories, stole her truth, leaving her searching for a vanished youth. She knows she's different, but the reason's unclear, her true nature masked, her identity sheer. Adored by his wolf, despised by the man, What should Liam do with his human mate? If her memory returns, chaos will bloom, unleashing her fury, breaking every room. Is she truly the last, or are there more? Her lost kind, waiting behind a hidden door? ----- My best rankings so far: #1 in #sadness (14/02/2025) #1 in #utopia (14/02/2025) #1 in #amnesia-love-story (14/02/2025) #1 in #fantasy-adventure (13/02/2025) #1 in #warriors (19/04/2025) #1 in #revenge (21/04/2025) #1 in #Alpha (03/08/2025) #1 in #Luna (03/08/2025) #2 in #werewolf (5/4/2025)

Althea, a unique werewolf with an extraordinary lifespan she has lived over 500 years, possessed with eternal youthfulness and remains frozen in time at the age of twenty-one. Despite being a seer and a priestess and a half werewolf , she has never found a mate, and this circumstance has destined to live without one. Throughout her long existence, Althea has dedicated her life to serving others. However, everything changes when Reed, a werewolf, declares himself as her mate. Considering that Althea has spent over five centuries without a mate, she is skeptical about Reed's claim. Why would she suddenly have a mate now, after such a prolonged period of solitude? But that is the least of her problems, there are forces in play planning to ruin the entire werewolf population and she happens to be in the center of it all. *** New chapters would be updated every Thursday, but the date might be changed, if any unforeseen circumstances happens. Thank you. This is a first draft and has not been edited. So excessive typos

She came to paint his portrait. But instead uncovered her past, a secret and a love worth risking everything. . ✧ . Victoria was only meant to paint his portrait. A quiet artist with a haunted past and a love for color that hides her scars, she never expected to catch the eye of a king. Let alone his heart. But from the moment their eyes met, it was as if fate had chosen them. And one dangerous, forbidden kiss changed everything. King Lucien has ruled with fire and precision, never wavering. But Victoria awakens something reckless in him. Possessive, protective, and willing to tear down the walls of his own court to keep her safe. And Lucien soon finds that love does not come without cost. With enemies circling and secrets surfacing, his kingdom is no longer his greatest concern-she is. As shadows from Victoria's past begin to whisper the truth of a royal bloodline she never knew, she's forced into a world of power, betrayal, and revenge. Some would rather see her silenced than see her crowned. Others will do anything to expose her. And through it all, Lucien would burn the world for her. One kiss changed everything. But the truth might ruin them both.

Once upon a time, thousands of years ago, men and fae lived side by side. These were often dark times, as men had little means to defend themselves from the powerful creatures capable of destroying villages in mere seconds. Through bloody battle and tough negotiations with the High Faerie nobility, an agreement of sorts had been reached: A Treaty. Men on the southern half of the continent, Faeries on the top half. Plain and simple... Until it isn't. Ella Blackwell has duties. Insurmountable, crushing duties. As the Duke's daughter, she's been born and raised to accomplish what all women in Rhothomir's high society are meant to do-marry well, secure an alliance, and bear the perfect heirs to continue traditions. Except, Ella's not really the perfect blue-blooded aristocrat she's expected to be. In the midst of rising political tensions between the Kingdom of Rhothomir and Fae Realm, and a blooming war, Ella finds her life completely upended from one moment to the next, ripped away from everything she's ever known. Follow along for a High Fantasy adventure full of Faerie royalty, courtly intrigue, backstabbing nobles, political schemes, steel-strong friendship and love.

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

When Christmas comes to the sleepy town of Hillbury, so does a love letter for Holly Ambrose - a love letter from a secret admirer. Amidst the yuletide balls and Christmas cheer of Victorian England, Holly vows to uncover the source of the letter, but will the self-avowed intellectual fall in love in the process? This Yuletide novella is twelve chapters long, with a chapter posted each day until Christmas beginning on Sunday the 14th. It's just a little christmas present to all my wonderful Wattpad friends.

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."