"Who are you?" She demanded, proud that she had managed to sound so assertive. But, that didn't last for long. Suddenly, Annabelle was yanked into the shadows and immediately placed on the stranger's hip. Alarms instantly went off in her brain at his weird behavior "Alpha Ethan Washington. But, little one, you get to call me Ethan." She gasped in pure terror, realizing who he was. Her human heart was beating a mile a minute. Alpha Ethan Washington. Annabelle whimpered and tried to wriggle out of his hold. He was a monster. His name alone made people cower in fear. ~*~ Alpha Ethan Washington is the monster under your bed. No one can bring him to his knees. Except for one person. His beautiful, tiny, innocent, human mate. Annabelle.

"Did she mean a lot to you, Eero? Did the visha toxin running through her veins make your blood boil just like hers?" He snarled at Eero. Eero remained silent, walking slowly closer to her killer. Silas laughed, "She called your name, begging for you to save her. Where were you?" Eero clenched his fists, he could feel the anger wanting to take over. His feral side rising to the surface. It knew just as he did that Silas would see his end right here. Right now. "What was her name, again? Parton? Penelope?" The golden eyes sparkled sinisterly. He lazily reached for his sword, a smirk playing on his lips. Eero stopped just out of arms length from Silas. His blue eyes flashed as another fiery boulder was launched. Runes started to form on his skin, stark against the pale of his flesh. His fingers elongated into claws and his build grew in height. Inky blackness started to flow from his form in deadly tendrils. Silas sat in quiet shock at the creature before him. He had heard the rumors of Eero's true form, and knew it was horrific enough to make Eero fall the first time around considering he was the one to send the witch to cast her curse. But he hadn't realized just how terrifying Eero's beastly side was. Another catapult sent a fiery boulder, casting light into the darkening throne room. The light revealed the pointy teeth sitting in Eero's snarling mouth. Silas swallowed the lump in his throat. He should have known. He should have known that this creature, the creation of his own actions, would come back for him. "Her name," the words came out like gravel from the looming beast, causing a shiver to run along Silas' spine, "was Payton."

Emery has always been troubled. After struggling to accept the sudden death of her mother, she was forced to depend on her grieving father for both knowledge and guidance. As she battles through her own conflicting feelings of confusion, her family's known resentments, and their hidden distractions, she must learn how to open her confined world to a new perspective. That is, the ostracized life of her fated mate-a werewolf who belongs to the Gods. note - cover is made by @ViaAlyssaNicole note - this is currently being edited!

L Y C A N He is Powerful He is Beautiful He is vicious He is King . . . . . . . He is Dimitri #74 in Werewolf #7 in Beast

❝I think he is attracted to her. Look at this beauty. Which man wouldn't want to keep her for himself? After all, ruling alone for such a long time he must be in search of a queen.❞ He's said to be the first creation of the moon goddess. The lone wolf, Arles. The king of all wolves. An immortal. A god. They say he ruled ruthlessly. He had the power to change the inescapable destiny of man itself. She was a mortal. A troublemaker. She didn't know what she was getting into when she crossed him. ... the end chapters are available on Inkitt for free. the link is in my bio. I don't own the picture used in the cover.

How could one of the most formidable creatures be mates with one so weak?

Arabella Pines is the sweetest person anybody will ever meet. She is selfless and is all ways thinking about others. She is not only rich in kindness, but in beauty. And just like other she-wolves in her pack, Arabella cannot wait to meet her mate. She has wished upon every star, and has prayed to the Moon Goddess to grant her only wish. What she doesn't know is that her wish would come true, and it will be a brutal sight. Xander Black, the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack. He feeds off fear, loves to kill, and is a cold hearted beast. He has never wished for a mate, for him they are a sign of weakness. He has stopped loving a long time ago. Xander plans to take over his neighboring pack that night, the Snow Moon Pack. But what he doesn't know is that a special someone is waiting their for him. ---------------------------------------------------------- "Please," I beg, "Just please let me go." A thunderous growl ripples in his throat. He ignores me and drags me deeper into the woods the opposite to his campsite. A faze of confusion passes over me as he drags me the other way. I know there is no use struggling but I continue to do it anyways. His muscular hand still holds a tight grip on me, as if I effect him in no way whatsoever. Suddenly he stops walking and I am harshly shoved against a tree. Pain shoots up my spine and a whimper escapes my lips. Tears roll down my face, and I realize that their is no use in begging. There is no escape. The monster holding me up harshly against the tree is not just any man, this monster is my mate.