"This feeling, darling, your intoxication, infatuation with me. It wont go away." He grapped my hips and pulled me towards him while burrying his face in my neck. "Until you give in to me." 1st book in the Nordic Saga.

The tale of a beautiful girl and a savage beast.

I can not think back on when the wolves made themselves known. Of course we learned of it in history but my brain was too packed of other useless facts and numbers that listening to the droning of creatures befell me. All I know now is they are known. I also know they kidnap girls from school and call it love.

Werewolves and vampires have taken over the world we once thought was our's, now they haven't just messed up the human community, they are now taking unwilling humans as mates. Something that doesn't sit well with the Barden family after Emilee's, and Natalie's mom is taken. Now fearing for their lives they hide and plan to run away to mysterious hidden human colonies. But soon the supernatural will catch up. Natalie never wants to be a mate. The supernatural world is scary and hurtful enough, isn't it? Updated 3/18/2018 #36 Werewolf

It is the year 803 and Mynera wished she was dead. Or at least, not sitting in her bedchambers waiting for her guards to arrive to lead her to the King and her fiance - the Prince of the Five Nations. She didn't want to get married. She didn't want didn't want to become Queen when the Prince is named King. She wanted to be free. And she got her wish, even though it's not quite in the same way she wanted. When the capital is attacked, the wedding is off. But, alas, it's at the cost of war and Mynera finds herself on the run, following the lead of the dark haired prince with eyes as cold as ice and a hand gripping her heart. --- The Beauty in Pain - Book One The Truth in Pain - Book Two The Purity in Pain - Book Three NOTE: You do not have to read these books in order as each book centres around three different characters. However, it is recommended.

''You know how they came up with the word Lunatic?'' he asked. I shook my head, feeling like I probably didn't want to know the answer. His lips pulled up on one side in a mischievous, lopsided grin. He stepped closer. ''Because all of the worst monsters come out during a full moon.'' ------ Lou DeVue has known from a young age that she was different and not in the 'I-think-I-was-left-on-my-parents-doorstep-by-a-wizard' kind of way. She can see things. Dark things, usually. The darkest, of which, happens to be about her new neighbors. The five boys hold an energy that Lou's gift can't ignore. An abyss surrounds them and Lou finds herself gazing into it, but what happens when the abyss gazes back? **********************

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

"I keep my promises," he said intensely. "Especially promises I make to beautiful girls." I rolled my eyes. "Don't. Don't say that." "What? Don't call you beautiful?" Leo tested in amusement. "I have never heard a girl ask not to be called beautiful." "I don't want to be told lies," I hissed under my breath. "I've had enough of those in my life." Leo was silent for a while, following me into my apartment. "What have they done to you, princess?" The way he was walking toward me was almost predator-like. And I was his prey.

"Yes." I heard myself say. I did not even think twice about what he meant with 'it'. In my heart I knew he was talking about the pull I felt towards him. He hesitated for a second, but finally crossed back through the room, standing closer to me than any werewolf had before. He placed one of his hands on my cheek, and the other on the door beside me. A happy feeling started to rise up in the pit of my stomach. "Mate." He eventually whispered, looking into my eyes. With my back pressed against the door I took his words slowly in. Mate. To a werewolf. To the king of the werewolves. The guys that murdered my friends. The people that separated me from my family. Those assholes.

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* *This story was written a long time and needs to undergo intense editing--working on it!* He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*