{SAMPLE} Rae has been given responsibility from a young age. After her mother's death and her father's abandonment she was left to raise her five siblings at the age of sixteen. Now just turning nineteen she's put her life on hold to keep her family together but this year she won't be able to say no to the 'The Run'. 'The Run' is a way of werewolves to find their mates and with the fall equinox coming Rae is out of excuses. The first full moon of the season is just days away and with it come the other eligible wolves from all over the country. Will Rae find her mate? She can only hope not but fate is tricky, especially when it comes to finding the other half of your soul. Warning: this story cuts off at chapter 13 and the rest is available for purchase. Sorry for the inconvenience. *Buy the rest here: http://bit.ly/TheRunAmazon Or in Radish!

The colorful flowers and grass of the field were buffeted by a large gust of wind, as if someone had turned on a fan suddenly. Ashlyn stood there, staring at her surroundings curiously, wondering at the sudden wind that seemed to have no effect on her. It would stop, only to come back a few seconds later. Suddenly this 'wind' picked up speed and out of the sky dropped a dragon. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ashlyn screamed. Before her stood a magnificently beautiful, yet terrifying, dragon. He was black as night, with a thick whit scar running up his forearm. His large, soft looking wings were tucked to his sides for better mobility when on the ground. And don't get me started on the terrifying looking spikes running along his back, or the large white claws on his feet. It didn't help that he seemed to be almost as tall as a six story house. Strangely enough though, when the dragon turned to look at her, Ashlyn was not afraid. She felt more of a sense of pride when his large head nudged her naked waist. That was, until his tongue traced an odd pattern on her side. It felt like fire was crawling up her skin, and she started screaming, dropping to her knees in pure pain. The dragon stepped back, and a few minutes later when she looked up, in his place there stood a man. He stepped into the moon light and-

A GIRL. A BOY. AND A CURSE. ~*~*~*~*~ Jane Archer is an invisible nobody, and she's tired of being a pushover. Not wanting to be a typical, plain Jane anymore she's decided to grow a backbone and start standing up for herself. So when her suddenly discovered Alpha mate tries to reject her, she doesn't stand for it. And why should she? Alpha Levi Jackson doesn't even know anything about her - he doesn't even know her name. But the more Jane comes to know her Alpha, the more she realizes there is to him wanting to reject her. There is a curse put on Levi's family, a deadly one. And Jane soon learns that her life may be at stake if she can't find a way to end it. In a world filled with dangerous hunters, charming wolves, and vengeful witches Jane just might've bitten off more than she can chew. But if there was one thing she was sure of, it was that she was mated to Levi for a reason. And whether he liked or not she would be refusing his rejection. ~*~*~*~*~ HIGHEST RANK ON WEREWOLF #1 ~*~ WARNING This story is not complete and most probably won't be finished, its honestly terribly written read at your own risk

❝Even fairytales can be complicated.❞ After her father was murdered right in front of her eyes, Krissa Ryder wasn't clear on what to do. She wasn't Cinderella - she didn't have a prince to sweep her off her feet away from the troubles that followed that cursed night, and she didn't have the confidence to say everything was alright. Instead, she had a mate she wasn't sure she even wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and that feeling was mutual. So what did she do? Along with a brother who held a grudge against her and a war that was beginning to brew among an elite pack, she must search for a way to fall - or not fall - for her destined love. WARNING: THIS IS AN INCOMPLETE BOOK. I WILL CONTINUE WRITING THE STORY WHEN I FINALLY HAVE TIME AND INSPIRATION. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, AND BEWARE OF CLIFFHANGERS THAT WILL NEVER BE RESOLVED. -✩- Cover by @freespace Highest Ranking: #3 in Werewolf Copyright © 2015

"I can smell your fear" Logan said lazily while dragging his machete across the wall, many years he had been doing this killing for fun. It amused him to watch people beg for their lives but this little spitfire seemed to be doing the exact opposite. "Well I can smell your unsanitary, disgusting, urinated balls" Estelle snorted, rolling her eyes, she heard the thud of his boots walking towards her but knew exactly when Logan was close to her as she felt the warmth from his body against her front. Grabbing Estelle's hair he yanked it back. "Don't you dare patronize me" he growled into her ear, mate or not he will not get disrespected in such a way, the strong smell of blood and death invaded Estelle's senses. "You do not speak to me in that way darling" Logan muttered pulling her up so his breath was against her neck, trailing his lips up till he reached her ear he lightly bit, growling to himself at the little moan that slipped past her lips, he was losing control quickly. The harshest craziest werewolf known to ever live is back for the death tower games, known take lives like pulling on a string, he was avoided. He has two choices when Estelle showed up at the top of the tower, play by his rules or spare his mate. -On hold until further notice-