Mature for adult content!! The world we live in is a beautiful, mysterious place. My home, my country, has been my world my entire life, living as the cursed princess of Iris is all I have ever know. Just as the only eyes I have known in the mirror were my own. And my hair was always white as snow. Iris has always been my home, its people my family. The kind smiles of villagers and the curious looks of children seeing me for the first time, the contrast of myself against the rest of my family in portraits. The whisper of the trees and the laughter of the flowers has always been what I lived by. "why are you so sad?" I rested my forehead on the cracked bark of the Soul Tree. My second home from the palace. The tallest tree in all the king's forest. Today it was deeply saddened, rumbling with a sort of bitter energy that leaks coldly into my bones. I wondered what it knew that I did not as I sat perched in its branches, it is not often that it's strong mass wavers. When it does it can only mean change is to come, nothing small. Something altering the kingdom itself. I sighed, my fingers brushing over its leathery leaves, it wouldn't be long until someone else noticed its unease, it will sicken the forest. By then it will be too late. ~~ Flora Duval, the cursed princess of Iris was always a quiet girl, working through her duties as princess and caring for the life in her country. Seeing beauty in the things most could not. Never has she expected an offer for marriage, not with her hair and her eyes the same pink of the Fenni flower. But then, she receives one. Less of a question for her hand and more of a demand, a demand caging her like a white rabbit in a deadly hunters trap. Trapped by the king of Taragon for her unusual features and the rumors of her life, Flora is stranded in a country she has never known, captured in cold castle walls without an ally in sight.

It's been five years now and I'm old enough to enter the square, eligible for the wizard. Although no one believes it will be me. I am the Fowler's daughter. not even borne to him by blood. An unknown girl found on the streets. And I am not beautiful like the girls of Lasireen. I am not one of the pretty girls they sing of in the town by the sea. I do not have to hope it will be the girl to the right or the left of me. Because I know. not even a blind man will pick me when faced with the girls of Lasireen. ~~ A/N See full description inside because wattpad is evil and i always go at least 150 characters above what I'm allowed >.<

Evangeline has not had a life like other she wolves. When she was 14 her brother, the next alpha of the Hawthorn pack, died leaving the pack without a male heir. The accords require any pack without a future alpha to merge with another unless their daughter is mated to a suitable future leader. So. They did not tell anyone. It was the packs largest secret. And when the time came if Evangelines mate was found and suitable he would take over when her father stepped down. If he was already an alpha....then the pack would have no choice but to merge. They could only hope he was suitable. It was not a fate Evangeline wanted. Any of it. If it were up to her she would never find her mate. She did not want a mate. She did not need a mate. She could get everything she wanted on her own. ~~ I let out a breathless laugh, rolling off the werewolf beneath me. "Well that didn't totally suck." He chuckled, abs flexing, looking me over as I rose from the bed, "didn't totally suck?" I hummed searching for my dress, "yeah it was fun while it lasted." Pretty doesn't always equal the best stamina. "Thanks Alex." "...its Aaron." I cocked a brow at him, wiggling into my tight little black dress, "not for the past hour it wasn't but okay. Cool." I raked a hand through my hair, smoothing out the inky waves. "Anyways I have to get back to my pack before sunrise and I cant find my panties. If you do, their yours." Sauntering over to him I kissed him deeply, "thanks again Andy." He chuckled, "its Aaron, and how about if I find them I give you a call?" Shit. How drunk was I? "Did I give you my number?" "No." "good." I started for his door, "have a nice life Adam." "Its Aaron!" He called after me. I rolled my eyes, "whatever." He was not good enough in bed for me to remember his name. Besides I had better things to do. Like get home before dad found out I was gone. My first Lunar Ball was coming, my first time participating to find a mate. Unfortunately.

𝗘𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 ＃𝟯 || Krystal was out for revenge. She had been alone since the tragedy that stole everything from her and she spent her whole life trying to get back at the people who did it-Flame Spectre. And Krystal might finally get that chance in the War of best, battle royale among many gangs of the Black Division. Along with dependable Huntres comrades who shared the same ice attribute as her, Krystal's goal was to dominate War of Best and fight against Flame Spectre. Together, they must triumph in this game or die trying.

𝗘𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 ＃𝟰 || Nel had always been easygoing and unworried about her missions as she was confident with her team's skills in combat and espionage. However, as clues about her mother's death started resurfacing after more than a decade, Nel started pursuing Nox Organization recklessly, the most elusive criminal organization in the world and the main culprit of her mother's team's tragic downfall. As she delved into Nox as a spy, danger and death constantly lurked around her. Nel started learning about her own people's deceit and began doubting everyone. But as the heir to the Custos tribe, she must get every crucial information and disrupt the core of the organization, even if it meant witnessing the costly price of betrayal herself.

𝗘𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 ＃𝟮 || As the next head of the Shinigami tribe, Rielle was given a mission to infiltrate their archenemy's base, Tantei High, in search of any information about the legendary seventh sense. Her animosity toward the Senshins made it hard for her to get closer to her goal, and worse, Hideo, the heir to the Senshin's tribe seat of power, had already deemed Rielle suspicious. But as she spent more time with the Senshins, she had began questioning the beliefs and principles she had adhered to for a long time. Trapped between her responsibility as an heir, and her personal feelings, Rielle must choose the side she'd stay with.

A place where everything is mysterious, enchanting, bloody, and shitty. Entering is the other way of suicidal. Just one wrong move and everything will blur. A lot of secrets are being hid. Not the typical school to have fun. Death is everywhere. Bad, worse, worst, monster and evil are scattered. Must shut your mouth, never against to anyone. "Once you enter, there's no turning back." Never trust your curiosity, it could just drive you straight to hell. WELCOME TO HELL UNIVERSITY! --**-- Date Started: February 8, 2016 Date Finished: August 17, 2016. Mystery/Thriller/Teen-Fiction Book Cover by PixyGoddess

Erityian Tribes Novellas, Book ＃2 || What's the use of this power, if I can't even stop his death?

She's not a gangster nor a mafia. Neither a lost princess nor a goddess. She's not a wizard or a guardian or other magical beings that exist in fantasies. Not an assassin, a model, or a spy. Powerful? Why don't you see for yourself? The title says it all. Do you want to know her secret? Then come and read this. -- Genre: Fantasy/Action/Romance Language: Taglish Can also be read on another website: Tales of Siren. You can click the link on my profile. No promoting of stories here please. This is not a book club. Thank you. Status: COMPLETED/EDITING Get your own copy of the book on Shopee or Lazada.

𝗘𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 ＃𝟭 || Infamous as a latecomer, Rainie found herself expelled from her current school due to her unpunctuality. Her seemingly ordinary life began to take a strange turn when she was forced to enroll in an unknown and suspicious institution located in the middle of a forest. She entered as a transferee in Tantei High, advertised to her as a school for extraordinary people. However, before she could even fully understand what was happening, ravels of mystery and conspiracy about her background and identity started lingering around Rainie. Would she be able to bear the truth once she learned that her whole life was built on a tragic lie?