I stared at grandmother’s corpse, the guts of my beloved guardian spilled on the cabin floor making a gruesome image on the fur carpet. The basket in my left fell on the floor as my cold fingers dropped them unconsciously. I put my hands in my mouth to stifle a rising cry and whimpered at the sight. Grandmother was bent on the wooden floor that used to be polished to shine in a gruesome manner while her limbs are torn from its sockets. The door burst open and Grevon stepped inside, panting. “What happened?” I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t make a single word without stumbling through my tears. It all started with one sentence. Grandma, what big teeth you have! *********** Veronica is not exactly happy with her life. Her parents are killed on accusations of witch craft on an early age while his grandfather is forcing her to marry the village chief’s son and wine maker, Grevon. Desperate for release of the restraints, she found sanctuary to her grandmother’s cabin in the middle of the woods. Unbeknownst to all, an evil force is slowly veiling into their village in search for revenge and blood for past misdeeds and she’s in the middle of all that’s slowly unfolding. Upon the gruesome death of her grandmother is she fully awakened from her little slumber of peace and realized that no one is really safe. Upon meeting the mysterious Draven, her world was shaken as she fought for every feeling he’s inducing within her: passion, hatred and love. ©Copyright Velvety Red by Ariel Carrera

Chelsea Delaney. That's my name. It didn't take me very long to find my mate, but it's not all it's cracked up to be. People say he's incapable of love, incapable of remorse, incapable of good. He has a very dark character. But he's mine, my very own dark mate.

Gabby's brain is like a human fish finder. It comes in handy when she wants to avoid people. Mostly men. They seem to like her a bit too much. It's lonely being different, but she's adapted to it. Really. She just wishes she knew why she is different, though. In her search for answers, she discovers a hidden community of werewolves. She immerses herself in their culture, learning about their world until she meets Clay. He's unkempt, prone to mood swings, intense without saying a word, and he thinks Gabby is his. It's going to take every trick she knows to convince Clay to go away, and every bit of willpower not to fall for him when she discovers the man beneath the rough exterior. Delve into a riveting world of werewolves and young women with unexplained abilities, in Hope(less). Judgement has begun...

Now, I've been hungover before. I've experienced the entire earthly spectrum of emotion that comes with the joys of drinking until you can't stand. I've seen, felt, smelt and heard things that upon reflection a sober human being wouldn't necessarily do. There was very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions whilst recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something vile. And I can honestly say that was a first for me. His eyes turned black like ink, his teeth extending to sharp points as dark veins began forming up his neck, crawling to join in a tangled web of visible webbing beneath his skin. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had now become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" --- Danielle Perkins knows more than most about how truly unfair the world can be. After years of training and serving in the military, she is ultimately discharged from duty and settles down for civilian life in the bustling city of New York. A far cry from her terror filled past, it takes some time but she finally begins to get her life back together. That is until she's faced with a world that at no point was she ever trained for, and faced with a man that she was in no way ready for.

Megan thought she had her happy ending. She was wrong. James and her might have completed their mate bond but he's still distant and cold. And external forces are threatening the pack. A witch clan is coming for Lucy, a group of werewolf hunters are in town and to top it off Boston pack's alpha is planning to reveal the existence of werewolves to the world. Copyright © 2018 | All Rights Reserved | Alyssa Brandon

Caine is the Alpha of the Locus pack. Some say he’s strict, everyone knows he’s unforgiving, and most consider him cruel. After an incident three years ago that marked a very important part of his life, Caine decides to shut himself down from all emotion. Charlotte is a free spirit who relishes in being an easy going and friendly member of the Knight Pack. Thanks to a false accusation, Charlotte gets banished from her pack. Her Wolf has yet to make an appearance, and already Charlotte is left to wander around as a Rogue. Surely the Werewolf spirits wouldn’t pair the ruthless lonely Alpha with a lively outspoken girl who tries to live her life like a human….

"H-Huh?!" I screamed, clutching my towel tightly. "Y-Your the man I hit with my car earlier! How did you get in here?! I thought I locked all the doors and windows!" The same man from earlier, with jet black hair and glowing blue eyes, simply sat in my bathtub, completely naked might I add, and smirked at me with what one might describe as a confident and smug gaze. "You never told me what you wanted by the way." He snapped his fingers and a glass of wine suddenly appeared in his hand before I could even blink my eyes. "That's because I don't want anything! Now get out of my bathtub! No scratch that, get out of my house!" I could feel my cheeks burn as I backed away slightly. But before I could turn around and run out of my bathroom, he snapped his fingers and the door slammed closed. "Alright, if you aren't going to tell me what you want, then I shall tell you what I want." He stood up abruptly, and I could feel my eyes widen as I saw- [ Entire description in next chapter ;) ]

To have and to hold For better or for worse In sickness and in health Until death do us part Today was meant to be the best day of my life. It wasn't. Today was the day I - a werewolf - was being forces to marry a vampire all for the sake of peace

"Now you listen, little red. You are mine. You belong to me! You are not leaving my side. I have waited too long for you and now that I have you, I'm not letting you slip through my fingers. Understood?" He growled. I smirked. "Over my undead body." *Currently Editing*