*Completed* Today is my birthday and things are getting strange. I'm seeing images of very horrifying things. I don't know why. I think there's something my mom is not telling me about myself. I wonder If she knew I was going to turn into a monster at night? I also forgot to tell you that my birthday is on halloween. Can you try to explain what's going on?

Even simply saying or thinking about his name send shivers to anybody. Axle Rydd When night time falls, they come out to play, killing the innocents. His pack, the Dark Moon pack, was believed to be made up of ruthless and deadly wolves. Rumors that have been spread, people that have been killed and packs that have been destroyed, making all the people close their doors when the moon shows. But then one look from her changed it all. She thought it was a mistake, but the moon goddess never makes a mistake. She thought to herself, thinking, how could a mistake be this beautiful and breathtaking? Acceptance is key and along with acceptance is trust. Then, you could fully love someone. After all they are mates and mates are supposed to love each other, Right? ______________ Give this story a chance, hope you guys will like it. This book is made up of fiction making all of the happenings, places or names totally fictional or made up. The story gets better, trust me, I'm just not at all good with introducing new shit but give this a chance, it makes my day. This book is kind of full of cliche shit but I'm a hopeless romantic (I was about to write hoeless but anyways). Show your support! Vote. Comment. Follow. Share

Gentle ripples passed over her, a watery caress that contrasted with her growing unease. Blinking slowly, Eliza tried to make sense of her situation. She found herself submerged, an unexpected aquatic world unfolding around her. Panic crept in as her ankles remained bound, immobilized as if by an unseen force. An attempt to move her arms yielded no results - they were ensnared in an unyielding grip. Seaweed, sinuous and trailing, wrapped itself around her legs with an almost possessive hold. Every movement was thwarted by the constricting tendrils, her struggles mirrored by the rippling sea plants. An urgency to breathe set in, her chest tightening in a desperate plea for air. But the very element that should sustain her had become a stifling barrier. A strand of slimy seaweed clung to her lips, smothering her mouth and nose. It seemed as if the water itself had turned against her, a sinister transformation that threatened to consume her.