It's said that every thirteen years the beast that plagued the land come out seeking for a mate, during the blood moon. At this time girls from neighboring villages gather together and walk into the Blood Forest at night fall, till daybreak. If you are lucky you won't be found, but if the beast does find you, you're either killed or chosen. So what happens when I take a stroll through the forest the eve of the blood moon on the way to grandma's house? Cover By: embrace_passion (yes me) Hot List Achievement #1 Paranormal (10-18-2014) Up to date  #2 Paranormal (1/28/2015)

Mintstar lay in the nursery, watching 4 healthy kits suckle at her belly. "I name this one Snowkit." She pointed to the white she-kit that looked like her. "Discokit." She mewed, pointing to the orange she-kit with one white paw. "Silverkit.'' She pointed to the silver she kit. "And Icekit." She pointed to the ice blue she kit. Moonshine crouched at her side. "They will all make fine leaders." He whispered, nuzzling his mate. Mintstar purred. "I think Silverkit would be a medicine cat." She examined as Silverkit sniffed Ferntail's herbs. Mintstar blinked at Icekit, something telling her that Icekit would make a good leader. Boy, was she right.

A journalist sacked for phone hacking and tired of his decadent life style researches a triple murder that took place in his own ancestral home during the English Civil War. He discovers that events which occurred there nearly four hundred years ago are mirrored by his son's relationship with a Muslim girl whose father has forbidden her to marry outside of the faith. Returning to his ancestral home, the journalist finds himself assailed by memories of the tragedy which appear to be embedded into the fabric of the building and brought to life by his presence. When his son's girlfriend is abducted and forced to appear before a sham Sharia court for offending Islamic values, the memories in the house take on a more tangible form which propel the journalist into a dramatic chase to rescue his son and girlfriend from a terrible punishment.

Dark things swarm around the city. Newspaper-boys are lured into houses, strange mansions whisper into musicians' ears, old men tell tales of vampires, drums boom in the Savannah, children worship false gods and priests begin to question the very foundations of the universe. And all this has something to do with a girl who has no name and a cat whose name nobody knows. A dark, surreal adventure, this book is my flawed tribute to weird-fiction and the writers who made me. A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY 2nD PLACE WINNER FOR THE HAND PICKED AWARDS 2017 - PARANORMAL CATEGORY RUNNER UP FOR THE ANTI-WATTYS 2015 Cover designed by @sublime- Trailer by @Welc0meT0MyW0rld

This is my first fanfic, someone asked me to try it, and I decided to do it on a silver cat named Sagefall. She is an ordinary cat who becomes extraordinary.

Mistpelt.

Dive Into The Warriors World Whispertalon has a destiny like no other cat. Born into kittypet life, raised as a twoleg pet, trained as a ThunderClan apprentice, and prophecied for greatness as a warrior, Whispertalon faces great challenged, great danger, and great enemies.