A bunch of teen wolf imagines to full your inner most desires of all the cute, romantic stuff you can do with the boys Stiles Liam Scott Jackson Issac Derek Brett

So yeah, I thought I would be fun to write some of my own imagines of the teen wolf characters. I'll be adding more characters throughout this book. Thanks for reading! You guys can request things for me to add or make Aiden Stiles Stillinski Scott Mcall Derek Hale Isaac Lahey Jackson Whittmore Liam Dunbar Brett Talbot Theo Raeken #861 in beta , #60 in creatures (I'm going to act like Aiden is still alive) {I don't own teen wolf, Jeff Davis does}

Alexandria Salvatore. Damon and Stefan's Little Sister. She's 15, she's beautiful, and she's of course a Salvatore. Her brothers thought she was dead and gone for good. They missed her terribly and they want her back. But, what happens when she actually does comes back? This is the story of what could have happened if the Salvatore Brothers had a sister.

This is a Benny Weir Love story since there aren't many out there! But here's mine and I hope it's good!! I'm part werewolf. My father died two years ago. I'm a nerd and move to White Chapel. My mom and I are staying with her boss's family. The Morgans. This is my story. Enjoy guys!! :) P.S. I make really long chapters. So yea.

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?

A book of Teen Wolf imagines! Requests are closed so I can catch up! They will be open soon.