Ainsley is a dragonblood princess, powerful but constantly restrained by her duties and her oppressive father, the king of Ellay. When a pirate crew makes a shaky truce with the king and asks for a guarantee of their safe travels around his country, he offers up Ainsley as an unwilling hostage and a show of good faith on his part. Ainsley suddenly finds herself powerless and trapped on a pirate ship, but the crew is nothing like what she expects, and neither is the lady captain, Gael, who defies every expectation and leaves Ainsley curious and unsure of where her loyalties lie. She tries her best to hate Gael and the pirates, but slowly, they're winning her over, and she must face the awful truth: to follow her heart will bring about catastrophic consequences, and she will need to be prepared to fight fire with fire.

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

When Vikings are seen off the shore of a small town in Ireland, seventeen year old, Clare, is determined to drive them away. Being clever and strong-willed, she makes a courageous attempt to protect not only her village, but also herself. Though, this brave action only fuels the attraction of the Jarl who takes her back to Norway as his future bride.

| A Wattpad Featured Story | Hades was well-cast to rule over the land of the dead. But what if Hades, the fearsome monarch of the Underworld was, in fact, a goddess? Everyone called her, 'Lord of the Dead' out of mockery since she prefers the company of women. She was considered an isolated and violent immortal, who loathed change and was easily given to a slow black rage like no others. But then everything changed when the dark goddess met the daughter of Demeter, Persephone. Now the tale of Hades and Persephone will be retold with a sprinkle of twists and turns. |LGBT content. Gender-swapped. I do not own the Greek myth, which goes without saying. All characters are borrowed and the story-line is recreated for entertainment purpose only.|

Originally titled Blood Moon Left in the dark about her past or where she belonged, Kaliska life was about to get a whole lot dark and messier. Not to mention discovering her sexuality after meeting a gorgeous shifter named Maia. Many can't take her eyes off the gorgeous brown eyed woman. A vampire and shifter hybrid by birth, Kaliska's birthday will be a year to never forget. Kaliska faces a threat that will test her limits but also bring her closer to a family she never thought she had. Will she accept her new reality, that there's a supernatural world and she's apart of it? Or linger in the denial before it's too late... Follow Kaliska's coming of age story

Tris thought she would go home for a quick visit after being convinced by her brother. More like begged and guilted. Not a few days there and her parents have the flu. At least that would get them off her back for being gay and an EMT. Such disapproving parents. Little does Tris know that flu carries a strain that will turn half of Los Angeles into zombies. Now, after surviving a zombie attack, bitten, she wakes up still herself. Except, something's changed. She's different and it scares her. Only thing she can focus on is getting her brother out of Los Angeles alive.

After leaving for Paris to find the coven of wolves hidden in the tunnels, Riley begins to remember her life as Rowan more and more. And that also means she remembers her strong desire for Styx's affections. The tunnels are dark, damp and downright horrifying. Her guide seems to know more than he lets on, yet he seems content with keeping its dark and dastardly secrets. Time is running out on the clock, and it's only a matter of time before Snow finds out about the Darkness. [COMPLETED]

Riley Jackson, a seventeen-year-old female who's pretty average in her daily life. Her parents are divorced, she's got decent grades and she's a vegetarian. She's pretty normal. She's never showed any signs of being abnormal. That is until she receives a note from the school of Vampire's. Elysian House. When she arrives, things start to fester. Dark magic is working, people are being killed and going missing and a body is stolen. And Riley may be the only person that can stop it. [COMPLETED]

If you can't even reproduce, you're destined to never have a mate. That's the reality of Omegas everywhere. They don't contribute to the pack with any sort of skill set. They aren't strong and they aren't important. Omegas are simply the little playthings and bed warmers of more power pack members and if they aren't attractive enough for that then they simply clean up after everyone else. That's the life Cyra and her twin have been living. It all changes though when the powerful Alpha of the North Sea's pack comes to collect her tribute and takes Cyra as one of them. Taken from her brother, she must now adapt to a world of ice and snow where brutal secrets lie. Faced with the prophecies of a mystic and the blessing of the gods, Cyra finds that she might play a bigger role then she ever thought. Book Cover Created by: BlacksmithGraphics

"It was a dare. A dare to break my heart."