The Undertaker finds himself a cat one night in the rain and decides to take it home. But what happens when that cat transforms into a beautiful young woman with cat ears and a tail? Can the Undertaker resist her feline charms?

Alpha Cross of the Macabre Pack was a ruthless killer. He was known for leaving pack after pack in a bloodbath with not a single survivor in sight. A cold blooded killer with no feelings of remorse, pity, or grief whatsoever, Alpha Cross is someone no woman could ever hope to love... But of course, like all werewolves, he was destined to have a mate. Elair Richelieu, daughter of the beloved Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack is a fierce woman. Shrouded in mystery, Elair has survived the worst of the worst, most of which she cannot remember. Convinced by her duties Elair lived as a leader to her pack and her squadron, a mysterious group in which she grew up. But Fate had other plans... They were each others' mates. But there was one little issue... Elair can't feel their bond. Together, the two struggle in a relationship in which dominance is a power struggle. ****** The Alpha walks towards me and I raise an eyebrow. When he gets to point where our distance reduced to about half a meter in front of me I drop from the desk and stand up. "Whoa, there cowboy." I say as I hold my hands up. My jaw drops when I realize what he's actually trying to say. "Hold up. Are you saying I'm your mate? Because, well, I don't... uh... How do I put this simply... I don't feel you... Bro." I say as I dodge him and his disgusting stalker-ish approach of walking towards me. "You seem to think that you have a choice." The Alpha says to me with a smirk and I roll my eyes. "And you seem to think I give a shït." ------ Highest Ranking: #1 Werewolf Warning: This is INCOMPLETE. After its publication in 2016 the last ELEVEN chapters were taken down due to copyright. So if you wanna read up to 24, go for it. Get it on Amazon here: https://goo.gl/c9R2F2

It is likely that you have heard the stories of a wonderful land in another world, a land called Narnia. And if you have, you have probably also heard of the four Pevensies, who discovered the land of Narnia by stumbling through a wardrobe. You would have read of the wonderful adventures they had in there, and how they became great kings and queens of Narnia, legendary rulers of their own country. But you have not heard of me, and my part in those same adventures. For my name is Rose, and I was merely a young girl lost in the turmoil of the second World War. But I also found that country, and through my actions, I affected the entire course of Narnian history. My story is one of love and beauty, of evil and the poison of hate, of adventures and journeys into the unkown, of the love of two rulers, of great battles and golden eras of peace. My story is one of unrequited love and frustration, of friendship and great sacrifice, and of many choices one is forced to make throughout life, whether they choose right or wrong. And this is where it begins. ~Part ONE of THREE~

What's my name? Nerina Nymph.....and how do I know that? My father told me....and somebody else....we call him the man on the moon. He told me that I was chosen. Chosen to be what? That's the answer I have to find; to find who I truly am. For now, my name is Nerina Nymph.....Princess of water.

Have you ever experienced the wind flapping through your mane and forelock as you gallop through vast plains and over rocky slopes? Have you ever known what freedom feels like, knowing that it isn't free? Of course you haven't. You aren't a horse-shifter like me. Well that so called freedom can be taken away any second of any day. In the blink of an eye, and you probably won't even know it. But I do. It happened to me. Like yesterday, when I was caught by the people that run the Wild Mustang Round Up. It isn't a beautiful sight. But I am. My coat, black as night, red as fire in sunlight. My mane, dark as coal, wild as the wind. My tail, as dark as ebony, that can't be tamed. My spirit? Ha, it is as wild as wild can be. I. Can. Not. Be. Tamed.

What happens when Sonyadore, a 15 year old girl that has the capability to shift into a beautiful black Arabian mare is captured and taken away from her herd, will she find her mate or even peace?

Amber is a Clydesdale mare but not only that. she has a human side. amber is a horse shifter. amber has grown up in a stable since she was a little foal. having no knowledge of her human side, she goes through drama and a complicated love twist. when a special group of people take notice its run and hide, but amber isn't a typical mare. (yes I do know that that is a male horse on the cover, just pretend its a mare xD)

Can you imagine being a shape shifter a proud one strong and brave yet female. No ha well your gonna have to because that's what I am. Me and my family we were all shape shifter yet I was the only one of my kind. Oh by that I mean type of animal. but I didn't care I was glad that I could shift from a human to an animal it made me feel free and like nothing could ever change that. But Something did change that. One day my family got into a fight a battle that lasted 6 days and me being only 11 was not allowed to fight with the rest of my family. So they try to hide me bellow the cellar. After a while the sounds of the battle stopped I heard people looking through the house then nothing after a day of silence. I came out from beneath the cellar but when I did I wished I hadn't there was my family my mum, dad,3 brothers, gran and.... wait 3 brothers, I had four I looked around I didn't find him. Then It hit me my family my whole family was dead, killed, murdered. I fell to the ground and cried I felt broken. Suddenly I felt this pain in side of me emotional physical and mentally. I screamed out letting go of my anger and as I did I felt myself changing in to my animal form but when I was fully changed I felt different somehow like this transformation was final and I welcomed that being in animal form help To Dull the pain which I was glad of as I had no one to share it with. I buried my family and everyone else. Said good bye, And with that I turned away and ran Off in to the night I am arrabella night. The last and only horse shifter.