Wolves are instinctual beings, thriving on hierarchy and a pack mentality. Scars are common among werewolves; showing the world the brutality of werewolf life. Mother nature has never been kind, and for savage beasts who have the unfortunate gift of appearing human, she is even less than sympathetic to their plight. Nova has preferred to stay out of the limelight and lay low most of her life. A wolf who has watched only from the sidelines as her packmates brutally maul each other over petty squabbles and the quest for dominance. However, with the scent of her inbound heat affecting every male that comes within sniffing distance, her days of obscurity are over. Nova finds herself thrown into a battle for the thing she distastes most. Plots are hatched, and everything is not as it seems, it's hard to keep your head above the water and to keep from drowning a midst the confusion and treachery. Instinct lives within every living creature, and Nova is no exception. [Contains mild violence and sexual references]

[ON HOLD] ❝It might not be now, but in time, you shall weep tears of blood. She will slip from your grasp and fall down her death,❞ the words were spat and they smelled bad as they were drenched in the heavy, vomited honesty that his furious voice threw. ❝Again and again and again,❞ * ~ * ~ * In which complicated Ivory Dawn meets Roman Lane. A man who has been mourning her death for the past five hundred years. Werewolf #259 *THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT. EXPECT MISTAKES.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

"Talk of the Town" Watty winner! Gianna is a Seer : blessed with visions and dreams from the Moon Goddess. Alpha Gabel intends to be the first Alpha King in five hundred years, and his ruthless cruelty and ambition are without limit. Gianna and their Bond are his toy, nothing more. Taken against her will, Marked without consent, and forced to play Gabel's cruel games, Gianna vows to be the one soul that Gabel never conquers. /** This is a short sample of a published book. The full book is for sale world-wide at Amazon, iTunes, Kobo, or Barnes & Noble. :) **/

She met him once upon a dream.

The woods. Everyone stays away, everyone except for me of course. I LIVE in the woods so I can't exactly stay away. It's more beautiful in the woods then the town. Snow, trees, animals everywhere you turn. There's something there that never fails to blow your-- or should I say my-- mind. Why everybody stays away from the woods? Because of one thing and one thing only. Wolves. The most beautiful thing about the woods, in my opinion, is the one thing that scares everyone. I live deep, deep within the snowy woods. Never fearing a thing cause I know that their watching. The wolves. They protect me and I protect them. It sounds crazy but it's true. It's like we have a connection or something. I love them all. I'd protect then with my life. Especially him. The Alpha. Or as I like to call him, The Big Bad Wolf

he's ruthless and dominant. he's the scary story parents tell their children at night before they go to sleep. his pack is the strongest pack in the world. he's beautiful but coldhearted. his name is Lucius Alexander Pyle...and he just found his temptation.

║ "It's yours, Angel," he says, his voice husky and deep, "you can stare as much as you want." ║ Emmaline Jones isn't one for surprises. Anybody who knew her could tell you that. So when a hot guy suddenly decides to kiss her straight on the lips, she does the first thing that comes to her mind. . .and punches him. In the face. What's even more bizarre? The same guy keeps following her around and acting like she's his. What the hell is up with that?