When the young elf Aves finds a book about the history of their land finds in a cave in the woods. She finds a legend about an elf who will defeat the new king and will free the old land. No clue who it can be. Aves will try to find the author of the book. Will she find the author and who can the elf be who will free the land.

This story is about a murderer. Not just a murderer, a special murderer. The killer "unifies" people. What is unifying you ask? Oh you'll find out (if you read this story at least :p) (this is my first story on wattpad, please be mild on me!)

Jonas Hayes ist ein normaler 17-Jähriger Junge. Es gibt nur eins was ihn von anderen unterscheidet. Er ist ein Werwolf. Jonas ist nicht der einzige. Es gibt noch viele andere die sich mit ihrem Rudel verstecken um von Menschen nicht endeckt zu werden. Jonas ist bzw. war der Alpha eines Rudels. Als er umzieht ändert sich aber alles. Sein Leben wird komplizierter. Und als er auf Noah Bennett, Alpha der Moonshades trifft, erfährt er Dinge, die er sich nie hätte träumen lassen. !!! Achtung BoyxBoy !!! Don't like, Don't read ;P Für alle anderen: Viel spaß beim lesen. Ich hoffe euch gefällts.

Order and chaos, two things that many believe to be two different thing. But all Rangers know that they are one in the same. The order and routine that comes with being a Ranger and the constant thrill of not knowing what the next day will bring. Only this time, the balance of a certain Rangers life has been tipped and is heading down the familiar road of the unexpected. Ranger Will Treaty is on a solo mission with the simple task of rounding up a few bandits, then heading off for the last few days of the annual Rangers Gathering. But perhaps, this seemingly simple task turns out to be something that could lead to something bigger. Something that could go far beyond the borders of Redmont or the political realm of Araluen. Goes past the boundaries of order and chaos. Past the borders of life and death. Into the primordial world of survival. •ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO JOHN FLANAGAN• DONT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ BOOKS 11 AND 12!

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.