Over one hundred years ago, the supernatural came out of hiding. A Great War ensued, causing the human race to fall to the bottom of the food chain and werewolves to come out on top. They hunted humankind for fun, their savage beasts creating fear among the lesser species, so the humans retreated into hiding. To keep the peace with humans, their ancestors developed a treaty; they would not kill mercilessly and in return, every year, all humans of chosen age were to take part in an annual hunt. Those captured did not return, falling victim to the beasts. Ailia Thorne lived in an old, secret village, far away in the mountains and well hidden from the beasts and their yearly hunt. Living under the radar, her village has been safe for sixty years. She thought she was safe, until one day, the wolves ventured a little more north than normal. 🌟 Book One of the Pursuit Series 🌟 SAMPLE ONLY **** **this is a werewolf book** Check the tags 18++ trigger warnings detailed in first part #1 dystopian #1 enemiestolovers #12 werewolf #1 humanmate #5 alpha ❤️1,000,000 reads 31/12/23

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

(COMPLETED STORY) "I love you," I whispered softly. He stopped kissing my fingers immediately, gaping at me. "I really do. I don't know why and I don't know how it happened so quickly. It's like one day I had my entire life planned out with this boy I'd known for years and slowly built this relationship and then you come in... it took me two weeks and I know when I started. We were on the Ferris wheel and you were looking up at the stars and my stomach just dropped and I knew it.. I knew I wanted you. Not just for the sake of this competition, not just to be your princess but I want you in all things. Prince or not, we were made for each other. The electric need I get for you, it-it makes me question my very being. And I love you Gabriel Hudson. More then I thought I could ever love anyone..." He attacked me, lips crashing hard against mine. Pushing me back against the floor, hovering over me. It wasn't full of intimacy, it was full of love. We didn't do it because we felt like we needed too, it was because we wanted too. It was like the sun, the moon and the stars revolved around us. Every question, every mystery answered in response to us because the world now made sense. The galaxies were microscopic in comparison. My mind swirled around leaving me dizzy as he pulled back gently. "I love you, sweet Ember," he whispered, staring deeply into my eyes. #1- Castes #2- Selection #5- TheSelection

Josh may be annoying--irritating, in fact--but he's also admirable in all of his freedom. Looking up at the stars with him proves to be a way to see who he really is. Warnings: very romantic smut. I'm still trying to think of a hybrid word for "fluff" and "smut" put together. "Smuff" just sounds wrong. Anyway. The title is indeed a grab from "Looking For Space" by John Denver. Original cover edit by @joshkiszkastolemysoul on tumblr. *Started 8/2/2019* *Completed 12/10/2019* Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1QiIr7uR5vEDNogXkt5fa3?si=_3jFzjglRB2pvGESM462Ew&utm_source=copy-link

The only thing Phoebe Carmichael is looking forward to is turning eighteen. So when she's escorted out of school one day to meet an Alpha who claims she is his mate, her whole world turns upside down. Phoebe is determined to believe she's not the long awaited mate of the most powerful Alpha in the country, despite the turmoil of emotions his mere presence stirs within her. Throw in a rogue Alpha with a serious vendetta and a former lover who can't take a hint, Phoebe's life went from typical high school teenage girl to the most powerful Alpha Female in America. All before she turns eighteen. ___ [3/8/2021] -- Currently in the process of rewriting this story for publication. Any feedback is welcome for the revisions! Leave some comments or shoot me a DM with your thoughts. :) ___ HIGHEST RANKINGS: #4 in Werewolf (1 July 2017) #1 in #girlpower (29 September 2018) #2 in #feminism (29 September 2018) #6 in #alpha (9 October 2018) #1 in #packs (2 March 2019) #9 in #king (25 June 2019) #4 in #queen (24 September 2019) #1 in #human (4 November 2019) #4 in #royalty (29 November 2019) **** I DO NOT ALLOW ANY TRANSLATIONS OF MY WORK. I also do not allow my work to be published on any other platform of any kind at this time. Please do not ask me to share my work elsewhere; my answer will be a firm, "No, thank you."

❝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

'Y'know, I never normally paid much attention to the bands that came and went here, when I was around, it was a pretty normal sight here at the farm. But I had a feeling that having Queen staying with us was going to be an exception.' Completed: October 2016 A/N: Before you begin reading, I just want to make it clear that I wrote this story when I was 17, hence why it's kinda shit. That's all I have to say, I do hope you enjoy it! © 2016 drowseroger All Rights Reserved

Sequel to The Lethal Princess. Must read first book before this. Becoming princess of an entire nation: That was difficult, but manageable for Avril. Having to marry before she was ready: Once again another difficulty, but it was inevitable. Planet hopping to save the fate of her world: Definitely where Avril draws the line. What should have been a happily ever after for Avril Bright quickly changes when Terra's most prized possession is stolen. Head-strong and determined, Avril and her friends (thanks to Avril) find themselves on the biggest adventure of their lives. Not only does Avril find herself battling through new foreign territories, but now she must combat the obstacles of surviving along with her friends, planet wars, and figuring out how to love somehow with an equal amount of temper as her's, Ike. Romance. Teen Fiction. Humor. Fantasy. Adventure. Action. Drama. And a whole lot of craziness. ---------- Copyright © tlwsweety2, 2015. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, modified, adapted, or distributed in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.