In a world of monsters and gods, the Lupus Deus is the one being no one wants among them, especially not the gods that wronged him. Vivian Grey is as average as any werewolf comes, or at least that's what she believes growing up until she is confronted with the fact that her mate is the monster she heard stories about growing up. It doesn't take her long to realize that he is as cruel as whispered, as unfeeling as he is complex, and far more monstrous than believed. When push comes to shove she'll have to learn to navigate her own strength or risk being drowned in his. As a war between her mate and the gods that made him take place, love, might just easily become a double-edged sword. PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Link: https://www.amazon.com/Lupus-Deus-Werewolf-Sophia-Moore/dp/1644341271/ref=nodl_

"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.

This story is about two girls trying to defeat the evil and find there families. there will be lots chaos where these two girls go.

A fatal choice, a deadly path. The little kit shall never last. Darkness rising, a Raven's cry. A whispering Dream shall not survive. The flames will rise. The flames will burn. Consumed by the fire, It's Moss' turn. The cards shall be played, the red cat dealing. The Ace is flipped, they are nearing. The Grim card may destroy them all. War's coming Shadestar, fear the Panther, or we shall fall. Click here to visit the Roleplay this came from! https://feralfront.com/index.php?topic=2234496.new#new ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME

Legend has it a cub of a certain shade of blue shall be born on a night when the stars dance, the moon smiles, and everyone celebrates. She shall have a friend to help her along the way and they shall grow very close. That tiger is called the Golden tiger and he is Fire eyes. The water tiger's name is Ninani. They shall encounter some adventures and when they do they usually over come it. Plz comment and say if there are any flaws!! I hope you guys will like it!! And from now on at the end of my books are going to be amazing comebacks or jokes!