If you throw a rogue wolf into a pack, what do you get? Certainly, not a Luna. Kaia Aalish, rogue-born, must outrun the repercussions of her murderous past to become the fated Luna of Caedes, but that does not appear to be her true intention. __________________________________ "You're killing me," I moaned, tugging on his shirt which irritatingly still stood between us. He got the hint. Before I really had time to even acknowledge the sculpted muscle bound to his well-defined body, his shirt was on the floor, and his lips found mine. The kiss was in no way gentle. Lust burned at the tips of our tongues, each of them fighting for dominance over one another. His hands were just beginning to fiddle with the button of my jeans when the door was thrown open. Both of our attentions shot to the door with a now very broken doorknob. Though, that wasn't really what I was interested in. Oh, no. My mind was focused on a very real problem--that I was laying on a bed with a man I had only met maybe three hours ago while, simultaneously, staring into the dark eyes of my mate. Highest Ranking: #4 in Werewolf 6/23/17 Completed: 8/10/2020 © All Rights Reserved 2016

Aurora liked to think of her life as one that, unlike seemingly everybody else nowadays, she did not want to re-live. Sometimes, when she's lying awake at night, she likes to think that the fates, or God or whoever it was that planned out peoples lives in the Wizarding World, got bored of planning the same, boring monotonous lives, and so decided to spice it up a little. You know, inject a little bit of pain and trauma into her life every now and then to see how she deals with it. It's a sadistic thought, the universe would have to be cruel to find entertainment in Aurora's sad excuse of a life, but Aurora wouldn't put it past them. - The fics wordy, but most people are alive so I think that that's a valid reason to read :) ⚠️CONTENT WARNING⚠️ SA, ED, SH, suicidal tendencies, violence, swearing, really sad. Character death. Be prepared to sob. The stuff that belongs to JK R*wling unfortunately belongs to her, the stuff that belongs to me belongs to me. Currently ongoing; please read the authors note at the beginning. Cheers.

It was rumored that a beast lived in the shadows, he was known as the sex beast long before a battle went down and after that, he was known as the scarred beast who preyed on females in heat. No female had ever survived his wrath, or bore his mark. Except for one. Lilliana never thought what she would come across on one fateful night where she felt more hornier than ever. Once marked by the beast, everyone frowned upon her and she was ruined until the beast appeared again, claiming her as his. 18+ (Jumps into action real quick!)