Highest rank: #1 in werewolf on 07/14/2016 lycans, soulless monsters born of divine wrath, Zeus created them for destruction. Born half-human, half-wolf, these creatures are cursed to live in torment. But Selena granted them a glimmer of hope in the form of mates. Bianca, exiled from her pack, confronts unspeakable horrors. Little does she know that her fate is intricately tied to the future king of the werewolves and Lycan, unlike anything she's ever met. As their destinies collide, a menacing evil looms in the shadows, threatening to engulf not only their love but also the very future of their kind. TW: This contains BRIEF mentions of abuse, rape, and mentions of graphic torture. .............. This book was initially published in 2016 and is undergoing a rewrite. I do not allow my work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

Being sister of the Alpha isn’t all it’s made out to be. I don’t get the benefit of being oh so popular or automatically have the genes of a rich snob who gets everything they want...well I guess that’s a good things but anyways, my brothers name is Jay, and me being his little dorky sister he watches out for me. Only problem is, is his version is not let me have any friends or boyfriends, or pretty much a social life in general. I was always fine with the second rule till Jay’s best friend and beta, Terrence, started to...lets say become very appealing. When Terrence’s eighteenth birthday comes, Jay being the best friend he is agrees to let Terrence use our house for the party. The guest list is everyone but us ninth graders. That’s fine until later that loud and very annoying night, none other than Terrence comes stumbling through my bedroom door telling me that I’m his mate. Let’s just say things get a little messy when your mate is your brothers best friend...and your mate doesn’t want anything to do with you.

"In the end, the guy doesn't change for the girl, the girl is still broken and they don't end up together." He was cold He was tormented He was cruel He was ruthless He was powerful He couldn't love He killed He was the alpha of doom She was fragile She was sweet She was kind She loved anyone She was broken She was tortured She was an omega Highest rank: #1 in werewolf 25/12/16 #3 in cold 25/11/2020 Be warned that this book needs major editing and I know that but I'm busy at the moment so keep the hate out. Amazing cover by; @INNOCENT9146

Music swells from the grand ballroom, captivating the crowd. Hundreds of eyes follow her every move, scrutinising every sound. She does not fold. She thrives. Yet hidden amongst the crowd is a gaze that judges more than her music and her glittering dress, one that holds her destiny. A tale of music, wolves and romance: where identity is tested beyond talent. The time-worn path demands focus and presents countless challenges. Will she have the strength to rise above them? Or will her song be silenced forever?

Alpha Cross of the Macabre Pack was a ruthless killer. He was known for leaving pack after pack in a bloodbath with not a single survivor in sight. A cold blooded killer with no feelings of remorse, pity, or grief whatsoever, Alpha Cross is someone no woman could ever hope to love... But of course, like all werewolves, he was destined to have a mate. Elair Richelieu, daughter of the beloved Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack is a fierce woman. Shrouded in mystery, Elair has survived the worst of the worst, most of which she cannot remember. Convinced by her duties Elair lived as a leader to her pack and her squadron, a mysterious group in which she grew up. But Fate had other plans... They were each others' mates. But there was one little issue... Elair can't feel their bond. Together, the two struggle in a relationship in which dominance is a power struggle. ****** The Alpha walks towards me and I raise an eyebrow. When he gets to point where our distance reduced to about half a meter in front of me I drop from the desk and stand up. "Whoa, there cowboy." I say as I hold my hands up. My jaw drops when I realize what he's actually trying to say. "Hold up. Are you saying I'm your mate? Because, well, I don't... uh... How do I put this simply... I don't feel you... Bro." I say as I dodge him and his disgusting stalker-ish approach of walking towards me. "You seem to think that you have a choice." The Alpha says to me with a smirk and I roll my eyes. "And you seem to think I give a shït." ------ Highest Ranking: #1 Werewolf Warning: This is INCOMPLETE. After its publication in 2016 the last ELEVEN chapters were taken down due to copyright. So if you wanna read up to 24, go for it. Get it on Amazon here: https://goo.gl/c9R2F2

Celeste is the Alpha's daughter, his only daughter, to be exact. She is a werefox and a healer. Impossible, right? Well, it was till now. Because her mother did not inherit being a fox nor her father a healer, they thought she was going to be normal. Wrong. She has both traits, passed down through her grandparents. Being the only werefox and healer, the rogues are barreling after her. Celeste is in huge trouble. They have wanted her ever since they found out. They sent a spy to date her, and she fell for it. With all of this newfound information, what will the Alpha of the rogues do to get this magical girl? To add on, her four over-protective brothers and father are all in a meeting across the world and won't be back for two months, leaving Celeste as an Alpha with a whole lot of baggage. ~ Lycer is a vicious alpha to anyone who doesn't know him. They say he kills anyone who crosses his territory line, but all of that simply isn't true. When his pack, The Dark Moon Pack, moves next to Celeste's, he jumps on the chance to make a new ally. After he learns she's his mate and that rogues are after her, what extent will he go to to keep her safe? And what extent will the rogues go to to obtain her power? Will Celeste be able to keep safe from them with the help of her new mate, Lycer? Will she be able to stay the kind girl she is with all of this new stress? Join Celeste and Lycer as they take a journey through love, pain, and heartbreak.

Leila lived with her pack all her life. It was until she was forced into an arranged marriage that she ran away from home. She turned into a rogue and while running away from an Alpha, she ends up kidnapped by another one. The exception for this was one: this Alpha was her mate.

Being the runt, Leah doesn't fit in well with her pack, even though she's the alpha's daughter. That's why she moved to LA to live with her aunt while she's in high school. But when rogue attacks start getting more frequent, Leah's whole world is quickly turned upside down. Her dad forces her to move back home with only a day's notice, and that's only the beginning. On her sixteenth birthday she finds out that she's the mate to future Beta Mason Thompson..... the boy who tortured her throughout her childhood and who's voice haunted her dreams for years. Add in the fact that rogues seem to be trying desperately to capture Leah for some unknown reason and you've got a recipe for disaster... nobody said being the runt was easy.

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?