My first mistake had been re-noticing people in my classes, if I hadn't done that; I wouldn't have re-noticed Tristan Everdeen. I should have known that the moment I had become entranced in those eyes of his-silver, deep, contemplative-that things never would be the same. But of course, I didn't. Because since when does life let you off the hook and just allow you to know those kind of things? *NOTE: This story was written when I was much younger and doesn't reflect my current views on healthy relationships. There are also errors that should be fixed with an edit run-through but I don't currently have the time to do what would basically be a complete rewrite of the book. If this still is good with you, thank you for the support on my story!*

'I watch his slow gaze travel over all of us until it settles on me. I also watch as his pupils dilate and his lips pull back, exposing his teeth as he growls out "Mine!" I don't even have time to process what he said before the table he's sitting behind flies to the side and he lunges forward. Jamie pushes me to the side and Dad catches me before I can fall to the ground. Another growl rips out of the man's chest before something happens that I'm sure I imagined. Before my eyes, I watch as the man morphs into an animal. A wolf.' When Avery's parents drag her across the country just to congratulate someone, she knows something is up. When her parents then bring her to a strangers home in the middle of the woods, she can't help feeling like something is wrong. And when a man suddenly turns into a werewolf right in front of her eyes, Avery is sure that there was something her parents have been leaving out for the past nineteen years. She grew up assuming werewolves were fake, made real only in stories and folktales. Now she knows better, but will she be able to accept her new reality?

Ten years ago Anya Royce leapt from a bridge after relentless bullying. She died that day, with not even her werewolf healing able to save her, only to become a reaper. Changing her name and everything about herself, Grim now spends her days collecting souls and . . . waiting to collect souls. She has a mundane and emotionless life, filled only with the dead, and she's rather content. That is until, her undead life is interrupted when death is literally stopped. Grim is thrown from her realm and back into the human's to reinstate death. The only problem? She's sent back down to her pack, with the mate who rejected her and the bullies that pushed her off that bridge. Not only does she have to deal with a necromancer who has a dangerous amount of power and a guilty mate begging for forgiveness, she also has a sly and very smart hidden enemy, who won't stop until she has Grim and everyone else under her manicured thumb. Rest In Peace- Ha, she wishes!

"I Conner Luke reject you Toni Smith". I felt a sharp pain in my body when I heard those words but I ignored it. My wolf told me to beg him to forgive me for whatever I did but I did the opposite. " Thank you now I don't have to reject you" as I walk away I look at him and smirk while he has a shocked expression. I wasn't about to cry I might feel a part of me missing but my life wouldn't be over just because I got rejected. Conner Luke a 17-year old werewolf.He is the schools bad boy.Hes also the son to be alpha of the dark moon pact.The third strongest pack in the world.Conner is the one who beats and bully's Toni everyday in school in-till she left.Now his heart is broken and will do anything to get Toni back. Toni Smith a 16-year old werewolf w ho lives on her own, no friends, and is bullied bad by her school sometimes even beaten. Now will be rejected be the tip of the iceberg to make her leave this pack. After leaving does she find love that isn't her mate or will she have second mate. And who will mark her first..... -406 in werewolf 6/2/15 Wrote when I was 14, not continuing.

**SAMPLE ONLY** Previously known as His Queen. Highest ranking : #1 in Werewolf (26/12/2015) Note : Please refer inside for the full summary. ❝Every king needs his queen.❞ Every pack has its own tradition. For the Golden Moon pack, it is no different either. Every year, every unmated male werewolf would travel around the world in order to find their other half; their soulmates. All, except for Darius King. As the 'heartless' Alpha of the Golden Moon and the blood Alpha, his is the only name that sends shivers down his enemies' spines whenever they thought about him. In his opinion, the tradition is nothing but a perfect opportunity for other packs to attack his while most of the male wolves are not around, or so he reckons. Little did he know that his decision would lead him to his mate who crashed into his territory; literally. ♛ Please do not leave any hate/self-promoting comments! Thank you! (:

Aspiring writer Norah Jacobs needs an escape. In the span of two weeks, her corrupt brother has been jailed for murder and his partner has been hovering on her doorstep, threatening to ruin what little peace she has left. Packing her car, Norah flees the city and goes off the grid, finding refuge in the small coastal town of Bellvale. However, Norah's newfound refuge lands her right in the middle of a power struggle between creatures she thought only existed in fairy tales, and she begins to see that no matter how hard you try to run from your troubles, they seem to have a way of catching up with you... Watty 2014 Winner Haven Copyright © Melissa Lucas 2013 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author.

You know the story of little red riding hood and the big bad wolf, and how in the end the huntsman kills the wolf and saves red? Well its all false. How do I know this you ask? Well i'm little red riding hoods daughter. And my family is hiding a secret. About a wolf, a girl, and a huntsman.

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

11/5: #71 He waited in the shadows of the overgrown forest watching her silhouette move around her room. He was growing impatient by the minute wanting to claim and possess what was rightfully his. Tonight will be the night that he claimed her, even though she had already rejected him. He hadn't taken it lightly when she had walked away from him, so now he will have her in any way possible. The light shut off letting him know that in a few minutes she will fall into a deep slumber. Dashing across the field reaching the bottom of the Inn, he noticed the opened balcony doors. It's as if she had known he would be arriving to claim her. Turning back into his God given shape, he jumped up onto the second floor with no difficulty. The night's cool breeze woke up his senses as he smelled her intoxicating scent... "MINE!" he growled. Once inside he smirked at the sight of his Mate sound asleep. Walking over to her, he breathes her in to ease the beast within. "The potion should be working now. Catalina." calling out to her she stirred. His body settled on top of hers, his hardened manhood brushing her bare thigh causing him to growl lowly. His beast was trying to convince him to take her, after all, he is the Alpha King and she was his. Lowering his head, he kissed her neck causing her to moan. Sucking the area he would mark her, he extended his canines grazing her skin. "You can't escape me know my Queen." Sinking into her neck, her body arched involuntarily as he held her down. Pulling away he licked the blood droplets away then kissed it, she let out a loud moan. "You are bound to me forever my beautiful Catalina... only me." whispering in her ear he then crashed his lips on hers tasting them like he had wanted too since he first saw her. Kaden Hendry is the Alpha King of his kind ruling all werewolves from England. Cold, disconnected and detached he finds his Mate who rejects him. Catalina Luna is the foreigner visiting his country and the runaway Mate.

(Third in my 'Mate Or Not' Series) Celena was raised with hunters after they they had killed her family when she was just 5 months old. Only one hunter, Brett, ever treated her kindly and took care of her. And now at 19 Celena has finally escaped and while waiting for Brett like he instructed her to she was caught trying to steal some food by none other than the Fire Light Pack. Taylor had been waiting to find his mate but he never expected it to be the rogue breaking into their pack house. And considering Damon (his alpha)'s hate for rogues and the problems arising from hunters. It was going to be hard but Taylor would not give up. Now if he could only get his little mate to trust him.