Rage is the residential psycho of the club. Tormented by his own demons he lives in pain and agony, a constant state of rage. Everyone knows him as the Hellhound of the Riders of Tyr , known for his cruelty and the joy he gets from causing pain. To others and to himself. Loyal to his King and the club he craves for the liberation death will bring him. Till he meets Iris. Iris has escaped Hell and lives out on the streets till she surprises everyone and becomes a mechanic for the Riders. Afraid of her own shadow, plagued by the terrifying memories she never feels safe. Until she meets Rage.

I turned the letter over in my hand, I hadn't seen my dear sister, Cecilia, since the fire, the doctors weren't sure she'd make it and she'd spent the past two years recovering from her extensive injuries. I'd thought I'd lost her. The letter was written in her beautiful hand on fine parchment in a beautiful lavender ink. Sebastian entered my study with tea and gave me a curious look. "Is something the matter, young master?" He asked as he poured the tea. "My sister will be returning to the manor." I sighed remembering the last time I had seen her. This story was written years ago on my old account XxDarkSuccubusxX (back when I hadn't quite read the manga yet and only season 1 and season 2 of the anime had been released) so forgive me if the plot is a bit 'meh' haha. I have been getting a lot of requests to bring this one back so here goes. I hope you enjoy. Apparently this needs to be said again: On the Grell Vs. Grelle thing.. guess what kids both are acceptable spellings, I use Grelle in this fic because that is how it appears in my PURCHASED manga, both are acceptable spellings, its a matter of preference, please don't be jerks.

"Excuse me?" "You heard me. I suppose you don't remember this but I'll tell you a little story," She cleared her throat, "Once upon a time there lived a family of 5 monsters. A pair of parents and 3 children. One was an angel. Not a monster, but she was treated differently. Everyday, she got beaten and yelled at. That was why she locked herself in her room and no-one cared to bother seeing her as they treated her like trash. One did though, he was a handsome boy but a very ugly one at that, a traitorous monster you call. One day, as the little girl decided to exit her room, she found out he betrayed her for somebody's hand in marriage, someone that disliked the angel to the pit. Oh my. Poor little girl cried so much, that her rage and power took over. She had no use for her cute, gentle side anymore, and darkness clouded her mind. On the same day, she jumped out from the window. The end." Emiko smiled sickly before it turned into an obvious fake one that she purposely did. I stared at her with my eyes widened apart as I processed the whole story over and over again in my mind. I have a really sick feeling now. Not physically, but mentally. As if I've done something really wrong and feel guilty. "W-What do you mean, I don't remember this story? You never tell me things.." I said. She begun with a scoff and laughed manically. "One day..you'll know. When the time comes, get ready. Because I'll get back at you for the things you did to me. Ten times harder." She hissed before passing me and knocking me back with her shoulder.

| ranked #1 | | 4.24.16| | completed | | wattpad featured story 8/17/16 | | winner of a collectors edition WATTY 2016 | "How many times do I have to say this until you accept it? Those people are mine, those soldiers are mine, you are mine." I freeze. "Well," I straighten my spine, tightening my fists," I am not to be owned by anyone, least of all you. And my people aren't either. I will not allow you to do this." "You won't allow me to?" He scoffs. "And how are you going to stop me?" "If you do not call off this awful plan, I will reject you, as my mate." highest rank: 1

They say i'm the Beauty and he's the Beast, but my life is far from a fairy tale. I thought I had everything figured out, I thought I knew what was real and what was fantasy but this trip has been anything but normal. ------- "You've dragged me to hell and back but I would do it again if I get to call you mine. We're anything but normal. A marine and a werewolf, not exactly a match made in heaven........or was it?" ~~~~~~ Completed

Book 1 of (The Awakening Series) {#1 Supernatural} {#1 Paranormal} {#1 Lycans} {#1 Vampire Romance} {#5 Royalty} The world went to shit long before I was born. Humans like me use to believe other species were nothing more than fictional characters, myths, or figures of one's imagination. But that was before vampires left the shadows and decided to reveal their species to the world. I've been told that teenage girls use to fantasize about being swooshed off their feet by those mysterious creatures. Insane. Matter of fact, insane would be an understatement, they were fucking lunatics. Vampires are not some fictional character that would love you like no other. No, vampires are not some sort of myth, and they most certainly are not, a figment of anyone's imagination. They are very real, and they despise the human race. In fact, they have enslaved my entire species and formed a new world. Each continent is owned by a ruthless, bloodsucking, barbaric, the vampire king. Every single one of them has played a part in the war of the awakening, showing no mercy, killing without question. Humans didn't even stand a chance. Our army and world leaders were killed or imprisoned in less than a couple of days. They slaughtered my race, but it didn't stop there. No, that was only the beginning of human suffering. Trust me when I say the death was truly a kindness, because anyone who survived the awakening, would beg for death. I was positive that my suffering would come to an end when I turned eighteen. I was hoping and praying to be marked as a feeder, nothing more, nothing less. Death was the only way out of this world. You see, all of the kings who ruled over the earth were cruel and calculating. They are all tyrants in their own right and they all answered to one vampire. Who was known as the most barbaric of them all and I was marked as his chosen. The King of all Vampire Kings. "This book is currently undergoing edits for publication."

THE GARDEN OF BLOOD TRILOGY: Book One UNDER CONTRUCTION The headings that are in English are edited. ********* Nikolaos Vitcenzo King of his underworld that is the Mafia. Arden Dagwood a twenty-year-old who should have just minded her own business. ******** "Answer the Fucking question Adren. How many?!" I almost jumped out of my seat at his harsh tone. I forgot who I was, feeling like a five year who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. The only difference I got caught using dicks. ****** This time no one is looking for Redemption. He is the Devil, She is his Darkness. ROMANCE ALWAYS HAS A CONSEQUENCE Mature18+ Rated R❌

He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust. Terrifyingly possessive. He had the world, but to him she was his world. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his miraculum.

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_

Steele was the next mafia boss. He had everything; money, power, women, authority...he had it all. In the mafia love means nothing. You respect your blood family and that's it. Other than that you take what you want and do what you want. Jennifer was your typical high school girl. Skirts and sweater vests were her thing. Her parents were divorced and her father was the CEO to a mega corporation. She had everything she wanted. A beautiful car, long blond hair, angelic features and the high school dream life. However, Jennifer wanted something else. She wanted to be loved, held by someone who wasn't obsessed with money and the success of their job... Jennifer needed a strong man.