Blood for blood, bite for bite. Who gets to walk away? _____ Harper Moon is a bottom-of-the-barrel vampire and one of the most notorious vandals of the modern west coast. In theory, it could admit him into the most coveted private artistry academy the vampiric species has ever mustered up. But in practice, it could be what serves him on a plate instead. Every other year for their twentieth birthdays, those at the bottom are rounded up and assigned a mentor from the ones at the top, and trained for one year to compete in the largest biennial artistic competition for all vampires to watch. Those that are chosen are debuted as the next generation of artistic machinery for the elite. Those that are not, could be food. In a last-ditch attempt to break out of his lot in life and see himself free, Harper joins the ranks in hopes of working his way out. But talent is not the only thing the games necessitate, and art is not so black and white under a scrutinizing eye. When the competition begins to melt into more than just a game of the talents, but of his very mind, Harper will come to find the world of the arts is a brutal battlefield, that passion harbors a gruesome side, and the intricate politics of what it really means to be free may not be a game he can play alone. It's glamour, greed, gore, and greatness. And nowhere is too far to go just to have a taste. [ONGOING] [#2 in ARTBOOK]

Rayne has a routine, a plan. He lives life according to this routine. A few times a week, his routine allows him a few hours to hide away in his diner. Everything is always the same in this diner, even the variances are consistent. That is, until the gray-haired manager hires a new waiter who moves about like a tornado. This boy does not know Rayne's "usual" or his proclivity to be left alone so he can watch and study the people living around him. This new waiter disrupts his routine in all the worst ways and Rayne can't help but hate him. He doesn't seem to care, however, continuing to disrupt Rayne and see Rayne and pop Rayne's bubble of safety, and ask Rayne questions that he doesn't want to answer. It was all quite aggravating really. •••••• He looked vaguely familiar, like an ancient statute carved from marble or a delicately crafted oil painting you can see only in the galleries in Europe. He was all but perfect, just one minor flaw over his eyebrow- a scar where hair refused to grow, leaving a pale gash to interrupt his dark eyebrow. I noticed, between all my studying of this strange man's face, that his lips were moving. I had no desire to hear what he was saying. I was content to just watch. The ways his lips parted and pressed together, his porcelain teeth teasing an appearance behind them. I watched him speak, not hearing a word, until he stopped, his lips curving up and open on one end in an aggravating smirk. I don't know why it aggravated me, but it did. I furrowed my brows and removed an earbud, moving my eyes back up to his. His eyes seemed to aggravate me too. They looked all too teasing, all too amused. 🎖️ #1- yearn- Feb 18, 2026🥇 #1- love- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #1- slowburn- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #2- boyxboy- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- bxb- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- manxman- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #3- literature- Feb 14, 2026🥉 #10- lgbt- Dec 26, 2025

I failed them. All of them. When it mattered most, when we were so close to the end, I failed them. They're all gone, now. I'm all that's left of my brothers. But I can't quit. I can't give up. I don't have that option. I have to protect her now just as I protected her before. I have to keep going for her, and for them. I don't matter. I never did. But they do. So I will fulfill my duty now just as I did then. I will continue mission until there's no mission left to continue. Only then will I let myself succumb to the peace that calls me. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore, suicide and ideation. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #1 in "Guarddog" #1 in "Service" #1 in "War" #1 in "Dog" #2 in "Wolfdog" #4 in "Sentry" #8 in "Survivor" #8 in "Pet" #9 in "Soldier" #18 in "PTSD" #22 in "ManxMan"

Smile. Pose. Laugh. Twirl. Say this. Do that. Reshoot. Double take. Edit. Cut. Splice. Post. Over. And over. And over. I am a doll. A puppet. Pull my strings and watch me dance. I have no say. No emotions. No thoughts of my own. I'm at their whims. The beck and call of the viewers. And she, their willing director. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #6 in "Bonded"

Book 3 in Stray Series. I don't know what happened to me that night. I don't know how I, whatever I was now, came to be. Everybody who was there claims to have no knowledge of what really transpired, urging me to remain silent and secretive. I know they're lying to me, but I don't know why. I'm different from those around me, able to do and see and know things that they cannot. I seem to have a knack for being in the right place at the right time, of knowing what to do or say to fix the problem and help those around me. So why do I still feel so alone? Why do I feel so out of place? Why do I feel so hollow and empty? I can never seem to fill the ache in my chest regardless of what I do. I seem capable of helping everyone but myself. I searched, researched, scoured every source and talked with every knowledgeable creature I could find. But even still, no one knew how or why or what I am. Until I found him. -This story has depictions of violence, SA, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #5 in "Sparrow"

Book 2 in Stray Series. I know I'm not worthy of a second chance. I've taken away so many others' second chances. I took their lives in my hands and each time chose mine over theirs. It didn't matter who they were, if they had family, how old they were. I had a job to do. If I heard even a whisper, it was over. I had to. I didn't want to, but I had to. It didn't even matter in the end. She's gone now. I'm all alone. Somehow, for some reason, a second chance was bestowed on me. But I don't want it. I can't have it. And he knows it too. -This story has depictions of violence, SA, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #16 in "Shifter" #18 in "Loss" #24 in "Werewolf" #26 in "BoyxBoy"

Book 1 in Stray Series The world has not been kind to me, but that's okay. I don't need to live in luxury or comfort. My only purpose, my only goal, is to protect my children and give them the life I never had. I don't know how much longer I can keep them safe, though. The walls I've built for us are closing in, my efforts are in vain, and I'm not strong enough to help them much longer. I pray my son will be able to use what I've taught him to keep them alive. And protect them from the wolves that can't seem to leave us be. -This story has depictions of violence, SA, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #1 in "Werewolves" #1 in "Pups" #1 in "Omega" #1 in "AlphaxOmega" #1 in "Omegaverse" #1 in "Loss" #1 in "Soulmates" #1 in "Wolves" #1 in "BoyLove" #2 in "ManxMan" #3 in "BxB" #1 in "Hurt" #5 in "Alpha" #4 in "MxM" #4 in "Gay" #4 in "Shifter" #12 in "Werewolf" #10 in"BoyxBoy"

The Harbinger || Book 1 || Oliver's life turns upside down when he learns that werewolves exist and one of them is his mate, but things get dangerous when he starts to learn more about himself. ***** "It's a gift, and it's a curse." He never knew his father, and he was abandoned by his mother. Without a family to take care of him, Oliver was placed in a group home, unable of being fostered after one peculiar incident with his last foster parents. A happy child with a wild imagination turned into a timid shell of the boy he once was - a mouse who no one even noticed. On his sixteenth birthday, everything changes when he suddenly feels an odd connection with a guy he has never even spoken with. His name is Jaden, and everything about him spells trouble, but Oliver can't stop thinking about him - he is drawn to him. It is the start of his journey. Friends and enemies are made, secrets are unfolding, and the past comes back to haunt him as he learns more about himself, his family, and the fantastic world he has stepped right into. This is the path that was chosen for him. This is his legacy. || Gay || BxB || MxM || LGBT || Romance ||

(Stand-Alone story) Everything had to be clean. His house was spotless. His car was sparkling. His wardrobe? Perfect. Even his video game character was dressed impeccably and had all of its stats maxed out. The only thing that wasn't perfect was the frustrating creature that had recently begun visiting his back fields. He always had prairie dogs and other wildlife in abundance, and enjoyed watching them as he drank his morning coffee. It was a perfect, simple, quiet life. At least, it was until a set of muddy little black paws padded into it, leaving dirt all over his brand new carpet!

Falling in love with his polar opposite wasn't something Ian had planned. In fact, the only plan he'd had was to try and save enough money to be able to afford one meal a day on top of his rising rent. Yet somehow, he ended up stumbling across an ad for a video game while browsing online, and in it was one of their more popular streamers. Though, honestly, the guy hadn't looked all that great, and his hair seemed to need a good scrub, along with his wrinkled clothing, but for some reason, he hadn't been able to look away... even as the ad replayed itself over and over and over again.