Alyenna did not hesitate. She obeyed. She held the hilt. She did not let go. It was not enough. Not enough to stop Scelestra from taking him. From taking what was never hers. For a storm cannot be owned. A hurricane cannot be bowed. A blizzard can only be endured. He was stolen from her arms. Her Storm General Aethorien. Her soul bonded. Her Nar. She tore through a dragon to save him. He fought his own mind and a blood curse to protect her from an impossible fall. It was not enough. Not because she never got to say those three words. Not because the magic around her has gone hollow. Not because she feels everything being done to him. Because she has to do everything he taught her. To hunt him. To survive him. To destroy him. But that is Scelestra's game, not hers. The General Aethorien will fight with spite and wit. He will fall. The dragon and the woman will fight for him. They will claw their way through stone, through ice, and through hell itself to bring him back. But what Aly does not realize is that she was never alone. She is not the only one who loves him. All of Tendaara will fight with her to bring him back. Because despite Nar believing he is insignificant, there is a world of people, past and present, willing to do anything to get him back. To repay him for every sacrifice he never believed mattered. For the storm does not bow. And neither does his dragon.

"Help us..." I look down, seeing two twins sitting on the ground, backs leaning against the wall. As it rains I can see them trembling pitifully in the cold rain, as I was warm under my umbrella. They both clung to one another and it made me remember when I was younger and loved my sibling... Now seeing people with their siblings sickens me. "I will be of no use to help you Omegas." I say with a sneer at the edge of my voice, smirking as I feel satisfied. As I walk on, my feet become planted in the ground. My expensive boots become flooded with rain as I can't seem to move from my spot. But this smell... No, it can't be. I feel claws growing slowly, my breathing becoming heavy as my vision blurs in this already blurry world. I twist around, seeing those twins looking up at me with horror in their eyes. I start stepping towards them. "Stay away, please!" One of them gets up, standing in front of other, trying to protect his weaker twin. I grab his wrist, my claws sinking into his skin. His skin becoming pale as my teeth grind. "Mine." HIGHEST RANK: #25 in Werewolf #2 in #mxfxm

He’s the reluctant guardian that falls for a broken soul. Made #62 in Short Stories.

Alessandra Liotta was born and raised in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Now, at twenty-two years old, she is moving to Philadelphia all by herself. Ever since Alessandra's beloved father died when she was sixteen years old she wanted to leave Lancaster. Get rid of all the bad memories. Her father was her favorite person in the whole world. He taught her how to drive, how to protect herself, and how to enjoy the little things in life . But, most importantly he taught her to never take anything for granted. The Liotta family wasn't poor, but they for sure weren't rich. They had to make many sacrifices. Alessandra was ready for a new life. Dominic Moretti was born and raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. His parents, Antonio and Andrea Moretti are apart of the Italian Mafia. Antonio is the mafia boss. Dominic grew up living a dangerous life. He has been shooting a gun since he was ten years old. He started working for his family at age 13, he has seen more than you could ever imagine. Dominic is now twenty-five years old and is as tough as can be. And as bossy as can be. What will happen when these two meet?

When 16 year old Katy Rhodes goes for a night of babysitting, she expects everything to go perfectly fine. But when everything goes wrong and when she gets kidnapped she must fight for survival.