She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones, the caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold, and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn ♡ Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇ #1 - Mythology, #3 - in fantasy, #4 - Humor

Sawyer Lee wants to leave behind her hellhole of a town. But when the unexpected holds her back, she realizes that everything is about to change.

discontinued "Being chosen is a curse, a curse that haunts every dream, mars every memory and kills every victim." She is the second-in-command of an anti-government rebel force. She is a well-known and respected leader among the Right-Arm. She is strong, fierce, courageous, brave. She is the chosen one. But she is also just a girl, a girl with an enormous amount of responsibility on her shoulders, a girl who is lonely, scared and lost. A girl who needs him to save her. Brenda Salazar has been fighting against the cruel tactics of the government her entire life and now they've taken her brother away from her. Brenda will do anything to get her brother back, even if it means teaming up with a bunch of rag-tag kids who have no memory of their past lives. In order to reach the government's base of operations, Brenda & the others must battle their way through a labyrinth of unimaginable dangers. Can they reach their destination in time? Welcome to the Maze. [Brenda x Newt FanFic]

Mean, arrogant, vain and manipulative. Not exactly how you dreamed your first crush to be. So why did fate decide to play with Grey Powell's feelings when all he wanted to do was get rid of Yvanna Michelle? Perhaps the answer to that question is simple: It only takes one sly bitch to capture the heart of a billion-dollar boy. [DRAFT]

(Book in the process of editing) " Miss please stand in front of the class and introduce yourself.," my teacher said as she directed me where to stand. I walked to the front of the class, looking at all of my classmates in front of me. " Hello everyone. My name is Jessica Meadows and-... " I was interrupted when the door slammed open beside me and I saw the pair of eyes who caused it. " Mate. " Jessica was a normal teenage girl who just wanted to get through her senior year of high school. When she was forced to move that summer to Florida with her aunt and uncle, she starts to notice just how different Florida is from Ohio. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ** Completed! ** This is my first book so feel free to comment your opinions, but keep in mind I wrote this when I just started out. It won't be the best and will be cliche. As I am human: • Misspellings • Grammar errors I wanted to maybe make things different than the other werewolf books so things will be different. Enjoy the book (:

Just some of my depressing poetry. Cover art @NefariousBreed

🖤 The completed version is now only available for free on Inkitt🖤 (link in bio) Second book in Angels, Gods & Demons series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

*Completed* *Unedited* With every step he took towards me, I took one back until I hit the edge of his bed. A deep growl rumbled from his throat and I tried to make myself smaller in hopes that he would leave me alone. Being a human, I stood no chance against this beast in front of me. He would tear me apart. His muscles rippled with ease from underneath his shirt; his stance towered over me; his eyes colored with darkness; and I knew he was struggling to keep his wolf contained. "Kitten, don't act all scared. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've always fantasized about what it would be like to be with a beast like me." His hand approached me slowly and then brushed my hip. I gasped. His teeth grazed my neck and I unconsciously leaned my head away, so he could have more room. "Answer me!" he growled. My chest furiously moved up and down as I tried to calm myself. I shook my head. "Well, Kitten, you're MINE. Whether you like it or not." From a very young age, Mae has been told by her father to stay away from werewolves. They were too rough, too dangerous for humans, but she always had a fascination with them. Damon was the Alpha of the Night Bane pack and he was exactly what Mae's father told her he would be - rough and dangerous. *Not my cover art @ Jojoesart

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴏɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ-ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴꜱ. ♱ Vampire Ambassadors' Monthly Pick ♰ Ren Cornelli is a vampire-human hybrid, a monster born from a result of assault. He's vowed to disappear once he turns eighteen and rid his mother of the creature she birthed. All that changes when a night of bloodthirst entangles him in a web of murder. Ashton Mantel is a recluse. Not by choice but out of necessity. His family comes from a line of vampire purists with a goal of enslaving the human race. When he's forced to work with a "halfy", he's pulled into a world of deception. With the Hunter Society looming and Blood Hounds on the loose, Ren and Ashton must work together to find a killer, all while trying not to kill each other.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION