The loss of youth is synonymous with the loss of innocence; the loss of humanity. Jeon Jeongguk knows that better than anyone. SEQUEL TO YOUTH.

A tale told between two points of view, spaced between vast oceans of time. Within the depths of her psyche, Ava James grapples with a label that has haunted her since childhood: Crazy. Psychotic. Deluded. She's always suffered with hallucinations featuring a figure straight out of Norse Mythology. But not everything is as it seems. Something is telling her that these hallucinations and dreams are an echo of forgotten memories of her time as an Asgardian herself. As the line between her dreams and reality blurs, Ava discovers a truth that transcends time and sanity: she is not merely Ava James; she is the reincarnation of Sigyn, goddess of loyalty and endurance. But Ava's revelation is only the beginning. Beneath the facade of her mortal existence lies a world teetering on the brink of chaos. For Loki, the deceptive King of Jotunheim and the God of Mischief, seeks to unravel the threads of fate and seize dominion over the mortal realm. And Ava, unwittingly bound to him by threads of destiny, stands at the precipice of a choice that will shape the fate of humanity. As Ava's beautiful nightmare unfolds, she must confront the darkness within and embrace the echoes of her immortal legacy. For in the clash between gods and mortals, the lines between ally and enemy blur, and the fate of existence hangs in the balance. *Prepare to embark on a journey where past and present collide-a tale of love, betrayal, and magic.

He pushed me against the bookshelf and caged me there with his arms. There was a hint of playfulness swimming in his eyes."I want to play a game." "What?" He pretended to think about it for a second. When he looked back at me, I felt butterflies in my stomach at the intensity of his blue eyes. "Cat and mouse. I'll be the cat, you be the mouse." I tried to push him away with no success. "I don't want to play." He leaned in closer towards me until his lips were directly beside my ear. I shivered involuntarily. "That's too bad." Alessandra never wanted anything to do with the limelight. She was content living life in her three bedroom apartment alongside her bubbly aunt with a job down at the local bookshop. When fate entwines her with Hollywood's Golden boy she finds it to be a cruel joke. The film industry is full of nothing but shallow, air-headed bimbos and suave heart-breakers and Alessandra just so happens to be at the front line ready to mend her broken heart.

A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."

#14 Werewolf┊A small, seductive grin overcomes his face, as he leans in closer towards me. I feel his breath on my neck, causing me to still in his arms. "You see this?" He whispers in my ear, as he runs his finger along the bite mark, causing a ripple of desire to flash through my body, "It's my mark you'll bare. My mark that makes you mine-now and forever mine." ━ Do you remember those haunting tales your parents would tell you, about the beast that would roam the forest on the full moon in search for the girl in the red cape, so he could eat her up? I always thought it was just folklore, a myth, a simple fairy tale. Never did I think I'd be the one in the red cape, and the beast would be searching for me. Not to mention, a beast who wants to eat me in a way different than the tales. My soul mate. EXTENDED SYNOPSIS INSIDE!! ━ Copyright Taliii__ •started January 26th 2017• •highest rank in Werewolf-#14 28/05/17• •beautiful cover by the lovely @calloipe•

**The Season Series Prequel (#0.5)** Isabelle de Haviland is hopelessly in love with Prince Leopold of Germania. Fortunately for her, the dashing foreign prince is her betrothed, thanks to a decade-old marriage treaty signed by her father, the Duke of Kentshire. But Kentshire is a rich and bountiful duchy, with Isabelle as its sole heiress. Whomever she marries will inherit her father's lands, which sit on the hotly contested border between Germania and Pretania. Refusing to be outwitted by his own duke, the King of Pretania summons Isabelle to Highcastle Palace as a debutante for his son, Graham, the temperamental crown prince. Determined to remain loyal to her husband-to-be, Isabelle is forced to navigate the tricky waters of the royal court all while keeping the meddlesome prince at an arm's length. But all is fair in love and war and Prince Graham is not one to lose at either...

Mary is a princess. But she's not your typical Snow White or Sleeping Beauty. She fights, much to the disapproval of her parents, on a regular basis. She's loud (but never rowdy), violent (but never cruel), and crass (but never graceless). She can be all these things but not the other because she's a princess. One night the rock-loving, head banging, rebellious princess makes a big mistake. Somehow the crowned jewel of her kingdom (at least to the public's eye) gets her delicate little fingers on a spell book. This is when things go awry. She manages to summon a demon. But not just any old hell-dweller she gets a hold of none other than the king of the first fallen angel, Lucifer himself. Neither Mary or Lucy (a nickname he hates with the fiery passions from hell) seem to know just how much their destinies are entwined. The end of their story is uncertain, well at least for now. {Being rewritten, edited story titled Hell of a Roomate!}

"You don't quite seem to understand Tamara, you can't leave because if you do, I will always find you" For 17 year old Tamara Mitchells life was normal up until one fateful day. The day she met the dark, handsome Damien who promised her that he will have her - no matter what. With family secrets being revealed and ties broken will these two be able to triumph over everything or will fate see to destroy them? Cover made by e_mxox

❝ They watched the stars, night after night ❞ { Watty 2015 Winner Copyright © republicans. All Rights Reserved }

Eric Thompson has always felt uneasy about the strange little boy down the road. There's something unnatural in his vacant stare, something chilling in the way he speaks about dolls-as if they're more than just toys. Eric's younger sister doesn't see the danger, and no one else believes him. But as time passes, his fears grow harder to ignore. The boy isn't just obsessed with dolls. He wants to make them. And in his mind, humans are the perfect material. Amazing cover by Tomorrowland