Nina Gray. All her life, shes been the laughing stock of the Bloodhound pack. Shes forced to do maids work, hasn't shifted yet, and is hated by the majority of the pack. The only person who seems to have any mercy for her is her brother James, who cant protect her 24/7. After a high school graduation prank gone overboard, and Nina's mate rejecting her on that very same day, Nina cant take it anymore and runs away. Slowly, as time goes by, things start to finally look good for Nina. Shes transformed into a strong and powerful woman. Everything is fine, until one day, the Bloodhound pack and Nina have an unexpected encounter.

Skylar Pierce wanted nothing to do with her new roommate. After all, it was a Muslim. A Terrorist. Trouble. The only memory she had of those horrible people was the time that they didn't think twice killing an innocent man, but one memory was enough for her to never forget. That was before she caught the terrorist crying. Her guard had crumbled. It didn't make sense, how could a devil resemble an Angel with a broken wing? Husna Adam is back in The States for university after several years of hell in Malaysia. There was only one thing she wanted more than to graduate with honors, she wanted to fit in again and make friends. Especially with her new roommate, Sky. Strange feelings start to develop but Husna was a practicing Muslim, daughter of a preacher, a successful prodigy of a well known Islamic school. There was no way she could fall for a girl. Could she? One starts to doubt her phobia towards a religion she barely knew, yet hated all her life. One starts to doubt her beliefs, her faith and most of all, herself. Two girls harbor secrets that are to be unveiled, truths to be told and a reality to face. Right in the balls. Not literally, of course. No balls here. So what happens if you love something? What if things don't exactly work out?

A free-spirited Jessica Vale gets conned into becoming the maid of honor for her best friend's uptight bride-to-be. Between cake tastings, dress fittings - and a bit of rock and roll between, - reluctantly planning a wedding together quickly turns into something more than either of these girls had bargained for.

Time didn't matter to her. She got up when the sun did and tried to sleep when the sun went down. because of this seemingly endlessness, she's forgotten her name, she's forgotten her family and she's forgotten everything she use to be. Now she was nothing. Living on the streets of a town begging for money and food from travellers that didn't know who she was, unlike the rest of the town that thought of her as something unnatural even though she doesn't know why. Constantly abused by the townspeople who don't understand her, she is left to die in an alleyway after a horrible run in with three drunk men. She was expecting to die and have her corpse eaten by rats and other vermin. What she didn't expect was to be saved by a woman that was everything but human. "Do you want to live?" This woman asked and when she looked into herself she knew the answer, it came easy through her busted lips. "Yes." From that day on she became something else, something not human, something extraordinary and from that day forth she will serve this woman who saved her life and maybe one day remember her name or be given one by her new Mistress. Maybe one day she'll remember who she was and maybe she'll even find the one person that completes her soul. From that day forth she became a Nightwalker. Completed. This is a lesbian story and contains mature actions between females. There will be warnings at the beginning of the chapter if you do not wish to read such content.

Though once at peace their world is now rising in war. The Deamons and Angelo both have mighty kingdoms secluded to their own races, run by monarchy's. And just like every great kingdom. There are always those who wish to see them fall. Skyris is the mountainous region of floating lanshelfs the Angelo call home. Little is known of the lands queen, seen as cold and vicious she strikes fear in those unlucky enough to be caught in her presence. One choice out of a hundred possibilities can change your view and put you in the middle of a dangerous game. A lesson learned too late by one who wanted to change things, but not like this.