highest ranking: #211 Werewolf The roles have reversed. And the world you know has been altered. Things are different this time; packs are not dominated by males but by females. The Alpha is now a strong, domineering woman. The Beta is a woman; the Gamma is a woman. Who run the world? Marcus Johns is the Archie comic book loving protagonist of the story. Due his mom's violatile job, he's being forced to move to the small town of Forks Point, Missouri. An introvert from birth, he's looking to keep his head down and his business to himself till his mom ships them to another godforsaken town. Meet Lana. Lana Kane is the tall, devastatingly gorgeous Alpha of the largest pack in Wuyan, China. Quick, brash and unforgiving, this Alpha has gathered quite the dangerous reputation. Throw in a overwhelmed human , a girl whose interests in Lana's mate cross the line of friendly, the threat of a certain man who wants Marcus for reasons unknown and what do you get? Well, you'll have to find out, won't you? All Rights Reserved Copyright@Mayowa0

A sonic pulse has wiped out the world as we know it, producing the desert-like BARRENLANDS. Now a dystopic wasteland, the Engineer is on the hunt to find the elusive hidden truth, and to restore the world back to its prosperity. With rich descriptions and an alluring writing style to unfold the book in your mind like a movie, you'll be left pondering for more. - Highest: #268 SciFi -

In a cityscape populated by individuals with magically inclined abilities powered by Colour, Athira is a hunter. Known only as the Owl, a notorious criminal with allegiances to none but herself, she searches for answers from the worst the city has to offer. No one is above her notice, and once noticed, there is no escape. When her search leads to a series of magical disturbances and a girl who was supposed to be dead, Athira's world of solitude shatters. Predictions from the lost Colour mark her friend a saviour, and as an ancient horror begins to rise, Athira starts to wonder who she should have been hunting all these years.

Leah is a Radiant, a dying race that is able to crystallise Light. Plagued for centuries by a parasite able to turn them into mindless monsters known as Lightless, the Radiant's homeland has been long since lost. Leah's seen what the parasite has done to her people's morale, and she's determined to be the one who finds the cure. Only the League of Light still challenge the expansion of the Lightless, but new recruits are growing scarcer, their Radiant blood thinner as the League struggle to maintain numbers. When Leah arrives with her Radiant features and the full ability to manipulate Light, not all of them see her as a blessing. There's a divide between the pure Radiants and the humans who can claim their blood, and with shadows in the League, Leah's going to have to wade through it all if she wants to find her cure. Cover by @Prisim

❝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