Sam was the lonely wallflower of her pack. She was the goodie two shoes that was as innocent as an angel; she never drank or smoked. But when she reached the mature of 17, she finds her mate, the one and only alpha-too-be. But when he realised that she was his mate, he did not think twice about rejecting her. A heartbroken Sam disappears from the pack without a trace. But a year and a half later, Sam winds up on the borders of her old pack, wounded and in need of help. Will the alpha who rejected her, help her? Can he accept that she has changed? Will she let herself live out her last days happy? 'I can't stop crying.' @JulietBanzuela 'this was by far one of the best werewolf stories ive read on here && i normally dont read this particular genre :).' @koko_bby ''m crying so hard! I love how it wasn't cliche!' @Karinaleon48 'Omg I'n crying and can't stop. You wrote this chapter so beautifully. I can't describe how good your story was. Just know that it was amazing and the ending was so fitting. This is a story that will forever have a special place in my heart.' @IlseBakker

Highest Ranking: #1 in werewolf as of 10-12-15! "Please...don't do this." I whimpered as he took a step closer. He narrowed his black eyes, "Sorry not sorry." he sneered. I closed my eyes, praying this would be over soon. *********************** Celina Blood, she's shy, sweet, caring, but she's also stubborn and strong. She's a fun she-wolf who is hiding a terrible past. Hades Black, the arrogant Alpha who is disgusted by rogues. He's cruel and heartless, something his mate learns quickly. Along with something else that may just fully break her.

Each baby born beneath the waves is killed--with one exception: the one hundred thousandth is spared. There's one rule shared between the island's tribes: don't touch the water. When Cressa-la breaks this law, her world, and body, changes. Sure, change is normal... but when has growing scales ever been normal? • • • Watty Award Winner 2015: Best Use of Visuals • • • Each baby born beneath the waves is killed--with one exception: the one hundred thousandth is spared. Among the spared, magic chooses a rare few, connecting them to the moon or sea. These are the One-Hundreds, mermaids and humans with the power to save the world-or corrupt it. When Cressa-la breaks the first rule of her tribe and touches the water surrounding her island, everything she knows turns on its head. Talking, sinister dolphins, mind control, and a whole world just under the waves await her on her eigteenth birthday... but she never asked for any of this. All she wanted was to become a Tribe Leader and take care of her village. It's amazing how one screw-up can change everything. A relentless darkness reaches for her, wanting her affections for his own twisted purposes. In opposition stands a fractured light, haunted by a painful past where corruption eroded friendship. Unless Cressa-la can bring the darkness to his knees and fight the war raging inside, the world is doomed. • • • Content warning: This story contains themes of depression and violence.

Remember the girl you used to bully? No? Remember the girl you pushed down the Sears giving her a concussion? Still no. How about the girl who knows how to make every single one of your breakfast without asking you? How about the girl who cleans and does you homework only to be treated like a human? ******** Elloisa Nevine was raped and beaten but when the last straw was taken she left. She left to Russia. She became the bad ass assassin that could kill you before you know she's there or you could blink. When she has to go back to her old hometown for a mission she gets and unsuspected person coming to town. And new feeling she doesn't know about.

9 years ago Isabella lost her entire family to rogue werewolves. That day she also became the vessel for Satan. Now to the present day Isabella is a hunter, to be exact the second strongest hunter. Getting a new assignment she's sent to the Greenburg, the town of the wolves. A very supernatural town. Greenburg is the home to the strongest pack in the country, Black Crescent Moon. Isabella came here with one objective on her mind. Kill the rogues and leave. But little did she expect what was coming her way. Dalton. The next werewolf in line for the Alpha title. With their first touch sparks fly. Dalton's mate is Isabella. He of course has no idea of her identiy and she intends to keep it that way. But when red eyed rogue attacks she has no choice. Trust the species she grew up hating or fall victim to a even worse species. Sometimes demons are better than angels. This book is protected under www.copyrighted.com Book 1 of Black Crescent Moon series #4 in werewolf as of 8-24-19! Highest ranking #4 in werewolf #85 in horror Cover by @tinyminh

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.