❝Even fairytales can be complicated.❞ After her father was murdered right in front of her eyes, Krissa Ryder wasn't clear on what to do. She wasn't Cinderella - she didn't have a prince to sweep her off her feet away from the troubles that followed that cursed night, and she didn't have the confidence to say everything was alright. Instead, she had a mate she wasn't sure she even wanted to spend the rest of her life with, and that feeling was mutual. So what did she do? Along with a brother who held a grudge against her and a war that was beginning to brew among an elite pack, she must search for a way to fall - or not fall - for her destined love. WARNING: THIS IS AN INCOMPLETE BOOK. I WILL CONTINUE WRITING THE STORY WHEN I FINALLY HAVE TIME AND INSPIRATION. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, AND BEWARE OF CLIFFHANGERS THAT WILL NEVER BE RESOLVED. -✩- Cover by @freespace Highest Ranking: #3 in Werewolf Copyright © 2015

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

Her innocence radiated off of her like fine perfume, yet he couldn't control the beast inside him to keep his hands to himself. Knowing his every action was wrong-illegal to be exact, he couldn't bring himself to care. Finally, in all the years of searching, he had found his soul mate, the very beautiful woman that was made just for him. But he had a problem- what if she was his student? Olivia Hail could never do anything wrong. It was how she was raised, she never disobeyed anyone. Life hasn't been the same for her after her first shift. After finding out about her Father's death, she heads off to school- only to discover the very attractive Mr Hutchinson, one of her teachers that she never got along with happens to be her soul mate? If that wasn't enough, he's very angry when little Olivia tells him that they can't be together because 'they both could get in a lot of trouble' & since her Uncle thinks she hasn't found her mate yet, he calls a party of males to come and visit her. Now, with a very angry and jealous mate that is her teacher, and a little help from a best friend, can Olivia step out of her comfort zone? Or will Olivia end up in the hands of another male?

#1 in tough love #2 in lycans #158 in vampire #218 in fantasy #277 in alphas ***NOT EDITED*** ***COLORFUL LANGUAGE*** Highest Rank #43 in werewolf Highest Rank #12 in random IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ THE WORD "NIKE" A LOT DO NOT READ THIS BOOK I AM SO TIRED OF PEOPLE COMMENTING THAT "I get it they love Nike" or "I'm so tired of seeing the word Nike in every chapter" I GIVE 0 Flips DONT READ THE BOOK. I'm WRITING IT NOT YOU✌ ****** An uprising of rogues has disturbed the balance in the supernatural world. What do the rogues want you might ask? They want hybrids. Vampire and wolf and who better to create the than Naiyla Corvin. The direct descendant of William Corvinus and Marcus Corvinus, children to Alexander Corvinus. In order protect the prevailing Alpha Lycan to the Corvinus pack along with other Alphas across the country, the Soon-To-Be Alphas of every pack are sent to The Alpha Academy. Here they will continue schooling along with being trained and protected. With Naiya being a Lycan there are bound to be mishaps. What Naiyla's dad fails to realize is that she will be going to a school full of male wolves. Do you see the problem here? Join Naiyla in her "quest" to the Alpha Academy where her spitfire Lycan, Shira, will be sure to keep you on your toes.

{Will be taken down for editing on Sept 5th} It's easy to love when you have a normal thumping heart, but it's harder to love when you have a Stone Heart. _______********______ Highest Ranking: #23 in Werewolf. #28 in Teen Fiction (Wrote this at fourteen, didn't edit... don't judge me, it was before it all was cliché lmaoo. If you're looking for a better written book, please check out - A Taste of You - under my profile. Thank you! xx)

{Partially available, SOON TO BE PUBLISHED!} Wren isn't the easiest person. Having been given a life of lemons she's decided to squeeze them in people's eyes. She's fought her way through life and survived on the scraps the world left behind. When she climbs onto a bus after another bad turn of events she turns up in Widows Creek, a place full in things that simply shouldn't exist. Like werewolves with ice blue eyes that seem overly attached to her. Yeah, things like that.

Finally the first whistle blew and the play began. I allowed myself to look at the field and there he was. The ball was passed through someone's legs and Lucas caught it effortlessly. He scanned the field looking for a player to pass it to. He finally threw the ball and it went 60 yards. He's an amazing quarterback, My wolf and I sighed simultaneously. Wait. Quarterback... Lucas is South Shores quarterback. That means he's... Oh my god. He's Dawson. Lucas Dawson. Blake's enemy. The son of my fathers arch nemesis. The grandson of the man who killed my grandfather. The future Alpha of the White Creek pack. My mate. Shit.

Mate. One little word. One big concept. A belief that someone, somewhere, is holding the key to your heart. They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer, but who's to say they're not the same. Killers, notes, blood, and mystery. Love, lies, and bad history. Hunter Rivered is the most powerful werewolf in charge of the strongest pack. Hunter never thought much of having a mate, he'd much rather be destroying other packs, killing other wolves, and training. Rosalyn Edwards on the other hand has always imagined her life with a mate. She was just a regular wolf in the Silver Heart Pack, who is as sweet as the name of her pack. All she wanted was to finish high school then travel the world- I know, very un-wolfish. What happens when the horrid Hunter Rivered decided to make a claim on Rose's Pack territory? Rose was never good at fighting. She could barely squash a spider, so how far would she go to protect her family? Or herself. Hunter is possessive, protective, and strict. Rose is kind, stubborn, and good-hearted. You know what they say, opposites attract, and mates are forever. Read to find what happens when these two opposites find themselves connected in more than one way. --------------------------------- Cover by @lisannemeijs Copyright © 2014- xX_jada_Xx . All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, modified, adapted, or distributed in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

Book One Of: Pure Little Pup 'уσυ αяє мιиє ℓιттℓє σиє, тιℓℓ ∂єαтн ∂υє υѕ αραят' Shy, Innocent, Broken These and many more words describe 16 year old Darcia Howard. She is a small poor wolf who is constantly tormented for her current living conditions and her personality. Protective, Scary, Dangerous These and many more describe 20 Year old Isaac Grey. Isaac is the alpha of the most dangerous and feared packs in current day and age. What will happen when these two meet? Love, Drama, Romance, Twists, Mystery and Many more will be included in this book. ©Copyright2014 Author: Natasha Morris Dream_Girls_X

"I said, where have you been Cora" he asked taking a step closer. I unconsciously lifted one foot onto the step behind me as I gulped. My blood was rushing through my body at such a stupid rate all my organs had probably collected in my shoes. "I...I....I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk" I managed to spit out, my voice wobbled a little as I saw his hands clench into a fist. For the first time I was actually shit scared of the man standing in front of me. He had never hurt me before but something told me he would tonight. Suddenly he sprang forward leaping up three steps. I was so shocked I just stood there frozen, and then my adrenaline kicked in. Turning I jumped the last couple of stairs and beat it down the hall way. I could hear him thundering behind me "Cora" he growled. I yelped at that begging my aching feet to go faster.