Analise is the last of her kind the cat shifters. She has spent her whole life in a slave camp being trained to be the perfect slave and guard. When she gets freed by law enforcers that are wolf shifters. She discovers she is now alone in the world. Where will she go with no friends or family? With no place to call her own? Will the wolf shifters take her in or will they cast her out? Will she find a mate? If so does he accept or reject her? Read to find out.

"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.

10 year old nova witnessed her parents deaths right in front of her eyes. She was left to die in the streets of London only to later on work for a awful man who had no consideration for her. She was the daughter of a farmer family, poorest of the poor, she could hardly remember her family by the age of 13, the only thing she could remember was the assassin who murdered her family. One day a strange man wearing the same clothes came to her asking for her to come with him. Will she hunt down the assassin who murdered her family? or hunt all the assassins for as long as she lives?

My name is Crystal storm a normal person, or until the practical excellarator exploded. I was in Central City. My job was a zoo keeper at Central City Zoo. I was feeding the Cheetahs when the practical excellarator exploded. I went flying into the Cheetahs pin, and that was the last thing I remember. This very nice man picked me up and told me every thing would be ok. Since then nothing has been the same for me. That man was Rash-Al-Gull. The leader of a elect assassin group .Now I'm in his elect assassin group called, the League Of Assassin's. Life is not easy in this place. You'd think it would be easy living in a castle. That's right I live in a castle or the part some call the guards chambers. I also am part cheetah.

a kriptonian clone that is made from N.O.W.H.E.R.E. is likely to be called a living weapon destroying any evil thing in it's path,then he is saved by a meta human group,not exactly every one was meta.but everyone was special.please read and comment and vote.

I stared at my captors. "Robin, do you consent to the task you have been set?" The person sitting in the middle asked, peering down at me with his piercing green eyes. My words caught in my throat. All I had to say was one simple word. One word that would show them I was not a brainless girl from some hick-town that would easily fall for their crap. My parents were born spies as was I. "Yes. I do." My heart beat sped up as I said those words. Am I really capable of killing someone?