I'm Erika wulf and I am 3 years old with brown hair and brown eyes I'm also a kitten shifter. But mommy and daddy died when I was 1years old, and when I turned 2 I shifted into a little fluffy white kitten .I also talk to animals , and ever since my parents died I've lived in an orphanage

Highest Rank #3 -Rouge (7-24-18) Katrin was a sweet young girl, She was a rare Fox-shifter, her parents and her are the only ones. Then she watched her parents die in a Rouge attack, they died saving her. She was the Alpha's daughter but now she was and Omega, close to her death bed. She runs away from home in search of somewhere safe. Until she meets Alpha Jason. Alpha Jason is one of the most feared pack in history. When one of his pack members finds a rouge, but not just any Rouge, a female Rouge. Who turns out to be his mate. We he get her to open up about her past or will she stay deep into her thoughts till her death.

Cira Olivia Thomas is the daughter of Kaiya and Darren Thomas, Alpha and Luna of The White Crescent Pack. She is the runt of the pack, like her mother was. But the difference is her family accepts her. The other kids in the pack? Not so much. So what will happen when she finds her mate? Will he accept her? Or will she meet the same fate as her mom? ---------------------------------------------------------- This Is The Second Book In The Broken Reject Series *I suggest reading the first book or you may not understand some of the references that are made*

Every so often a white and black wolf are born. They come from different families and are superior to other werewolves. At least that's what my mother told me. She told me this story when I was just a pup. She wanted me to remember the dangers the white wolf faces because I was born a white wolf. She also told me, if the white wolf and black wolf happen to have an offspring it would be even more influential and power than them. But I thought that was all just a bed time story... then I met him.

Hey this is my first story...but I'm not good at writing so read at your own risk. Sorry. But this is about a girl werewolf and her life.

Emily Williams. She is a girl with a lot of strength and power. A girl who can take a whole pack down by her own.A girl who doesn't even know her real name. A girl who is feared by every supernatural being out there. She can kill you in the snaps of her fingers. Yes, she's none other than 'THE ASSASSIN'. No one knows what really assassin looks like and where does she stays. What will happen when assassin is abused by her pack and mate and will she find her family?

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?