#93 in Werewolf 4/26/2017 #1 in Werewolf 1/9/2020 Cassie has spent her whole life fighting. Fighting for attention from her emotionally absent father in the aftermath of her mother's death. Fighting to stay sane in an abusive relationship with her husband Jason, and fighting to keep all these things from affecting her sarcastic, no bullshit attitude, but her life was starting to wear her down, and she had to get away. Now after she fought her way free from her old life, and moved to a quiet small town in Montana, she thinks she can finally relax. Maybe her life will finally take a turn for the better. She's made some friends, has a job, and her own little apartment. She even met a sexy cop, who has shown more than a little interest in her. But when she is attacked one night on her way home she enters into a war between creatures that she's only seen on TV or read about in books. Cassie doesn't know how to handle this new life she has been given, or the infuriating man who comes with it. Cassie has been a fighter her whole life, but this is one fight she's not sure she'll survive.

A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."

Gabby's brain is like a human fish finder. It comes in handy when she wants to avoid people. Mostly men. They seem to like her a bit too much. It's lonely being different, but she's adapted to it. Really. She just wishes she knew why she is different, though. In her search for answers, she discovers a hidden community of werewolves. She immerses herself in their culture, learning about their world until she meets Clay. He's unkempt, prone to mood swings, intense without saying a word, and he thinks Gabby is his. It's going to take every trick she knows to convince Clay to go away, and every bit of willpower not to fall for him when she discovers the man beneath the rough exterior. Delve into a riveting world of werewolves and young women with unexplained abilities, in Hope(less). Judgement has begun...

Sample Manuscript- 70% Published : Decemeber 11th 2016 Scarlett has faced the rejection of her mate and come out the other side a little less naive and a lot more bitter. The only problem is her ex-mate doesn't want to let her go even though he's moved on with someone else. The only thing she can do is go on the run. But she crosses over into uncharted territory and lands herself in the hands of one very cold hearted Alpha. If the fates weren't cruel enough they've given Scarlett another chance at a mate with no other than the cold hearted Noah. His own past is tainted with darkness and heartache--leaving Scarlett to question if he even has the ability to love anymore. But whatever comes her way Scarlett is determined to have her second chance. Nothing is going to stand in her way, not the mate who rejected her, the rogues seeking destroy the little happiness she's been able to grasp onto or the man who seems content to push her away every chance he gets. what doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger or at least that's what they say. *Cover made by Malot Aznar

They call them enforcers-They are the ones that come in and clean up when laws have been broken. They are the most feared and strongest of us. They were the ones who couldn't live peacefully in the packs so they decided to make use of them. Soliditary wolves with alpha personalities. I am not like them. I'm worse. I'm a considered a rogue. Something that must be hunted down an exterminated. I'm not a bad person and I've never hurt anyone in my life but my wolf, I can't control her when I shift. We saw something when we were young. My whole pack was slaughter before our eyes and now my wolf is like a wounded animal she lashes out at times unable to tell between friend and foes. A uncontrollable wolf is dangerous in a pack. That is why I chose to live as a rogue, hiding from the werewolf committee and their laws. Luckily I've learned to blend in very well but when I end up in the wrong place at the wrong time my peaceful life quickly comes to an end. Now I'm the prisoner of the enforcers who should have killed me. Why haven't they killed me? Well because by some cruel trick my mate turned out to be their leader. Now I'm stuck with someone who isn't sure if he should kill me or if he should take me to his bed. Don't I get a say in any of this? How could this possibly get any worse... Cover by @PANANABELS

Ronan Morrissey is Alpha of his loup-garou pack and as Alpha the laws of Feral demand he take a mate, but a chance encounter with the beautiful and haunted Kate Channing has awakened in him a carnal hunger warranted forbidden, but he can think of nothing else than the lovely human that appealed to the beast within and his insatiable yearning to have her. Kate Channing isn't looking for love in fact she's fleeing from it. With emotional and physical scars from a love gone terribly bad, she attempts to begin anew. After a near fatal brush with death, Kate finds herself unsuspectingly in the arms of a wickedly attractive stranger whose eyes burn with a feral hunger all there own. Ronan emits a danger that frightens Kate thoroughly to the core and having dealt with brawn to the likes of him before, flees at first chance. Enthralled by the lovely Kate he's plucked from a jagged cliff, Ronan is incapable of ignoring the perils of chasing a human. His attraction for her borders feral and he intends to make her his mate, even if it means defying his pack to have her. But with a past that is relentless and a pack of loup-garou threatening to tear them apart, can their love thrive in the wake of havoc? Cover done by Neeavila.

As far back as Cali can remember she only knew of a handful of truths. One, the world she lived in was divided into two factions: the Gentries and the Dockers. Two, a four mile high wall that housed Betas within, separated the two groups quite efficiently. And three, while one side worked hard to scrap together a meager existence for themselves, the other flourished in the lifestyle like that of a king. Or so she had heard. As a Docker, she would spend most of her life never running into any one of the Gentries. The factions never mingled together, never associated with each other, and no one ever crossed the wall. The Gentries were the dominate class of the species, comprised predominately of Alphas and Betas while the Dockers leaned more towards the submissive side. So when word of an outbreak among the Gentry population spreads, Cali couldn't help feeling a little smug about the whole thing. Why should she care if they were plagued with some disease that would cause them to go mad and thus feral? They didn't care about any of them on this side of the wall, so why should she care about their problems? So when the biggest, bad ass of alpha on that side of the wall needs to find a cure from his recent illness, he'll do what he has always done and get what he wants. Even if that means kidnapping an omega and forcing her into an unbreakable bond in order to stop the progression of the disease within him. Life was already a dog fight before they came for her. Now she'll have to get even stronger in order to survive the brutality, the corruption, and the emotional manipulation the other side of the wall has to offer. Note: This is currently a part of a project to weed out writers block. It was evident that while I have momentarily stumbled on a chapter of my recent story, my list of story ideas continues to grow longer. I will be writing several starting parts for various stories and continue to finish those stories that gain the most popularity.

[Completed] Every Wolf Moon, humans are selected from each village to be sacrificed to the werewolves; creatures worshipped by humans as godlike figures. In a twist of fate, seventeen year old Mila Young is selected to be the annual sacrifice for the Trinity pack, the most powerful pack ruled by King Alpha Roman Stone. Alpha Roman and all werewolves under his rule are cursed. His hatred for the humans and his war on the deity Moon Goddesses has caused his kind to lose the favor of their blessings. However, when Mila reveals herself to have a connection to the werewolves unlike anything a human has ever had before, it becomes apparent that she may be the key to ending the suffering of Roman and his wolves... if only he can overcome the lifelong hatred that clouds his mind and darkens his heart. Excerpt: "You smell like wolf," The King Alpha declared, his voice low and angry. "I killed one," I both explained the smell and threatened at the same time. "And you think you can kill me? You think you can take my pack?" I glanced around at all the lycans still in their wolf forms, bowing obediently towards me. Could I take all of them on? I doubted it. I didn't even think I'd get this far. I didn't even know what was going on. When I turned back to the King Alpha, he was significantly closer. "Stay back!" I cried out in fear. The power flared within me once more, lifting whimpers from around me. The King Alpha hesitated again, his eyes skating over me with confusion. He took a deep breath, sniffing the air around me as he hadn't yet gotten any closer. "You smell like... my mate." {{Warning: Some scenes may be unsuitable for audiences below the age of 15 and offensive to those of all ages. Read at your own risk.}} Rankings: #1 in Lycans #1 in wolf

ON HOLD When the police knock a seventeen-year-old Brielle's door, her world is turned upside-down. What was supposed to be an unforgettable senior year quickly turns into the unknown -- starting with a transatlantic move to the wilds of West Virginia. Kaden was never meant to be an Alpha. After a tragedy that no one in his Pack dares to speak of, it's his responsibility to keep the peace with the neighbouring Lone Wolves. But the reappearance of a human girl threatens to destroy everything he's built and he's only got himself to blame. The sleepy town of Bellepoint is hiding a dark secret, one that is tied to both bloodlines. As the past blurs with the future, history is in grave danger of repeating itself. And if it does they know that this time they may not make it out alive. ☾☽