A man once cursed to be the only of his kind, banished to live the rest of his days alone and swallowed by his own depression. He was left to wander the forest, praying on the weak and festering in his hate of humanity. Until Audrey. Audrey has her own past that refuses to leave, she calls it a curse. In her attempt to escape, she moves to the small town of Creston, Canada and delves into small-town life hoping that nothing of her past will make it to the ears of the residents that live there. Soon, despite the warnings, she befriends a misunderstood man and tries to pull them both from their cursed existences and horror filled pasts. © Bella Farren [ two-thousand-and-fourteen ]

****** Deep in the woods, where even the strongest of men feared to enter, lies a pack built upon the omission of a history that started it all. There she lived, naive and hopeful. Her saccharrine smile and gray eyes, a beacon of hatred as she was shunned by her own people. Lyra, a she-wolf of beauty and innocence had been through a lot. With only the words of her adoptive father and two older wolves whom she treated as her own brothers, she emerged with a smile. But as the moon shined with power and revealed who she was bound with, her heart is crushed into a pieces as she soon discovered what a broken heart feels like. Try as she might, even if she had left her old life behind, a wolf had stumbled upon her, taking her back from where it all started. And the omitted truth start unravel. Unveiling the truth she was not expecting. ******* Hey! Before you go on and read this, I published the rewrite and I would really much appreciate it if you checked it out! But if you still wanna read it, go on ahead but mind you the errors in this book is heck. You can find it as "Wavering Storm" and thank you so much for checking my story out. Love you! Written by (@SamuelStormbringer) in Wattpad.com Copyright © 2017 by Jino Espera Burgos No parts of this book shall be reproduced, copied, or recorded without the owner's consent. This book is the product of the author's fictitious mind. Names, places, and events that may resemble to a real one is pure coincidence.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

2016 Watty Award Winner for Most VORACIOUS Read Sample only. This book is PUBLISHED! How do you tell yourself not to breathe? He is my mate, and she is his everything. But he chose her, against every single instinct that we both know. For that, I have been whipped, shunned, shamed, disgraced, and broken. All for one moment of madness, I could not control. After two years, I left, unable to bear the pain and loneliness anymore. That was then. This is now. I am back, and I am not the juvenile I was. I am now a fully grown female. I feel his eyes on me, but I can't. I won't. I shouldn't. Time has healed my wounds, but not the deep scars the whip seared into my flesh or his indifference to my heart. Each breath is a pain, and his scent overwhelms me. But I can smell her in it. He still will not give her up, despite his own body crawling with a deep, physical desire that only a mate can satisfy. I breathe: I exist, barely. I am a midwife. I bring life into a cruel world that haunts me every day, and the Doctor I work with is the only one in this pack who holds faith in me. He is the one person who stands up for me - and I feel light again when I am with him. What kind of life is this when two mates cannot be together, yet every part of their primal soul yearns for it infinitely? What kind of cruel moon would torture a she-wolf like this? I can't go on, but I must. Whatever happens, I must attend to my purpose and give my miserable life some meaning; perhaps I can snatch some joy in pieces, but now I see that he needs me - but he also wants her too. How do you tell yourself not to breathe?

Highest Ranking: #5 in Werewolf IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: THIS BOOK CAN BE FOUND ON PATREON (Note that the book cover is different on Dreame. Also this is the first book I've written, I'm still in the process of rewriting and editing. If you're looking for more advanced writing please check out my other books like His Elysian or Asteria. Excerpt: I dream about having you under me trembling and shaking to my touch. I picture your bare body and what it feels like to be inside you, claiming you as mine. I want to leave love bites all over your skin so every soul knows who you belong to. There isn't an ounce of me that is not aching for you Ophelia." He says as his once molten mahogany eyes flicker to orbs as black as night. (THIS STORY CONTAINS LOTS OF SEXUAL CONTENT AND MATURE LANGUAGE)

*Mature Content* (First installment of the Trial Series) *English Version* Juliette Kerson does not want to fall for the Alpha Kings scheme of luring in Wolves, forcing them to compete for a place in his pack by attending the Thirty Day Trial. She wants freedom, not discipline. But this year, she is nominated to compete, and she is no loser. Free spirited, Juliette catches the young Alpha's eye. But she also is the product of an unspeakable species called Skinwalkers. She's different, but keeping that from an interested Alpha proves harder then it seems, especially with Ace, the deadly Skinwalker with a secret lurking around. ~ ♡ I'm an author who wishes to start a petition against cliches, so prepare for the opposite, in this totally different, and unique take on a Werewolf legend ♡ *Completed*

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

His soul was dark as night, but without darkness, no stars could shine, and without a doubt, his stars are my favorite sight to see. ********* Evelyn Anderson was a young woman with the average life. She was shy, and kind. She was sweet and innocent. Clayton Shepherd was the Alpha of the Blue Pine pack. He was aggressive, cruel, and possessive. He was a ruthless killer and a sadist. Highest rank: #5 Werewolf Cover made by: kjkarenbriseno *Major editing*

[COMPLETE] "There's no love in coercion." --- Crystal was an omega born of beta blood. A werewolf without a wolf. A burden on the pack and unworthy of love. Tiberius was a rogue on a rampage. A lycan trapped in his beast form. A curse bound to destroy him. Soulmates. But the curse rendered Tiberius incapable of speaking and Crystal unable to feel the effects of the matebond. With time running out, they must turn to each other, overcome their inner demons, and free themselves of the curse before the next lunar eclipse. But who could love a beast when his own mate did not love herself? --- "God, I love this man. I love this story! No overbearing, aggressive alphas manipulating their mates. This is just pure love and trying to understand and respect [each other] and it's beautiful." -- ajae_jackson "Hands down the best book I've read this year. You can always expect quality work from this author." -- footballrules3564 --- This is the only accompanying novel to the "Heart of Stone" series by Jo Lee Hunt (Joflower) that can be read on its own and takes place after the last book. You do not have to read "Heart of Stone" to understand this story, though it is recommended to read "Heart of Stone" first if you plan to read it at any time in the future. HEART OF STONE SERIES: - Heart of Stone (Parts I & II) - Heart of Stone (Part III) - Heart of a Beast - Heart of a Knight (Coming 2020) *WINNER in the werewolf genre of the 2018 Flower's Awards*