Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

For over a century, humans have been forced into hiding from the galaxy. Arielle and her family were hidden for years until one day they were captured and taken, she was never supposed to survive let alone be found by the High Warlord Kairon. Kairon has conquered worlds, followed the Council's orders without question, and buried whatever humanity he had left a long time ago. That was until he came across a human for the first time captured and scared in a cell. And it changed everything he thought he knew about humans. What starts as survival slowly turns into obsession, and then into something far more dangerous. Because Arielle isn't just human, and the bond forming between them is forbidden, powerful, and capable of tearing empires apart. As secrets come to light and history starts repeating itself, they're forced to decide how much they're willing to burn to stay alive and stay together. A dark, slow-burn alien romance about power, fate, and a love that was never supposed to exist. Mature themes, explicit scenes, and violence throughout. ••••• 🥇 Ranked in Scifi Romance 🥈 Ranked in Fantasy Romance 🥉 Alien Romance

Fay is a secretary in a scientific research facility. To everyone around her, she's forgettable. But behind her silence is a perception sharper than the systems she serves... and far more dangerous than anyone realizes. Sirius is an alien kept behind reinforced glass, studied like an anomaly and treated like a threat. He doesn't speak. He doesn't cooperate. Not until her. And he will tear through every sealed door, every armed guard, every rule of human science just to make sure she stays his.

Six months. That's all the time I have before my head rolls onto the executioner's block. Dying choking on spicy instant noodles was a pathetic way to go, but waking up as Ilse de Varannes? That's a death sentence. In the original novel, Ilse isn't the heroine. She isn't even the villainess. She's the brainless, loyal sidekick the girl destined to be butchered just for being the "troublemaker" (instigator) of her best friend's shitty schemes. I used to be a Public Relation staff. My entire life was damage control, narrative-spinning, and cleaning up messes. So, I have a plan: tame my impulsive best friend, dodge the Crown Prince like the plague, and ghost the imperial palace before the military cleans house. Simple, right? Wrong. My strategy didn't account for the Duke d'Alençon. The Grand Commander of the military. Brother of Prince, The cold-blooded monster who's literally supposed to sign my death warrant in the final chapter. He's not ignoring me like he's "supposed" to. He's cornering me in dark hallways. He's gripping my wrists tight enough to bruise. He's looking at me with those damn icy eyes like he knows exactly what I'm up to and he finds it fascinating. "You're in too deep, Ilse. And I don't have the habit of letting go of what I've already claimed."

Joleen hopes to forget everything on the fringes of space. Even if she decided to turn back home, everyone who knows her back on Earth will be dead, and that's probably for the best. There are only three others on the all-but abandoned space station, but they don't ask too many questions, so Jo settles down for a long, quiet life drifting in the stars. Until an unadvised manned mission brings back an alien in the form of an obsessive, instinct-driven demon. None of them are trained for this. Note from the Author: For those who don't know, I am not a sensitive noob when it comes to criticism. How to handle criticism and, more importantly, how to use it is something they teach you in college as well as something you figure out when you're studying writing. So, if you lot have anything to point out, such as plot holes or 'this loser's character makes no sense, destroy him,' please let me know. I appreciate your feedback. For reals. Or is it fo shizzle?

[Spin Off: Lone Fighter] "Wir sind die, die man die Überlebenden nennt und doch müssen wir ums Leben kämpfen." Nick ist einer von vielen missverstandenen Jugendlichen, die in seinem Viertel von oberflächlichen Mitbürgern verachtet werden. July ist eine von vielen oberflächlichen Mitbürgern, die Menschen wie Nick verachten.

"You are mine," He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Danny, you are mine and only mine, you understand?" Daniella Saunders had a pretty rough life. After being heartbroken and betrayed by both her father and her boyfriend, Danny moves to a small town to find the comfort of her mother. Everything is not what it seems and soon, Danny finds herself in the middle of a world she didn't even knew existed outside of fiction novels and movies. Not only does the town seem bizarre, but her senses heighten, her temper is out of control, and her hunger amplify. Throw in an arrogant, selfish, sexy, possessive player who didn't even want her in the first place, her life just seamlessly attract madness. Especially with those creepy threats coming from a "Silver Bullet", she can't keep still.

Schüchtern, ängstlich betrachtete Seraphine täglich die Clique des Alphas. Schon seit seinem 18. Geburtstages hatte er es auf sie abgesehen. Sie wurde gehänselt, verarscht und bemitleided. Freunde? Was waren den Freunde wenn alle den großen, mächtigen Alpha fürchteten. Sie hasste ihn. Mit Haut und Seele. Und sie schworr sich, niemanden an sich zu lassen. Nicht wenn Damon, ihr Alpha war. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Hinweis: Die Story ist für Altersgruppe 18+ geeignet. Lesen auf eigene Gefahr. Coverrechte an @SenoritaPrincesa sowie Korrekturpartnerin. Weitere Korrekturen von @AndreaSchneider186 Aesthetics von @Lavendelkuss

Saphira ist sechzehn Jahre alt und die jüngste von sieben Geschwistern. Sie ist das einzige Mädchen im Haus seit ihre Mutter bei einem Verkehrsunfall ums Leben kam. Sie ist klug und zurückhaltend. Sie lässt nur ihre Familie an sich ran. Sie ist eine Außenseiterin. Rider, siebzehn Jahre, ist das genaue Gegenteil. Er ist Einzelkind. Er ist laut. Keine Party und keine illegalen Streetfights finden ohne ihn statt. Jeden Tag schleppt er ein neues Mädchen ab und genießt sein Leben in vollen Zügen. ihm ist egal was andere Menschen von ihm halten, er ist der Badboy der Schule. Beide wohnen in der gleichen Stadt, gehen auf die gleiche Schule und so lässt sich nicht vermeiden, dass ihre Wege sich Kreuzen.