"Chaos is coming, my child. You must change it and so you must be ready. You need to be prepared..." A dream changed everything for Skye Anderson. A fiercely independent girl who sees the memories flooding her mind reminding her that she is missing her other half as an ongoing nightmare. He was the man she had loved for centuries. The one she kept falling in love with over and over again. He is here. But so is the threat. A threat so disturbing and malevolent she cannot lose her focus. The Goddess came to her telling her to stop it. It is on her shoulders. Her responsibility. So how can the self-reliant girl ever confide in anyone else when the burden is hers to carry?

Amelia emerges from the fragments of her shattered reality, propelled from the comforts of her life into bloodshed and mystery that awaits to sink its teeth into her; draining her dry. The quiet wolf attached to her quickly becomes not only a lover but also her saving grace. *** Lycanthropes revealed their existence in the hopes for a tranquil life among humans in the early stages of the earth's life. Most humans have claimed to have witnessed the transformation of said creature, the being shifting when the moon rose full and large, then appearing human once daylight broke over the horizon. Blindly, humans act on irrational fear, the revolution bringing forth the inner veils of all creatures alike. They drowned in their terror of what these monsters were capable of- unbeknownst to them the power they possessed from the moon. Blood began to taint the grim hands of humans, their slaughter an attempt to reclaim their order. At that moment, the seed of a century-year war was then planted. It grew taller with each drop of hatred, enticing its growth. The fight between beast and man waged on for years, with death, loss, and bloodshed coating the timeline of history. Eventually, it all became unbearable as all forms of leaders banded together to end the forsaken crisis; but not without a price. Centuries passed with the agreement complied and followed by all who knew of its creation, as time elapsed, the knowledge of its existence was slowly forgotten by humans: never to be spoken of- until it was broken. _______ copyright © 2017-2018 by J.L Weaver all rights reserved ®

❝Human by Day and Wolf by Night.❞ But what would you do if you saw one in broad daylight? - * - Abigail wasn't prepared to hear that she and her parents were moving, she viewed it as a cover-up to move away from everything they've ever known and from the problems that have caused her family pain. But in the end, it was so much more. This new town was different; secluded around acres of trees and miles away from the next living city of civilization. Her Dad's company strikes a business deal, resulting in their leave. . or so she originally thought. Once there, the town's people began to act peculiar; sniffing the air whenever she strolled past and gaping at her as if they hadn't seen another human being in their life, or maybe that was just the case. Abigail isn't the one to be curious about most things, especially when things begin to accumulate bizarre events They all had one common emotion continuously gleaming in their eyes when they veered her way, and she began to question the town itself from that point forward. The growls, the changing of eye color, the animalistic ways- this town carries mysteries that set her ablaze with curiosity. She's set on finding that out after a frightening encounter in the woods. As they say 'Curiosity killed the cat' so what happens when she realizes that figuring out these secrets is putting her in danger, more than she could have ever imagined? ___________ C O V E R- @ska.w.barnes T R A I L E R- @auratics ___________ Highest Rank : #5 in Werewolf ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ® Copyright © 2016-2017 by XxRiah916Xx

Lucille's life turns upside down when her mother suddenly decides to get married. And to make matters worse, the small girl might be attracted to her new step-brother.

Greece. 7th century B.C. She's bathed in silk and gold. Her beauty beyond compare. Her combat skills even better then Artemisia herself. A god is what she's called, and a god she is. Ruthless. Deadly. And Powerful. She's the moon goddess's greatest creation, a Lycan stronger than any, faster than all and feared by every monster you could ever know. Only, He didn't run. He doesn't cower in fear. She Didn't scare him, and for whatever reason she didn't want to. In a world of Lycans and werewolves, animal instinct drive her, and her monster will force him to her will. She's the Lycan Queen And The Queen Always Gets What She Wants. That is, unless he fights back and bends her to his will. ~♡~♡~♡~ !!Sneak Peek!! "Ambrosia holds him, his body half submerged in the water and her eyes connecting with the healing torn flesh of his shoulder. She keeps him down as she lowers herself to his wound, her tongue grazing over his dripping blood and gaping skin. Nicandros fights against the heat of her tongue and the feel of her body pressed against him. His canines are shown as he growls and tries to bite onto whatever he can, but her position withholds him from any attack. He felt her tongue trace the bite marks, her lips grazing over the open flesh, slowly tracing down to his chest and licking the few Wounds that had yet to heal." ~°~°~°~°~ *Please be warned that this book contains strong sexual content* This story is NOT completed yet. Updated every 2 weeks. <3 ~°~°~°~°~ #1 in Likeagirl 8/2/19 #2 in wattywolves 8/7/19 #53 in warrior 8/8/19 #36 in Ruthless 8/7/19 #21 in deadly 8/8/19

Ella Mae Emerson, the girl who stays hidden at all costs, the girl who likes to be alone with eyes glued to the floor, words coming out as stutters, and nervousness her own personal shadow. She's just a girl who's trying to make it through the day with anxiety clinging to her back. Declan Olin Anderson, the new kid who transferred with drooling features and a charming attitude. Football is his sport, you could say he's quite the stellar athlete who's got game both on and off the field. If you push he'll pull, he doesn't quit because no good athlete does. She wasn't like him and he wasn't like her. They each got their own problems but finding each other wasn't one of them. * "You're beautiful Ellie, that's why they're staring." He whispers into my ear. My cheeks go hot as my eyes meet his. I don't know why, but when Declan calls me beautiful I get this feeling that I can't describe. He makes me feel so special. At this moment it's just me and him, he smirks and adds, "You're my girl, not theirs, they are jealous and they should be." Completed - 12/28/19

❝ Don't you get it? ❞ His tone is dangerously low, almost threatening. A warning. "You have no right to get near me. I'm not good, I'm not nice, I'm not safe. ❞ ❝ I don't believe that, ❞ I answered. ❝ Not for a second. ❞ ❝ Well, you should. It's easier that way. ❞ *Under major editing (beware) *Mature topics such as: alcoholism, abuse, suicide

[This story is in English. Don't get scared off with Italian words] "Sono stato fregato dal diavolo troppe volte per credere negli angeli." His husky voice nearly made me tumble down due to how weak I was feeling. My legs were wobbly and at any given moment I felt as though I would collapse. The fact that my heart was beating furiously against my chest didn't help either. "W-what?" I questioned as he neared me, causing a chain reaction of me backing up in order to not be facing him. He was all too much for me to handle and never have I ever been so attracted to someone like him. "Tigrotta...I've been fucked over by the devil too many times to believe in angels." ***** Notorious was exactly what he was. He was so bad and he knew how to do it so well; so graceful and charming. His long strides, his alluring persona, and nearly everything about him had me attracted instantly. Usually I don't go looking for trouble, instead trouble seems to have its way in finding me. I suppose I'm just a good girl with bad habits; and as they say: Bad boys always do it better.

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

Ten years ago Anya Royce leapt from a bridge after relentless bullying. She died that day, with not even her werewolf healing able to save her, only to become a reaper. Changing her name and everything about herself, Grim now spends her days collecting souls and . . . waiting to collect souls. She has a mundane and emotionless life, filled only with the dead, and she's rather content. That is until, her undead life is interrupted when death is literally stopped. Grim is thrown from her realm and back into the human's to reinstate death. The only problem? She's sent back down to her pack, with the mate who rejected her and the bullies that pushed her off that bridge. Not only does she have to deal with a necromancer who has a dangerous amount of power and a guilty mate begging for forgiveness, she also has a sly and very smart hidden enemy, who won't stop until she has Grim and everyone else under her manicured thumb. Rest In Peace- Ha, she wishes!