When the gods go to war, it's their people who suffer. The moon was the most benevolent of them until they took everything from her. Vengeance turned her into the instrument of destruction, now those who destroyed her have to give her back what they took. But some things can never be replaced, maybe even for the gods. Tania is seventeen, pregnant and a rogue wolf. Her only companion a fifteen year old who couldn't shift back. They had little chance of surviving but some things are worth freedom. Passing through pack territory they are surrounded by wolves who have reason to distrust rogues, even ones as pathetic as they are. Rogues are to be killed at sight but what defines a rogue? Two runaway teenagers? Their lives hang in the balance of an instant that would change everything in the wolf shifters' world. "If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you're very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to Wattpad @jtoughkat. Thank you." Second place in the winners awards werewolf genre. 30/07/2018 586 in werewolf 25/06/2021 28 in paranormal

1st place - Imagination Awards Most original story - Story Awards (Trigger warning) Death [deth] Noun 1. The act of dying; The end of life; The total and permanent cessation of all vital functions of an organism. Look it up. Death by any definition could be applied to Ember Wes on December 15th 2006. Her heart couldn't beat. Her brain couldn't think. Her lungs couldn't take in oxygen. Her body couldn't move. Dead. Despite all of this, on May 21st 2017, Ember's feet walked through Earths rich soil. Her hair flew in the wind. And the sweet air filled her lungs. Scientists had been secretly researching how to bring the dead to life. To most, it was a miracle. But to some, it was wrong. They believe dead should stay in Irkalla. And they are willing to do anything to make it so. --------------------------------------------------------- Keep in mind while reading this, I am aware there are grammatical errors, I am planning on editing it, I just want to get the book out before I can chicken out. Once I finish uploading all the chapters I will edit it. Cover by @Radiant_Blossoms Ranks: #810 in Fantasy #814 in Fantasy Started: 8/1/17 Finished: 12/12/17

For years, the faceless terror known as the Hand of Fate has been secretly manipulating the port city of Reyza for her shadowy ends. Those she favors rise in status while those who betray her are never heard from again. When the opportunity to eliminate a powerful dynasty presents itself, the Hand of Fate conspires with a sadistic diplomat who shares the king's bed. Together, they hatch a plan to assassinate their rivals. The plan is flawless-every variable calculated-except for one. On the night the Hand of Fate's hired assassin makes his move, a notorious thief is also making his. Jarle Jadien has had it with the gray-haired harpy whom he serves and succumbs to the greatest temptation of all: The Ensther estate is home to the king's betrothed and a fortune in jewels. When the risky heist takes a disastrous turn, Jarle finds himself in possession of a treasure he has no intention of keeping. Avaren Ensther is beauty and intrigue in one, and a keeper of secrets that reach far beyond Jarle's world of whiskey and disrepute. Reyza's infamous thief has had his heart stolen from under his nose, but time will tell if his sirenic temptress proves worthy. Within the city walls, a retired war-hero investigates the conspiracy and attempts to uphold justice, but his efforts may not suffice to prevent an all-out war. Too many vengeful plots have festered; too much blood spilled. As the moons reach a cataclysmic alignment, unleashing the terrible force of the tides, neither hero, criminal, nor all-powerful monarch; can escape the tendrils of fate.

"If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to Wattpad @jtoughkat. Thank you." 'In war they were born, in war they would perish' a quote of the Eodasen How to save a medieval magical world? Take four techno savvy 23rd century Earth girls, put them on said world. Tell them to save you. They were orphans, banded together as sisters they were all the family they needed. Fate saw fit to separate them in a new world, a world full of new dangers. Prepared for any eventuality except what they faced they each have to find a new way to be. Powerful enemies holding untold power and expectations from people claiming to be friends. The only thing they can trust in is their bond, yet even that seems separated by time and space.

In a world where people die of old age after a long life, Ferik son of Felner has the misfortune of being the only Mushtran whose mother died birthing him. Although a prince of the great house of Zanoa he is seen as cursed for that fact. Exiled from his homeland he is confronted with the horror their world has become because of his family's neglect. First amoung the royals of the worlds its the duty of his family to see that the conscious world Ariantha remains pure and they have failed. Evil has entered Ariantha which would start the death of all other planets. Its up to Ferik to right it all before its too late. Saving an enchanted princess and her people, battling the evil Zidjma, relearning a form of magic he had considered just a hobby, dealing with royals dertermined to give him an entourage. At nineteen Ferik is still considered a child of his people and his duty something he cannot fully fulfill because of that. His only help, two fifteen year old brothers who for all their power are rather irresponsible and exiled to diffrent kingdoms from him. # 971 in paranormal on 29/09/17 # 575 in paranormal on 06/10/17 # 606 in paranormal on 14/11/17 #563 in paranormal on 25/12/17

The War has long since been over; the Vampires are gone, and the Lycans following close behind. Or so we thought. In the small town of Llyne, it would seem everyone has forgotten about the War and what it created. And they have, at least on the surface. The night, however, holds dangers more frightening than the dark. Townspeople are disappearing left and right, only to be found the next morning as little more than a pile of bloody bones, and it is only when a wandering Handler drifts through town that the source is found... a Lycan. Orsolya Bíró has been hunting what is left of the Lycans for as long as she can remember, and she has not come away unscathed. Still, she has managed to hold onto an ideology different than most of her peers; the Lycans deserve not death, but a chance to live, just as any creature. But when this idea comes back to bite her-literally-she is forced to make a choice: Can she take responsibility for a creature that most would kill on sight, or can she go against the beliefs she has managed to cling to for more than a decade? (FIRST DRAFT) started - 8.16.17

❝ some people are just beautifully wrapped boxes of shit. ❞ _____________________ ya know how some of these weird teenagers actually like people their own age? bazar, right? yeah... that's not me. i have a thing for crushing on teachers and i don't know why, bruh. ➴ join me in all of my teacher goals, all of my crushes (on teachers) and all of my over-the-top moments... with teachers. [and other stuff too, but mostly teachers]. it's funny, trust me - no it's not - yes it is. ____________________ don't knock it until you try it, you might be surprised at how entertaining it is. 🤷🏽‍♂️ dIsClAiMeR: this book obviously isn't for EVERYONE, because you already know there's going to be that person who's like, "this book is sh*t! you lied!" like don't set yourself on fire, calm tf down. just read the book. if you like it, cool. if you don't, idgaf. _______________ ❝i can only please one person per day. today is not your day. tomorrow doesn't look good either. ❞ 👋🏾

They were both in a state of complete disorientation but neither dared to look away. They were entranced, locked in each other's gaze so that nothing else in the world could possibly distract them at that moment. He then captured her soft lips with his. Kissing her like this was the oxygen he needed to breathe. God! She tasted sweet! Honey and plums... •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• All her life Blue always ever wished for a normal life. Having the best parents, the perfect boyfriend and wonderful best friends she could trust but it could never be... One after the other her dream striped away by an unknown someone. She loses everything but with a strand of hope leaves all the pain and anger but the fear never really leaves. She fall in love with her perfect man but even that is also reaped away leaving her broken soul shattered. Years pass by but the pain, anger still lingers in her until a blast from the past bring all hope and joy again... The love lost now found. Would she be able to find happiness? Will the stalker be found or will he still continue to taunt and control her life? Who is the stalker? {WARNING: The pictures used in my book cover are not mine. They do not belong to me. All rights belong to its owner}

Highest Rank #42 in horror 2/10/17 "They made me into who I am, now I'm going to show them their creation. I'll kill them and I will love every second of it" You destroyed him. You defiled him. You degraded him. He's coming to school, he's coming to slay, he's going to let the monsters out to play. He will torture them to death, he'll rip them to shreds, he'll become their final breath. Yet no one asks, if he wanted to be like this, if wants to be rid of his haunting past. Will he make friends? Will he feel love? Or will everyone meet their end?