No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox

This story isn't about a dragonborn or the civil war. It's about me, I'm elana. The real one fighting the Thalmor. That's right, everything they told you is a lie. I am here to set this lie straight. I can tell you all about how I fight to bring down the Aldmeri dominion. You just have to promise to keep it a secret, the Thalmor are known for their spy work. Don't worry if they capture and torture you for information, we'll rescue you.

Two sisters rule one pack. One pack amongst them all. As they struggle to survive. They grow and become one strong pack.

Foxclaw wants nothing more than to live her life and even start a family. But when a dark shadow is cast upon her clan she will have to make a choice. And it may be her death.

When Tigerstar left Thunderclan and became a rouge he met a cat who he forced to be his slave. But he had other interests in mind and hopes he can tell the cat he loves her before it's to late.

Foxclaw is a normal girl going to ever Green acedemy, a place where teens can achieve their goals, but ever Green Academy is no normal place, with overly jealous ex girlfriends, and evil headmasters, foxclaw and her friends, blue jay, and oakleaf will have to stuck together to survive...

Kito has been a rouge for most of her life after she lost her house people. She has been roaming around for years. But when she finds a large group of cats, what will happen?

I'm too lazy to write an actual description. It's in the title.

Darkfrost is a warrior of CaveClan, and is the son of the greatest warrior in all of clan history. He has some big paws to fill. When a border skirmish takes a dangerous turn, and Darkfrost's brother is murdered viciously, his life takes a turn as well, down a cliff. No one believed his story and believes that he killed the apprentice. They treat him as a vicious killer, punishing him with whatever they can throw at him. He struggles to get his clanmates trust back enough so that he can avenge his brothers death, and prove that he isn't a killer.

"I never said 'I do'..." "I know." "So what gives you the right to treat me like your sultry wife?" "I wouldn't use the term 'sultry wife'." "I do hope you remember your place. I am your queen after all." "Hmm. Yes. Then I will merely have to make you my Sultry Queen." Sultry -adjective, sul·tri·er, sul·tri·est. characterized by or arousing passion: sultry eyes.