The Harbinger || Book 1 || Oliver's life turns upside down when he learns that werewolves exist and one of them is his mate, but things get dangerous when he starts to learn more about himself. ***** "It's a gift, and it's a curse." He never knew his father, and he was abandoned by his mother. Without a family to take care of him, Oliver was placed in a group home, unable of being fostered after one peculiar incident with his last foster parents. A happy child with a wild imagination turned into a timid shell of the boy he once was - a mouse who no one even noticed. On his sixteenth birthday, everything changes when he suddenly feels an odd connection with a guy he has never even spoken with. His name is Jaden, and everything about him spells trouble, but Oliver can't stop thinking about him - he is drawn to him. It is the start of his journey. Friends and enemies are made, secrets are unfolding, and the past comes back to haunt him as he learns more about himself, his family, and the fantastic world he has stepped right into. This is the path that was chosen for him. This is his legacy. || Gay || BxB || MxM || LGBT || Romance ||

Moon is the Alpha of the Red Forest Clan. He's been waiting for what seems like an eternity to find his mate, and he's getting frustrated. One day, while doing charity work to try to get rid of his rough reputation, a guy named Crescent catches his eye. . . ***** Yaoi/BoyxBoy, M-Preg

Alex, Liam and Marcus have spend years roaming all around the world, trying and failing to find a place to live. When they finally set their eyes on a small town, they didn't expect to stumble on a society of humans and immortals, coexisting peacefully. Knowing humans, hoping to find themselves a supernatural lover, eye the countless witches, vampires and only known shifters to the world; Lycans and werewolves. The town accepts the three newcomers warmly, though they're regarded with some form of caution. Nobody knows the secret the brothers try to hide by staying to themselves, though all eyes seem to draw to them. Three young men, trying to find their place in the world, will unintentionally place the life of the werewolves and Lycans upside down, when it's revealed that there is more than meets the eye.

Alone. It was a sensation I was very accustomed to. Only I was plucked out of a den and stuck in a cage. I had to survive on my own, live on my own and push to struggles without any support. A series of strange events made me wonder if I truly was alone in the crowd. What if there is someone out there that actually wants me? Needs me? I wouldn't know. All I knew was that my life changed after I found myself face to face with a possible family. It was strange to know that he too was alone whilst standing in the crowd. He alone could reach to me as I could reach to him. He was just one boy. I was just one pup. Together, we were one pack The Sequel of One Omega, following the unknown brother of Zayne.

3518 A.D. Exactly 1500 years ago, Earth had been pushed to its limits and threatened to collaps on itself if we didn't act in time. Mankind didn't know what to do anymore and had declared our home doomed, our days numbered. That was, until the supernatural society decided to step up and take actions in their own hands. Creatures we thought never existed suddenly appeared out of their secret societies to safe Earth, to erase our mistakes and begin anew. They succeeded but parts of the world vanished for centuries due to the climate being completely out of the normal before it settled again and left the world at peace again. But not for mankind; all the other races had grown to dislike us, hate us. A witch hunt ensued and now only few of us are left. I've been running all of my life to remain free and alive, to survive and be as happy as humanly possible. My name is Thorn and I'm part of the last humans on our planet. Sadly, I'm not entirely human...

[Rated #22 in Angel] The one who sat in the throne was Leto himself. His body was huge, you could literally stand in his palm if you wanted to. His eyes were mysterious. His eyes completely black except for two small white dots in each one which were his pupils, it was visible from behind the mask that he always wore. The mask was half white and half black, both sides with pretty patterns such as small pointy triangles and a small curved line of white on the black side. His body was complete black and surrounded in smoke, fire blazing in plates on either side of the throne base in bright orange and red beautiful colours all mixing together perfectly. Rory stopped in front of Leto, bowing respectfully to his lord and master before straightening. Leto's booming loud voice filled the air next, startling Rory a little considering it was still early morning, about 3:13AM. "Greetings, Rory." Leto greeted almost emotionlessly, his voice showing no signs of anything, not even happiness or affection, like he didn't care about anything at all. Rory replied with a simple nod before replying, "Hello my lord, what duties do you have for me today? The regular?" "Actually, I have a mission for you today." Leto started, tapping his fingers together almost anxiously, even though his mask read no expression of excitement. "Something very big, and something very... Very important..." ...What would that be?... --- Black haired, yellow eyed, pale with black wings. Seemed humane ENOUGH. Rory is the only one of his demon species, from what he can remember. His only duties are to collect souls that seem unstable, broken or dark and return them to Leto so that they can be properly at peace. He doesn't ever care about anything else, other than pleasing his Lord with doing his job CORRECTLY. But when one of his missions require him to attend a nearby Highschool, the last thing on his mind is to 'make friends' or 'fit in.' But when Rory meets Hunter, that all changes. Completely.

He looked over at me in the dimness, fingers loose in my grip. "You are hurting me," he said, without interest. He had caked powder on his already pale skin, all of one shade except for points made by a hot pencil. Though it was no longer the mode at court, the new fashion more ostentatious and overdrawn, he still favored it, and as I did. My fingers crept up his wrist. I felt rough punctures, half healed and raw, a scattering of them, and I pulled. Laurent could not resist, weakened by the drawing of his blood. My vocal cords had been severed by the younger one's teeth, and so I could not speak, but I pushed up his sleeve, the luxury of his white linen, and found his arm colored like a polluted river. I touched the bites with my fingertips, ten, fifteen, twenty. "I have felt your judgment already," L whispered, trying to pull his arm back, "I have felt it these now two hundred years. Judgment judgment. Cry not. Is it pity? You are a cold thing, without heart, to judge me for what I do. Prideful toad." His arm muscles worked against my grip beneath his blood bruised skin. "Unhand me. Wretched, lye-broken flesh." After a time, he made a sound like a trapped fox, a dying child's keen, and gave up, lying back on the bed such that his hair fell across my face. My other hand found his neck and stroked him. "You will not know what it feels like, good heart," he said to me, softly, doing me one of his gentle nips of an insult, "for love to change you in an instant." He relaxed under my stroking, and his tone softened. "I only meant to help him die." ** After his untimely death, the story of the vampire "L" comes together. Devotees tell the story from many points of view across history, painting a portrait of a man crushed by great loves, desperation, and the indifferent march of time. featured 3/9/16 complete 8/31/16 Editing, as of 5/11/2018. Log: 0/129 chapters edited. 0 added. Cover by @ferret-bird

The class 1-A of U.A academy face a new challenge when the ambush on their school field trip not only brought them new problems, but a new student. They venture to find the meaning of her hate and the reason behind her quirks setback. Find out how they discover her deep secrets and dark past. Through the eyes of a child, a hero is deemed awesome, amazing, brave and courageous. But through Hikari's eyes she sees the heroes as another excuse for money , fame and glory. What's the meaning of numbering heroes based on the lives they've saved or the villains they've detained? Silly children, try to change her mind, will ya? ©all rights reserved to BoKu no Hero Academia anime and manga

Best rank: #1 in Action! Included in Action's Featured List! Amelia Reyes has been raised within an orphanage her entire life, but she just recently broke free of their grasp. The men who raised her taught her the skills of a street fighter. They taught her to take pain. They taught her how to survive. They taught her to give no mercy. They showed her pain. They gave her the 564 that is engraved on her wrist. But that 564 is a reminder. A reminder of love, of mercy, of hope. They took her innocence and her freedom, but they did not take the fire in her heart. ______________________________________________________________________ Thanks to @captainmarvel165 for designing this beautiful cover, and thanks to @LeagueofGraphics who featured it in their book and for everything they helped with for this wonderful piece of art! © 2015-2016 Katherine Hinchley (Wattpad user -MidnightStories-) All Right Reserved. No parts of this story may be transmitted/plagiarized/copied through any means without the prior written consent of the author. Nor should any part of this publication be reproduced, modified, adapted, or distributed in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author. If you see a book similar or a copy of mine, please contact me via PM. _____________________________________________________________________ The pictures used throughout the story are not mine and all rights go to the owner/maker of the images.