Mariah was raped, bullied, abused and rejected by her own mate. Her own flesh and blood never cared about her, made her life hell. But once she gets kicked out of her own pack, she starts a new life. With her little baby by her side. But she has nothing, no family or a job. When a generous offer is given she accepts it. She moves in with James who gives her a new beginning. But when she comes back to her hometown were all the tragedy struck, the people who once hurt her wants a fresh start. But she's not willing to give in that easily. Watch the incredible journey of a broken women.

Vires Academy: A school where many of the students develop an unnatural power. Some say it could be called a super power. The school is where they can learn to control and manage these powers in a balanced environment. But what happens when something starts to kill them off one by one. An unkown force is brewing and now the kids are forced to show the world what they are capable of. What happens when these kids must face others with similar powers, others that want more then to just injure their opponent. Who knew super powers could be so interesting.

Thank you for considering our special school. As in the title, our school is for the unique and extraordinary. A few questions before we go further: 1. Are you different than your friends? Do you seem to never fit in amongst them? 2. Before discovering our school, has anything strange ever happened to you? Something unexplained? 3. Do you ever feel yourself being watched? Or have you ever seen someone multiple times as if they were following you? Not to alarm you by any of these things but if you answered yes to all, please continue reading this. We have a feeling you belong at our school.

At the age of seventeen, all humans with Elementalists blood undergo the transformation and become a full Elementalist. This brings forth your element along a change in eye color to signify your path into a new world. Astoria Elroy has always been a simple girl. She had no idea what destiny was planned for her when she arrives at Gemore. Join her as she discovers her secret past and fights to become one with her element.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

Life was good for Taylor Buckley until she was transported to a place for people just like her: Those with supernatural abilities. Not only did she have to learn to control her powers, but was also destined to be apart of the Big Six, a group of Supernaturals who are capable of ending an ancient war with their enemies, the Catchers, by killing their leader Katherine. After a huge betrayal, a hidden romance, and an escape from their home, the six must learn to fully control their powers in order to have a chance at victory. Sweat, work, and pain can only get you so far, so Taylor and the others must go out of hiding and work to save their kind. BOOK TWO OF THE SUPERNATURAL ABILITIES TRILOGY. This story will not make any sense if you haven't read the first story, Supernatural Abilities!

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.