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 ®

[Highest Rank: #3 in Romance] "Tell me to kiss you," he whispered so quiet and husk I wouldn't have heard if he wasn't my main focus of attention. "No," I protested knowing good and well that I've never wanted anything more. "Tell me," his other hand slid under his hoodie, his cold finger tips a contrast on my hot body, his lips leaning in to whisper in my ear, "to kiss you." His eyes pulled back and studied my face. I leaned in close, my lips barely touching his. "No," the stretch of my lips making a bit more contact with his. I heard him growl. And then it was as if a gust of wind blew out the candles and everything went cold, including the once occupied space in front of me. He was gone and I was left alone in the dark. ______________________ They say drowning is a peaceful death, one of the best ways to die, if there is even a good way to die at all. They say it's like falling asleep, the calm feeling of water flooding your lungs as the flow of oxygen ceases and you pass from earth to wherever we go after this life. I however, beg to differ. ______________________ When a blue eyed girl stumbles into the town of Wrustles and almost drowns she becomes the talk of the town.. and the chatter of the sea. After being convinced that someone in the water saved her she jumps again, only to find the harsh waves and a face. A face she knew would find her beneath the crashing water above her. A face she believed in before she even knew it existed. ______________________ I update hella frequently! And my chapters are what some would consider short but I promise it's worth it and it allows really frequent updates! ♡ ______________________