The first time Noel meets Cyric Erebos, the latter man's knuckles are stained with blood. (rewritten and revised) (M|M)

(MAN/MAN)/(PREVIEW ONLY) His friends call him Toby. He's grown taller, firm, as handsome as everyone had expected. The man's dark eyes are open and honest when he speaks to the elders at church but wicked when night falls and he stumbles into his house, half boozed out of mind. I don't know what had broken the Tobias from my childhood, the boy from behind the rose bushes that I'd held in such high regard. I suppose he could have been that way from the start. No one seems to notice it, the anger that storms behind the slate eyes. No one wants to take hold of his roots and check his petals for bruising. - PREVIEW ONLY. PATREON EXCLUSIVE.

In a town full of those who know too much about one another, the hermit is the one resident that no one seems to know - and no one ever seems to see. We have plenty of oddballs here, in Sleepy Birch, all special enough - but only one quiet mystery. The tenant of house 1478. - The story in which Theo Eldory promotes himself from incompetent newspaper boy to arch nemesis of Sleepy Birch's brooding new tenant in a total of three minutes. He thinks this is a record. - (Boy/Boy/Boy, polyamory) This is a preview of another one of my patreon-exclusive stories, which you can find here: www.patreon.com/mythmouth. Or on my page under my links. @mythmouth

I met Lucas when I was eight. He was taller than me, tougher, and with a light in his eyes that said he could do anything - be anything that he wanted to be. I'd instantly taken a liking to him, even when he pulled my shirt over my head and pushed me into the puddle that contained more ice than water, pelting me with his glove covered fists. I asked him if he had super powers, I remember saying it - coughing out a bit of blood that trickled from my nose. He'd snarled at me, given me the worst sort of look that a child could give, and I'd thought - aha, he does. As I laid in my bed for three days after, I thought of how I'd like to be as tough as him. I told Mamá how cool it was that his reflexes were so fast already, and I even told her that I thought he was going to grow up to be a superhero. "I wonder what kind of other super powers he has," I wondered aloud, blinked up at her from the sheets as she cleaned my face, "His eyes are scary, I bet he shoots lasers from them." Mamá hadn't agreed. She'd called him a blossoming brute and thrown out my oxford shoes - replaced my broken glasses with a sigh, "He's worse than your father," she chided, "stay away from wicked boys like that, Milan, they're trouble waiting to happen." It was the one time that I didn't listen to my mother. - (preview for a patreon-exclusive story. MANXMAN)

Horst McKenzie is a happy person... or at least, that's what he'd say if you asked him. It's also what he tries to make everyone believe, including himself, but as the hybrid son of a werewolf and a satyr, he is a living, breathing remnant from an otherwise traumatic and unwanted experience... and the shadow of that reality has followed him his whole life. But he's fine now! He has to be. The last five years of working on his relationships have paid off: his father's happy, his pack is flourishing, the alliances they've made over the years with other werewolves are rock solid, and he has a roof over his head. Food on the table. A comfortable place to sleep. Everything is too perfect to complain. Until it very suddenly isn't. In the same month that a covert underground program called the V.R.C. sends the very first vampire applicant to ever take the cure for a disease called Blood Rabies to live with him, for rehabilitation purposes, Horst also meets the one person he hates more than anyone else on the planet: the satyr who orchestrated an assault on his father and caused every single hardship in his life. Little by little, his brilliantly fake smile begins to fray. Little by little, the perfect picture of a happy future begins to crack. And little by little, the shadow he tries so hard to ignore looms larger over his horns. 🌻💛💗💛🌻 (This is the sequel to SLEEPSONG) Content warning: Please note that this story contains: - mild sexual/sensual scenes and references (much later) - mentions of sexual assault - depression Thanks to my cover artist - PaperRabbitsArt on twitter Copyright © by Aaron Ledgers. All rights reserved

Alex Shade is a dream-eater. A weak variety of incubus, dream-eaters need the energy from human dreams to survive. Alex has a special affinity for nightmares, but it makes his life a living hell: in order to absorb the energy, he has to experience the dream. He's learned to turn this to his advantage, though, and sells his services as a "nightmare doctor" to those whose sleep is tormented by the inventions of the unconscious mind. One day he's hired by a man whose dreams are worse than any he's encountered before, and Alex is torn between a desire to help and the need to preserve his own sanity. But when he's finally pushed into making a choice, he discovers that he may not have one, after all. - [Advisory/Warnings: This story contains strong language, some violence, and some sex. Rated Mature] - This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Collier has never needed many people in his life. His two best friends had always been there for him, and his father made up for the support that his mother lacked, but when both of his friends find them self's in serious relationships, and his mother forced Cole to live with her after his parents divorce, Collier finds himself desperate for some sort of companionship. Who would have ever thought that Henry Stone, unfriendly, short tempered Henry Stone would be looking for that as well.

Fed up with being picked on, a geeky boy with a big secret hires the school's toughest senior as a bodyguard to protect him from the bullies. Cover by @glynfrans

In the beginning... he was like a storm: violent, dangerous, and perfectly capable of destroying everything in his path. He'd gotten his hands on everything needed to pin me in his trap. My home... my belongings... my life -- he could have taken any of them at any time, and I wouldn't have been allowed to so much as let out a single protest. In the end, though, what he ended up wanting more than anything else in the world was something I swore up and down I wouldn't ever give him. Me. 🌺👑💛👑🌺 Aerin Vanderhill is uncertain of who he is on the inside and what he really wants out of life. For seventy-five years, he's lived very quietly in a small but futuristic American town, sleeping during the day and occasionally meandering around at night, basically just wondering at his own depressing existence. His family is long dead and everyone he once loved is gone, so for him, all that's left is the silence of being alone... of mimicking life because its there and he has it. Its boring, but what's an awkward, socially inept vampire who's only true form of human contact comes through playing online video games supposed to do? Nothing. That's right, nothing. Because doing something would make him spiral. That's why he sticks to his routine, no matter how pointless it feels to him. Unfortunately, his simple way of living comes to an immediate end when a dangerous, beast-like man with strange powers and even stranger origins comes gallivanting into town, hunting for the so-called "leech" who lulls his victims to sleep before preying on them. Aerin is soon certain he's going to be murdered, but fate might just have other plans. (This is a story featuring male only romance. LGBT+) TRAILER INSIDE! Content warning: Please note that this story contains: - very, very mild sexual/sensual scenes and references (much later) - violence - abuse - depression Copyright © by Aaron Ledgers. All rights reserved.

Ash was mateless in a world where omegas are only as good as their mates. At the age of 25, this summer is his 7th calling of the goddess and his last chance to find a mate. A best friend in love, roomed with misfits and hunted by a general, Ash wouldn't ask for anything more. But life wasn't quite that simple, nor will it ever when he meets the Alpha of a MR (Modern rogue) pack.