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Aries by DreamCatchher
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"Aries." A name that sent chills down the spines of every man that lived to tell. He's charming for sure, has a twinkle in his eyes that can only be described as warmth hotter than sunlight on amber, but don't let that glimmer fool you. For the warmth of his eyes are of a power hungry man. A man who's thirst for blood reigned over empires for centuries before and more centuries to come. Because he was no man. He was a beast. The strongest and most feared beast of all. Pack leaders pleaded at his feet. He killed to feel alive. Feeding on the blood of the defenseless, with no heart. Some say the moon goddess was cross with him and never blessed him with a mate. For who could be a mate to a monster? ~ He was the sun, and she was the moon. Soaring too close, she burned into a thousand flames.☯ ~ Rated R [Read at your own risk] Do not copy my book or i'll report you! Rank #1 in Werewolf.
Protecting the President's Son | ✔️ by KirstenMx
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[Highest Rank: #1 in Teen Fiction] Luna Prescott is a young special agent and Ace Crawford is the President's son. On one eventful day, she gets given the undercover mission to protect the Ace from the 'danger' in Westside High. Will her physical and mental abilities be enough to keep him safe, let alone survive the torture they call high school? *** We carried on walking through the amusement park until he pointed to a game, where you had to shoot down targets to win. "I bet I will beat you in that." He grabbed my hand and lead me to it. Little does he know. "What do I get when I win?" I laughed. "When? Pshhhh, I will get you a new motorcycle." I keep on forgetting how rich he is. "That means I don't need to catch rides with you anymore," I grin, "Game on, loser." He grabbed his water gun and shot at the cardboard targets and got down 15 out of 20 in the time he had. "Your turn, cupcake" Ace handed me the water gun. "Watch and learn, pretty boy." I grabbed the gun and aimed at the targets. After my two minute go, I shot down 20 out of 20. I turned to him with a smug expression and his mouth hung open. *** Luna Prescott is a 17 year old spy who has been working with the Agency for her whole life. Ever since her parents, former spies, had been found 'off the grid' on a mission when she was only 5, the agency took her and her brother in. She has ,since then, been training and going out to missions until her 17th birthday when she finds out what her most important mission of her life is. Ace Crawford, a 17 year old typical bad boy and he is the president's son. This brings him threats from people who hate his father and dangers that he needs help protecting himself from. [Started - 2/4/18] [Finished - 18/ 9/ 19] *** #51 Teen Fiction - 26/4/18 #45 Teen Fiction - 28/4/18 #42 Teen Fiction - 4/5/18 #37 Teen Fiction - 6/5/18 #5 Teen Fiction - 9/5/18 #3 Teen Fiction - 11/5/18 #1 Teen Fiction - 17/12/19 cover credits: @mara_cleia
Trapping Quincy (Caspian and Quincy) by Nikkireadw
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He teases her. He challenges her. He fascinates her while he irritates her like no other. He drives her insane. He makes her...ughh, so mad she could scream! The only thing he won't do is let her go. Quincy: I'm a human living among the werewolves. My mom is a werewolf. She had a drunken fun one night with a stranger, a human. The union was not supposed to bear an offspring. I'm not supposed to happen, but here I am, an outsider. They all hate me but my Nana loved me. Then Nana died. They moved me to the pack house. Now, their old Alpha three times my age wants to make me his. That is not the life I signed up for. My Nana nurtured me a dream to go off to college. So I run. I run not because I'm a coward. I run to save myself. I will have nothing to do with their kind anymore. I'll be a normal human among other normal humans. I'll be so normal, even the most average normal humans will feel like freaks next to my normal ass. They will bow down before me and call me Queen Normal. Then I see him. The best specimen of men...but I know he's not human. He's not a werewolf either, so what is he? There's this pull between us but I know I shouldn't get close to his kind...whatever he is. The trouble is, he won't leave me alone. Caspian: I've been looking for my erasthai for decades. My mother dearest, the queen of all werewolves and lycans is pressuring me to marry Lady Celeste. I'm supposed to take over the throne from my father and make lady Celeste my queen. I want nothing to do with her. I want my erasthai. Then I saw her. She's a human. The most beautiful mesmerizing creature ever, and she's mine! I thought it's going to be easy. It should have been easy. Come on, ALL girls want me. I mean, look at me. I'm gorgeous! Mirrors weep when I walk past them. She refused to give me the time of the day. Well, too bad princess. I'm not about to let you get away. I'll crush all other competitions. I'm Prince Caspian. I always get what I want.
May Shadows Reign (Book 2 of The Lost Queen Series) by stephsaige
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The Visrel sisters have been reunited, but their lives will never be the same. Seraiah is wracked with guilt for the lives she thinks she could have saved. She is determined to learn more about her abilities and hone her talents so it won't happen again. However, she soon learns that the stronger her visions grow--the weaker her mind becomes. Sterling is now a queen without a kingdom, and she finds herself battling an entirely different beast. She is certain the only one who can explain what is happening to her is Ren, her necromancer friend, but he seems to have disappeared along with the other mages. The sisters' inner demons have come out to play and will put their bond to the test. They will learn there is a fine line between good and evil, and the world isn't quite as black and white as they once thought. ==================================================================== This is Book 2 in The Lost Queen series. It can't be read as a standalone. Please read Book 1: The Lost Queen before proceeding.
The Lost Redeemer (Aeonica #1) by DavidMusk
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Aeons once ruled the world. Now, their empire lies in ruin, and the survivors hide on the fringes of society. Nahlia is a librarian's apprentice who's obsessed with Aeon lore, scavenging for hints of their legendary power. But others are searching too, including the Templars who seek to hunt down the Aeon survivors. When the Templars attack her family, Nahlia is forced to infiltrate a secret academy and rise beyond everything she's ever known. https://davidmusk.com/books/aeonica-the-lost-redeemer
The Fight For Love | Rewritten Version ✎ by trinitystories_xo
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#1 in Teen Fiction, Action, & New Adult ❤︎ ❝Sometimes falling for the enemy is inevitable❞ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ After being betrayed by her only friend, Anastasia Martinez Stone gets thrown into a dangerous world full of fighting, racing, drugs, pain, and death. The Royal Reapers is the strongest gang in The Underworld, a place only known in the world of the gangs, and it's her families business that she stayed away from. Now Ana has joined in and she's not there to play games. Two years later, after the death of her older brother, she returns to the chaotic town that once destroyed her. Ana's plan was to finish senior year at the school that caused her so many problems, without drawing too much attention to herself so that she can keep both of her lives separate... For her own safety. Nobody is going to know the real her, because she's going to have to disguise herself as the girl she used to be. What happens when she crosses paths with the deadliest street fighter in town, Ryder Grimaldi... Who just so happens to be her fathers worst enemy, the leader of the second strongest gang, The Bronze Demons? Anastasia's life isn't easy, especially since there's someone who wants her. The infamous Rueben Slade, ex-member of The Royal Reapers and now, leader of the third strongest gang, The Crimson Ghosts. He's always wanted Anastasia all to himself and he's willing to do anything to have her, even if that means drugging her into believing she's his. You better buckle up and get ready for the romance, drama, heartbreak, and pain because it's heading your way! Only this time, it's going to be way more intense than the original book. Keep reading to follow Anastasia on her journey to fight for love... ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ You can read the COMPLETED original version in another book on my profile! Votes are inaccurate because not all chapters are published!!
The Fifth Element by Sammmy134
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In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.