Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"

[A/N] This is a werecat story. Bxb. Gabriel is probably not the sharpest knife in the kitchen but he knows how to make some money in a tough situation. Crime. It's not really a career so much as a lifestyle, his. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone in any other way then how much money they carried with them or what sort of lash-backs there might be if he robbed them. One night upon walking home from his brothers flat in Halbern he saw a dark figure wander into the alleyway that happened to be a short cut to his place. The only thing he saw was the glint in the dark. He knew he was tall. He knew even looking from afar the man seemed scary, but he still went for it. Why? Because either way, every man had a neck. Oh no, Gabriel, look what you've done. You've awoken the demon of the underworld, Kerberos. Boy you messed with the wrong man.

Sven Gale has been rejected. It is final. I mean all the bullying, all the bad treatment, all the harsh words they sucked, but nothing broke his heart like the end to a relationship that never began. Yes he's going to run away, sobbing with his tail between his legs, oh but not before robbing the entire pack and reeking as much well deserved havoc as he can before he disappears. Little does he know, someone is on his tail. Trigger Warning: This is a D/s, noncon novel.

It all started with a murder. Neal Lixen has dealt with many things in his life, but he never expected having to deal with the fact his best friend is a murderer. Not even the biggest issue in his life when suddenly he wakes up in another world that has begun to be taken over by demons, never enough time to peacefully sleep as he wished. Well looks like a demon is trying to possess me. How annoying it just keeps talking, to noisy. Well this cute little dragon child is nice, ah no wait he got bigger. Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean bare your children?! Ah, I can't handle all these advances! "Won't you come lay with us?" Why ask if you are going to pull me over anyway?! Demon king taking a interest in me? Why does he feel so familiar? Also these mood swings. What's with treating me like a simple power bank to suddenly saying "'I didn't want to dirty you with my hands, but you chose to accept me despite my warning...thus you must take responsibility." What responsibility!? Do I even know you?! (Image on cover is not mine) (Not in first-person)

When an Alien ship came to anchor just outside Earth's atmosphere and contacted humans for the first time, the whole planet was in an uproar. People's opinions were divided into two groups. The Curious one, wanting to get to know the aliens and make new friends, excited to discover a whole new world and technologies. And the Scared one, full of hatred and desire to chase them away out of fear for their own lives. It took several months and countless meetings with leaders of the chosen countries before humans finally deemed them harmless. After that, everything changed. Suggestions were made, plans outlined, and the ultimate deal was finalized. The aliens and world leaders came up with a proposal. A proposal that was advantageous for both parties and promised huge improvement in human technologies and knowledge. Y.E.P.1. was created. But there was one catch. A catch nobody knew about until it was too late. Cover made in Canva

With his lover gone, snatched away while the house burned, Kydyn has nothing to keep him in check. Raw power courses through him and anyone who gets in his way will suffer the consequences. The warlock will stop at nothing until he has what is rightfully his returned to him. Finding Cinder is proving to be more difficult as each day passes and the chances of finding him still alive dwindle with every hour that slips by. Kydyn was never one to play well with a team, but if he doesn't, he'll lose the only person he's ever cared deeply for. Cinders father wants his power to stargaze, but for what reason, no one is entirely sure of. The only thing that everyone agrees on is that they must save Cinder before the next solstace.

Hunted for his ability to see into the future and the past, Cinder finds himself taken in by the Council, more specifically, the Council's pet Warlock. Kydyn isn't an easy man to get along with. He's cruel and cold. A smart ass and every inch of him screams 'stay away'. He's not kind, and he leaves little to be desired, but the warlock has feelings. They're just buried under all the grit. And he's a warlock.... one of only two, and warlocks aren't rainbows and sunshine. In between the chaos, Cinder might find that Kydyn has a lot more to him than he shows.

As an immortal war brings humankind to the brink of destruction, the hope for freedom begins to fade to dust. Mortals everywhere ache for liberation, to rid themselves of the shackles binding them to the undead for 29 years of their lives. But one man refuses to turn away from the vampire assigned to him at birth. He is a consort - the last consort... ...and it is in his hands where the fate of mankind now rests.

Oliver Brennan is happy and content. Living with his boyfriend of two and a half year, working at a night club as a bartender while attending classes at the university in hopes to get a degree at business, he is enjoying his youth to the fullest. He is completely satisfied with his life and doesn't need or wish for anything else. However, one night, after his boss lets him leave earlier, crushes his whole world and leaves him broken, lonely and with a surprise no one has expected. Five years later, he is a successful owner of his own Coffee shop, has new lovely boyfriend, and great friends who always have his back. Then, on one sunny Thursday, everything changes, yet again...

Wern Muller is always hungry. Unfortunately, eating for Wern is not as easy as grabbing takeout. Wern can only feed on the traumatic memories of people and animals. It's an exhausting and thought-eroding experience, but Wern has to eat, or terrible things happen. To make it easier, Wern works in places where he is in close contact with traumatized individuals. Haruto Sato makes Wern hungry. Sato, a user of the food bank where Wern works, is dripping in trauma. Wern can see the memories slither and hiss on his neck and shoulders. The memories whisper to Wern, enticing him like sauce on dumplings. Haruto could quench Wern's hunger for a full year... So why won't Wern feed on him? --- [A Wattpad Editor's Pick.] [An Open Novella Contest short-listed book.]