When no one talks to you anymore or even sees you, you wonder, what's the point? I could move after high school, I could start over, but it wouldn't change anything. I would still be that awkward girl. The one that hides in the shadows to stay out of people's way. I always sit in the back corner near the window in the classroom. I like to look outside toward the woods, especially when it's raining and the raindrops trail down the window. I watch their path from the top and all the way down to the bottom where they disappear. I wish I could disappear. --------------------------------------------------- This is a werewolf story. It contains mature content, sexual scenes, suacidal thoughts and little bit of violence. Remember to vote and let me know what you think :)

[Completed] WARNING: The story is unedited. I'm sorry for lots of grammatical errors and messy storyline. I wrote this when I was like 12, help- *** Viola is the youngest child and the lost daughter of Duke Univers. Ever since the Duke found her and learning that Viola is his real daughter, she started to live with them under the name Viola Univers. But being a total brat who's always throwing tantrums, she didn't get anyone's favour, not her brothers or father. Everything start to get worse when she turned 16. A new sister comes and claimed herself as the illegitimate child of the Duke. Being lovely, cheerful, and kind, she gain everyone's favour immediately even her own father and brothers. Viola couldn't accept it and bully her as she treats her sister very badly that Viola even attempted to kill her. In the end, Viola got executed for her crimes. But after Viola open her eyes, she found herself being a 9 years old again!? This time, she'll treasure her family and won't make any mistakes. *** | Side Note | - Cover : Canva

(Currently being rewritten under a new name The Claimed) Everything changed when they came out of hiding, terror spread across the world as people began to question if our presidents and our global leaders lied to us and weren't from the same race. The Beasts blended in amongst us as if we were the same, except humans didn't have the same predatory instincts and we couldn't change our forms like they could. Soon after we learnt that we weren't the only species people began going missing. Some were unlucky and taken as something that the Beasts called a Mate that one word made fear spread throughout my veins, I would rather sell my soul than have one of them mutts chain me to them. Six months went by before the government, that was un-tainted by this vile race began to take action into their own hands contacting other countries and militaries causing the great war to happen, sending both my parents off to fight for our rights. Only one of them came back, two months was the longest we lasted before we were overpowered by them. Six years of living in this dysfunctional environment and my hatred had never dwindled. Some people still believed in god and had faith in him, I didn't know what I believed in but I prayed like everyone else that I would get through another day without hearing the soul crushing word 'Mate'. DARK THEMES THROUGHOUT. UNEDITED © All rights reserved© #1 in hunt 19/06/2019 #1 in human 19/06/2019 #1 in sanity 19/012019 #3 in mate 19/06/2019 #4 in mates 19/06/2019 #5 in hunted 19/06/2019 #1 Post-apocalyptic 30/8/19 #8 in dystopian 7/10/19 #4 in Escape 24/10/19

This was a story I gifted to AO3's Tiger_Lilly13. She gave me inspiration with her story Love and Honor (on AO3) by taking an awesome Yautja (Fugitive) and giving him a better story then that hunk of junk movie he was in. I am taking a page right out out of her book, quite literally. I am taking MY favourite Predator, Wolf, and taking him out of that even more god-awful movie Alien vs Predator: Requiem and giving him a Yautja name, with his own story too lol This is my version of Wolf.

Re-posting. The common story is that finding a mate is supposed to make the wolf stronger. For an alpha, finding his mate, blessed by the moon goddess, strengthens the pack. But there can be such darkness hidden in that dynamic. Even those of cruel hearts can seek the power of a mate. And the damage they cause might not ever be healed. ***** Prologue: Drip. Drip. Drip. The rhythm or the water would have been soothing if it hadn't been so cruel. Drip. As it was, it was nothing more than a taunting form of torture. Drip. Ears could hear the soft thudding of raindrops at the end of the hall as a door was pulled open in squeaking protests and then shut with a harsh metallic clang. How the rain made its way into the depths of the cement room, it didn't matter. It was there. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. The footsteps were strong and full of purpose. Though just as unwanted as the drops of water that fell too far out of reach. Unable to quench the dehydrated desperation chained to the wall. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. Only one set of footsteps. There was no question of the destination or purpose that carried them down the hall. Not that it was a surprise. It was always the same. First the pain, then the visit. The cell door opened to darkness. There was no energy to move, not even enough to will eyelids to open. Not that it mattered. The visit never changed. What more could be said? What more could be done? All that mattered was that stale, barely edible food was only given after he was done. Only then, could there be any comfort from hell. ***** WARNING- This story does delve into topics of kidnapping, imprisonment, rape, murder, and violence. Though the scenes are not explicitly detailed, underage readers are discouraged. Also note that I do not own the rights to any photos I have or might post for this story. Just photos I found online, cropped and edited. The story however, is all mine. No copy of content is permitted.

While teens her age had by now experienced their first kiss, lost their v-card, the exchange of juicy gossip with their friends . But Sophia didn't have the opportunity to do just that. Sophia was a human surrounded by a pack of Wolfs not just any wolfs. Werewolfs to be exact. Though it hadn't always been like that. She was born to a tiny family consisting of her mother and father whom where both humans but when she was ten she was orphaned by a rouge attack. That day she was adopted by the Alpha of the pack. Being a human trying to obey rules that where clear as day was harder said then done she wasn't like a wolf that had it etched in them to obey their leader, she wasn't exactly the best little girl. But what could she say? She had no friends, not family and the people around her made it clear she was unwanted.

Traumas and prejudices are just like genes-handed down, from parents first to children, then running through families. Anglia's family was-by all means-a small one; one sister and a deceased mother. But it was her whole world, literally. The essence of being and existence. What to live and die for! The two sisters went on with life, following the trail their ever-wise and ever-loving mother left them, relying on her wisdom-their only inheritance. The blade, the shield, and the treasure-it was. But the world was dominated by wild wolves and overflooded by crass men and their mother's first lesson ever was the following: 'Anything male is no good.' And for a good reason. Surely, it was. After all, every mother ought to protect her children. But she was no longer here, leaving her young daughters her only fortune of words, and an endless love that eluded forgetfulness, fatigued aging, and defied the passage of time. After the soul-withering, striking loss, for many, many days and long, long nights, Anglia and Angela had a hard time. Whether it was on the inside or in life itself. But finally, it has just started to ease. The sun will shine once again, and fate will smile away their pain! Especially, after safely getting through 'The PGP' without ending up leashed by a horrendous so-called 'Mate'. Hope was a sweet thing, relief is like a refreshingly cold sip of water, and what's better than making mother proud?! But one of her many lessons should have been more heeded. 'Sometimes, hope is just a delusion, and relief is-in fact-fear in its gut.' Anglia inadvertently and unconsciously pictured that grand events came along after grand entries. With loud bells and whistles-a head-start, she will have. It doesn't just come knocking at your door, doesn't just happen in the span of moments. But her mate wasn't a normal one, so maybe it makes sense not to find him in a normal manner, won't you say?! Indeed, he came in a manner that was just fitting-a manner just like him.

A thousand years past, the world was run by humankind. But it changed, when countries became embroiled in a war that gave the werewolves the opportunity, to recreate the earth in their own image. Now humans are the lowest on the food chain, little more than animals to the hellish overlords. Now the humans hide in the forests and mountains, while the werewolves live in the elegance of the great prosperous walled cities. Clothed in luxury, while their counterparts starve in the wilderness. A truth that can't be denied by Nyx, the scarred and gifted daughter of a village shaman. Living in the forests of the once great Northeast of North America. Days are long and hard for her village, scraping bye for game and medicinal plants. Praying for salvation, from the iron hand of the werewolves that rule them all. Alpha Evander has grown desperate to help his pack. The Howlers of the Silver City, have seen a decrease in population for decades. The only solution, is to find more mates, and humans have been revealed to be a match for the monsters. Foretold by the Great Priestess of the Moon, an omen of doom for all free humans left in the wild wood. Through fate, Nyx will come across the wolfen brute. By blood, she will defend her people from this formidable horde. With courage, she will face off against destiny, loss, and unwanted love. All while Evander, plots to break the humans' pride. Searching for the very girl that will thwart him at every turn. Hunting her down, till one of them finally breaks. ⚠️Trigger warning! Story contains mentions of violence, gore, abuse, assault, and sexual situations. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with the mentioned topics above.

18+ Content Warning! *Completed* "If you tell me information on where my brother is, you'll both be free." He looks between us, his eyes dark. "Otherwise I'm going to take Dove upstairs and I'm going to fuck her." *** One night, Dove sneaks away. Deep in an unfamiliar pack, she attends the grandest party of the year hosted by the notorious Alpha Varian. There she in indulges in a night of sin at his hand, experiencing pleasure unlike anything she has felt before. However, Dove is the daughter of her own Alpha's war advisor. An Alpha she has had a torrid affair with for months, and who is Alpha Varian's enemy. When Alpha Varian's forces invade her home pack, she is whirled back into his clutches, where she learns the price of pleasure, and the inescapable bond forming between a man who is supposed to be her enemy.

EXCLUSIVELY SIGNED ON LETTERLUX. READ ON NOVELAOAISIS, YUMREAD, NOVELLAIR, LITERIE AND EVERY LETTERLUX AFFILIATE READING APP "Your words are 'Yes' and 'My Lord' " "Y-Yes," she replies with shuddery breath as the woman continues to inspect her naked body, hovering around her with a keen eye. "You will not speak unless he speaks to you," she's tapping the flat wooden stick on her chin as she dishes out the rules. "You will not laugh at any joke, there is no fun in this palace, only seriousness and that has brought us this far." "You will bend when he tells you to bend-" "Ah-" I wince when the stick lands on my bare bottom in a hard spank. "Spread your legs when he wants it and you'll roll on your back as a sign of your submission," her words are sharp and they sting in my ears bringing tears to my eyes. I don't want to be a Breeder. I never wanted to be a Breeder. I'm a Beta's daughter and that alone is a respectable status but a breeder? Not so much! All I did was love him, how could he reduce me to nothing like this?