I huddled in the corner of the dark room I had been thrown into. I was the only one out of all the villagers to have been selected by Them, a fact that relieved everyone but me. My body stung from struggling to escape Their grasp when They dragged me here, deaf to my pleading, oblivious to my struggles. Now as I sit in the dark, my fears have grown to the point of being nearly unbearable; I was going to go mad with fear if They didn't come soon. Questions plagued my mind. Why did They select me? What was going to happen to me when They come back? What would They be doing to me? Would I...survive? All that was told to us before today was that They would be selecting one of the village girls and take her with Them when They left. No matter what, the girl chosen would be taken away. It made no difference if the girl or her family resisted Them, the results would be the same. I hoped that I would be able to escape Them once my name had been called, but I was wrong. So very wrong. Thanks to AshlynWanderer for the cool new cover!

amazing cover by @ellebonnett #1 Fantasy 1/20/2018 *warning* completely unedited, so proceed with caution EDITED version on my profile ************************************************************************************* Elvina is the eighth princess of the elven forest. She had seven older sisters. All of them are dead. The night before their sixteenth birthday, their mother, Queen Ivy, kills them. Its is five days until Elvina's sixteenth birthday. Frantic and helpless, Elvina tries to escape, and in doing so......she changes everything

❤️ Now available on Amazon as a paperback ❤️ A village Elder's daughter rebels against her fate by running from an ancient matchmaking ritual. Instead, she gets kidnapped by a hostile tribe convinced she is a forest nymph whose blood can cure their dying leader. To survive, Arian must pretend to be what she is not until she can escape and warn her village about a deadly danger that's coming for it from the forest. And discover who she is along the way.

She ran through the woods, trying desperately not to slip on the wet forest ground while the wolves ran around her, dashing forwards to the town, howling to each other. But luck wasn't on her side. She lost her footing and Florence went smashing to the ground with a loud cry. She lay still, letting the pain move about her. She was stiff and her arm hurt more than anything. Her head started to throb uncontrollably as she stared to sit up. Florence reached up to her head and felt something wet. Blood. Her entire body shook from fright, shock, and pain. - Florence was one of the many that hid in her cottage, surrounded by forest and fear. She was innocent, short, and afraid of her fate. She was afraid that if a wolf claimed her she would be eaten or treated like nothing but dirt. But she's in for a surprise. Werewolves, known as shifters, who are in the category of the New Blood, and humans had different territories. Both species respected each other's rules and boundaries. Except every year there's a Mating Find and Claim where the werewolves cross over into human territory to find their mates. Everyone feared and despised the day that came. The humans hid within their cottages and waited if their fate was tied to a wolf. On the night of the Mating Find and Claim, Florence is eligible to be mates to a wolf. She accidentally stays out too long and is caught up with the wolves running throughout the woods where she meets the one that claims her to be his. Her mate. The worst she feared has come. The only difference between the wolf that claims to be her mate, is that, he isn't six foot with a six pack like other alpha males; he's seven foot five and can stand on his hind legs with an unruly amount of saliva and muscle. A lycan. Their in the category of the Old Blood, where they've lived for centuries and can withstand up to almost anything. The problem was was that she feared the Old Blood more than anything else. What happens when Logan claims Florence as his?

Abigail Williams is a seventeen-year-old girl running from her own nightmares. Finding sanctuary in a small town she believes her suffering is behind her. Until a monster comes for her in the dark. One she can't escape. One that will never let her go.

The cage doors are released and I open my saphire coloured eyes, dashing out of the prison and into the forest, the first to reach the safety of the trees that were once green but now glowed blue like the moon, dodging them and making my way as quickly as I can to the sound of water. Seven days. Thats how long I had to make it to the lodge as an unmated female..... ☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆ Werewolf legends always wrap around the fact of a soul mate, a wolf destined to you from the Moon Goddess. But thats not true. There is no miraculous instantly falls in love with your mate at first sight like everyone believes. There is only The Run. The Run is an event held twice a year during the blue moon week when the night is blue and all mateless wolves are expected to attend. It is the source of nightmares amongst she wolves. Grace Harvest is no exception to this as she is forced to shift and held in a cage till The Run, her only chance of freedom is to last the full week in the forest and make her way towards the lodge before a male can claim her as his. Caden Wolfrain wants nothing more then to fall in love then to hunt a she wolf in the run, but with the threat of his title being stripped from him he has to make a choice between love or forcing a claim to a mate. But when Grace meets Caden will she change her mind about being claimed or will the secrets Caden hold scare Grace away from a possible future of love? ☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆ Highest Rank : #1 in Werewolves On: September 29, 2016 Proof: Screen shot is in chapter 1 On: December 11, 2016 Proof: Screen Shot is in chapter 2 WARNING: there is mention of rape and other forceful claims of a woman's body as well as other drastic scenes some audiences may find offensive. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYWRITE Thank you @anonymous_115 for the amazing cover I love it

It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start, echoing around the world like a dreadful reminder. Anyone, human or not, who heard the screams of pain and terror would know that once again, The Event had started. Routines were the same everywhere. Mothers would usher their children into their homes, whether big or small, while fathers and father figures alike would silently protect and pray; pray that The Even never hit their towns or came near their families. Children under twelve years of age would be left curious, once again wondering about what had caused the shrill screams and why. If above the age of twelve, children would join their fathers in praying silently in their hearts; for they knew the consequences of The Event. But there was always one category of people that prayed the most, hoped the hardest, and worried constantly. During The Event, one could often find females, between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one sitting in corners, surrounded by those who would give their lives to protect them. Tears would be rolling down their cheeks as even their screwed shut eyes leaked them. Most would bite their lip in order to contain sobs, so hard that often, there were also small, thin streams of the dark liquid tumbling down their chins. The terror they felt, naked and strong on their faces, made it hard for anyone to lay their eyes on the females during The Event. They had everything to fear, because they were the ones being hunted. It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start. And then, at precisely midnight, the screams would silence immediately, letting the world know that The Event was over for the moment. Everyone knew that, somewhere, a girl between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one had been taken, and would never be seen again in history. This time, that unlucky girl just happened to be me.

"At first I hadn't been able to put my finger on what frightened me about him. He towered over me, which was frightening enough, but it was something more. Something about how the air charged around him. Django looked at me then with eyes like an animal, peering from a forest at night." Two years ago, Bonnie Lee Harper and her family were sent into witness protection after her abusive father murdered their next door neighbor. Moved far from their Beverly Hills home, Bonnie and her family have relocated to wintry Wildgate, Utah. Life seems to be going smoothly, until things are thrown into ultimate chaos when she meets the man who seems to be at the heart of the town's flurrying whispers. A man who ignites a deep, frightening passion within her. A man who wants her to give him something she possibly couldn't. Her soul, and even worse? Her heart.

Twenty-four year old Tory Carson is dying to get out of Magic, New Mexico and explore the world. She has spent her whole life cocooned in the protection of the close-knit community. When she finally gets a chance to go somewhere for three weeks, she would be crazy to say no. Even if, her father is screaming it! Simon Drayton is a reclusive billionaire who has reinvented himself over and over again through the centuries. He has temporarily settled his headquarters in the beautiful city of Charleston, South Carolina. He is used to taking what he wants. He has learned that wealth and power are potent motivators for those who are greedy. Confusion reigns when he sets his sights on a beautiful, young female who is oblivious to his power. After centuries of getting what he wants, he is shocked, and just a little bit fascinated, when he discovers that not all things are for sale. Things heat up when the irritating, young ‘human’ woman refuses to play the game by his rules. She isn’t impressed with his wealth. She isn’t impressed with his looks. In fact, she acts like she isn’t impressed by anything he does, even when he flashes his teeth! Find out what happens when a centuries old Werewolf discovers he isn’t the only creature who loves to bite.