❝I think he is attracted to her. Look at this beauty. Which man wouldn't want to keep her for himself? After all, ruling alone for such a long time he must be in search of a queen.❞ He's said to be the first creation of the moon goddess. The lone wolf, Arles. The king of all wolves. An immortal. A god. They say he ruled ruthlessly. He had the power to change the inescapable destiny of man itself. She was a mortal. A troublemaker. She didn't know what she was getting into when she crossed him. ... the end chapters are available on Inkitt for free. the link is in my bio. I don't own the picture used in the cover.

1st PLACE in the UNICORN AWARDS! On the anniversary of her best friends disappearance, Lyra is ready to accept the inevitability of his death. But when mysterious men show up at her home, threatening her life and that of her family, she too disappears from the town, kidnapped. Unluckily, it is not an average gang who has taken her prisoner; they are soldiers from another world, looking for talented individuals to perform on the Kings 200th year as the ruler of the First Plane. Lyra finds herself in a dangerous situation; she has captured the eye of the King and the young prince of the realm. Teaming up with a group of unlikely allies, she plots her escape only to find herself further twisted into the web of secrets, darkness and magic, with no way out. WARNING: this story contains gore, images of horror, and trigger scenes. If you are sensitive to this material, please do not read. strictly first draft- edits will not be uploaded to wattpad weekly updates (sat or sun) Highest Rankings: 1 in Faerie 1 in Fey 130 in Fantasy 251 in Shadow

"Before I show you who I am, I want you to remember what you're fighting for," Aide replied cautiously and gave them all a piercing stare. "Keep an open mind." "Just tell us, lad," Hanke snarled impatiently and bobbed his sword. "Brace yourselves," Aide said as he slowly reached for his hood. Emaia's heart pounded vigorously in her chest, so loudly, she feared people could hear. This was it. She would finally see the face of her rescuer, the face she had so longed to see. Aide gave them all one last lingering look before he closed his eyes. "Your whole world is about to change." He punctuated his sentence by pulling off his hood. The entire crowd gasped and all readied their weapons, as long silver hair burst free from the cloak and long slender ears appeared. It was impossible, Emaia thought. They had been extinct for decades. But there was no denying it. She looked at the man who had rescued her a few nights ago, and remembered him as charming and valiant. It all made so much sense now-why he could do, what he could do. He was an elf. And not just any elf. - A Northern Elf.