In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

*Completed* *Unedited* With every step he took towards me, I took one back until I hit the edge of his bed. A deep growl rumbled from his throat and I tried to make myself smaller in hopes that he would leave me alone. Being a human, I stood no chance against this beast in front of me. He would tear me apart. His muscles rippled with ease from underneath his shirt; his stance towered over me; his eyes colored with darkness; and I knew he was struggling to keep his wolf contained. "Kitten, don't act all scared. This is what you wanted, isn't it? You've always fantasized about what it would be like to be with a beast like me." His hand approached me slowly and then brushed my hip. I gasped. His teeth grazed my neck and I unconsciously leaned my head away, so he could have more room. "Answer me!" he growled. My chest furiously moved up and down as I tried to calm myself. I shook my head. "Well, Kitten, you're MINE. Whether you like it or not." From a very young age, Mae has been told by her father to stay away from werewolves. They were too rough, too dangerous for humans, but she always had a fascination with them. Damon was the Alpha of the Night Bane pack and he was exactly what Mae's father told her he would be - rough and dangerous. *Not my cover art @ Jojoesart

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

++++++UPDATES SUNDAYS... And whenever I'm feeling happy...++++++ Highest Ranking: #32 in Werewolf "Run," I told myself. If I didn't they would rip me to shreds just like my parents. "Breathe," I told myself. My tiny lungs felt like they were about to collapse. "Panic," I told myself. I unwittingly ran right into the jaws of the wolf king. _________________________________________________ Elaya Saunders has lived a pretty normal seventeen years of her life. Except for the part where she is in a wolf pack and can't even shift. Her mother, Grace, claims to be completely clueless as to why her daughter cannot shift into a wolf. But as the days tick by, Grace becomes more and more wary of the King's Ceremony. A day when her daughter's secret will be revealed. The day her "daughter" finds out her true identity... and maybe even dies because of it. All cover credit goes to @trapt for being an AWESOME designer!

A special girl. A girl who hasn't seen her own face in ten years. The girl in the Mask. --- The sons of some of the most powerful beings: Son of Cupid Son of the Devil And son of Death himself Put them together in a high school with the devil as the principal and things are bound to go wrong. It's about to be one Hell of a year. ~~~~~~~~~~Mask~~~~~~~~~~ 3 in Paranormal (4-21-2018) Copyright © Tasneem Unedited

WARNING! Please be advised that this is not a bedtime story about sparkly fairies and pink unicorns. This book may contain graphic descriptions of poisoned apples and witches' ovens. It is not appropriate for supernatural beings under the age of 377 (excluding vampires and werewolves). DISCLAIMER: Wicked Witches Inc. and Evil Stepmother Enterprises are not responsible for any maiming, mass murder or permanent insanity resulting from the reading of this book.

I have part 1 on my other account go read it there.

A new born baby was left to a pack of wolves when she was born, shortly after her mother a Werewolf, died giving birth to her. Her father a human couldn't stand the site of her and took her deep into the forest were he knew a pack of wolves lived. She grew up as a wolf she had never been human or had ever seen one but being a wolf she aged faster. reaching maturity at 2 years. Being a wolf was all about one thing dominance and she is now an Omega attacked by a male for no reason caused it. But when a werewolf boy an alpha on vaction finds her tore up and takes the wolf home doctoring her while waiting for her to get better.

Being a member of the royal family doesn't always count as being lucky. For Tasha, being a princess is like a high class prisoner with royal guards for a warden and a beautiful palace as a prison cell. Wanting to experience life as a normal person, she ran away, but circumstances were such a tease and fate decided to pull a prank, making her meet a hot mafia leader whom she'll take refuge to keep her identity hidden from her pursuers. What can go wrong if the RUNAWAY PRINCESS meets the mafia boss? *not your typical fairy tale. ©All rights reserved Echo2014 (Aica) To give you heads up, yes this is a fantasy story. Lol The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Remember: Plagiarism is a crime.

A young girl has had many tales told about her, all involving the same three things: a grandmother, a wolf, and a basket. Her tale is quite odd and requires a lot of debunking to understand the real story. Mortals always seem to tell her story wrong, which annoys me to no end, and so I have set out to tell you everything that she experienced in her journey. Some may say that she was killed by a wolf on her way to her grandmother's home, others may say that she made it to her grandmother's home only to be locked in a closet, yet all of these tales, no matter how much a person may love them, are incorrect. If you want to know the true story, I suggest that you open this dusty book and read each line carefully. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ COVER CREATED BY @EnjxiiBlxck Please do not copy my work, I work hard on every page I write. Thank you for reading and I hope that you have a nice day my little Snowflakes.