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here's another installment of my art books, and I'm excited to start another year of drawings!! ⸜(* ॑꒳ˆ * )⋆*❤︎ Completed; October 3rd 2018 - October 31st 2019

welcome back in the trashcan COMPLETED! October 3rd 2017 - October 3rd 2018

Tamora Killian. A name once whispered in fear - a ghost in the shadows. Torn from her past by a brutal attack that left her scarred and alone, Tamora was forged in pain and fury. Taken in by the White Maw, an elite order of merciless hunters, she was shaped into a weapon - the deadliest they had ever created. For years, she served in silence, stalking monsters and men alike. But a rising war stirs the embers of her buried past. New enemies threaten everything she's built... and force her to rise once more - not as a hunter, but as a power of her own. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, Tamora must confront the truth about who she is - and who she was meant to become. In a world where darkness hunts the light, she must decide what's worth saving: her life, her love... or her legacy. *** This book has been entered into the Watty's! "Dear gods. Best book I have read here in eons!" "I am so in LOVE with this story!" "Been telling you all this time that you're an incredible writer and now the world gets to see it too. I'm so proud of you. This book is amazing and a true reflection of your talent and hard work." *** Highest ranking - #1 in Completed #1 in Werewolf #1 in Mates #5 in Paranormal #3 in Action The pictures used throughout the story are not mine, and all rights go to the owner/creator of the media. *Contains some strong language and mature themes*

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION