He is said to be the strongest alpha in the world. Steel they would call him, as his name was unknown but still, everyone shook in fear when he was mentioned. That is everyone besides her. She is the spitfire of the pack with icy eyes, an ironic combination don't you think. Bold were her words and actions that supported the fire brewing inside of her, making her stand out from the sea of submission. Yet that kind heart of hers helps balance out the temper she possesses and the fierce mind she owns. They call him Steel for a reason, but even the strongest steel bends under fire. Right? What happens when they meet and turn out to be mates? Will the fire inside of her be the fire that melts him or burn them apart? With a hidden secret and a possessive alpha on her hands, will she be able to escape her past? This book is currently on hold, I'm sorry to those who have been waiting for updates. WARNING: Contains mature content and curse words.

How would Clary's story be told if the Shadow World never existed? What if her brother wasn't part demon and was just a normal teen like her? (This is my first story and I tend to drone on and on about things so go easy on me. Sorry if it's bad...)

What if Clary was raised by Magnus, when Jocelyn left her at his doorstep? Read to find out! (cheesy, I know but give it a try!). Clace, Malec, and some Sizzy. Rated T for swearing.

What if Sebastian was connected to Clary instead of Jace? +++ "We are one, little sister, you and I," It was Sebastian's voice echoing in her head. His voice was almost calming and Clary felt completely at ease. "We are one." +++ Inspired by City of Lost Souls. All rights go to Cassandra Clare.

My name is Clary Morgenstern. I'm sixteen years old and have been living with my dad ever since my parents divorced. After six years of moving from place to place we're back in New York. Only I'm not an innocent ten year old girl anymore. I have scars. I have my ghosts. And above all--I have my secrets. I was hoping to start fresh with everyone I met in New York. I wanted to find love and happiness. I wanted to leave the constant path of horrors that follows me and maybe get off. But as my mother used to say... The carousel never stops turning. And I'm just not what I seem. WARNING: Trigger warning. Do not read if you are depressed and get triggered easily at the mention of suicide and cutting. Because trust me, there is a lot of both.

This is a short story about how Sebastian kidnaps clary