"You were made for me," he says while stroking my cheek. "You belong to me." He threads his fingers through my hair, then yanks my hair back making me gasp and look into his amber orbs. "But if you so much as talk to another man, I'll punish you. Then you will sit and watch me kill him. Slowly." I knew he was serious. Alpha Landyn Westman was always serious. LeeAna Harrison was 17 when she first met her mate, Landyn Westman. He was 18 and the star of the school considering he was the next alpha. Landyn has been waiting for his mate since he was a kid. She couldn't avoid him forever, and he will never let her go. WARNING: This is not a cliché werewolf story. The first ten chapters are dark. Prepare to feel mixed emotions. You have been warned. ** IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE OR A CHILD THEN DONT READ THIS STORY** Highest Rank: #1 in Werewolf

Ved dit attende år må du deltage i 'Udvælgelsesballet'. Hunner med store kjoler og højt hår. Hanner med attituder og traditioner. -- ,,Keder det dig virkelig så meget at være her?" Spørger en dyb stemme og jeg åbner hurtigt mine øjne i søgen efter den person der tør ødelægge min alene-tid. Jeg finder en høj og meget muskuløs mand stående op af væggen, skyggerne gemmer hans ansigt. ,,Det er uden tvivl den kedeligste fest jeg nogensinde har været til." Siger jeg uden at kigge væk fra ham. ,,Hvis jeg havde vidst hvor kedeligt det ville være, så havde jeg taget en bog med." Han griner lavt. ,,Meningen er også du skal være social, lille ulv." -- ,,Kom, min lille ild-ulv." Siger en stemme højt og jeg bliver drejet mod scenen af en af de store ulve. Felix smiler til mig selvtilfreds og holder hans hånd ud til mig. Jeg ryster på hovedet og bliver stående hvor jeg er, men bliver trukket mod scenen af ulvene omkring mig og Felix hiver mig til hans bryst og han smiler smug til mig. ,,Jeg sagde jo du nok skulle blive valgt, lille ulv."

Jeg gnider mine arme op af træet i et forsøg på at komme væk. Men hvem prøver jeg at narre? Døden? Ha! Jeg er allerede dødsdømt. Jeg holder vejret, mens jeg skræmt lukker øjnene og kigger til siden, alle mine muskler spændt og hænder knyttet. Dens varme ånde puster varmt på min hud, og gåsehud spreder sig straks. Jeg rører mig ikke ud af flækken. Om mindre end et minut er jeg død og halvt revet over. Nyd de sidste sekunder, Rose! Min næse kilder pludselig og jeg presser hårdt mine øjenlåg sammen og stønner kort, inden jeg freaking nyser det enorme væsen op i hovedet! ~•~ Rose skal flytte til Alaska, hvilket umiddelbart ikke virker som et farligt sted, vel? Men hver 20 år forsvinder en pige fra den lille by Homer - en gåde ikke engang politiet kan løse. Hvad nu hvis den pige bliver Rose? Rose ser pludselig verden på en helt anden måde, og ligeså viser verden Rose en anden side af sig selv, en side som normalt kun findes i bøger. Men hvilken?

"A King is not complete without his Queen." This is a story. A story that is far too unreal for anyone believe. A story that everyone should believe in. A story about love and death. A story so powerful that even the greatest and scariest leaders will kneel for it. A story about a woman and a man. A story of how a tiny mere human girl who made the werewolf King kneel in front of her because she shed a tear. This is not the fairytale that you thought you knew COMPLETED

Charlotte has kept her wolf a secret her entire life. She knows she is the first born heir to an Alpha, but her mother refuses to tell her who her father is. After seeking refuge in a small pack, her world is suddenly shaken when she is chosen by the beast. The man that everyone fears. The man that claims her as his mate and the man that will change her life as she knows it.

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Prince of Werewolf's, Alto August Nolan has been searching for his life mate for years, traveling all around the world. The 'Dark' prince soon gives up though when his search comes up empty- and returns to attend the Blue Moon Ceremony. *~*~*~*~* Because of her past Fayette is an omega within her pack. Sealing away her darkness, Fayette resolves to 'be the sun'. Alpha Bruno decides to take her and several omega's to help with the Blue Moon Ceremony. *~*~*~*~* What will happen when these two finally meet? The Dark Prince and the Sun. Will pride get in the way? Or will love turn into ashes? Fate has more in store for them than they will ever know. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Life has been difficult for Rebecca and other humans every since the werewolves took over. She has to abide by their strict rules and it is almost against Rebecca's nature to do so. But for the sake of her family, she does. When life seemed as if it couldn't get anymore difficult, The Alpha who has made life a living hell for the humans, visits town. Things turn from bad to worse for Rebecca when he claims she is his Mate. (P.S. I wrote this book when I was sixteen years old. The way I wrote then, and the way I write now, is different. However, if you choose to read this book, I hope you enjoy it.) 💕 Copyright © 2016 by Faith Hunte All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without written permission from the author. The image used on the cover art belongs to its respective owner.

*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