{ This book is now published on Amazon } It use to be a rare thing. Seeing a female werewolf. It was almost like their were no such thing. But now female werewolves have the same population as males. Except for Lycans. Their has only ever been two female Lycans in history. Alvery Fabre was the first ever female Lycan. She and her mate George Rosai had a daughter. Only their daughter is the most powerful werewolf on the planet. For both of her parents were Lycans. Her name is Della Rosai. The female Lycan Highest Ranking in Romance #1 Werewolf #6 Mystery #8 ~ Cover By Cookiies_and_Cream ~ { Thank You }

Welcome to the nation. Welcome to the place where everything is monitored... everything is portioned... everything is perfectly under control... Everything except the SkyTrain Holland Renner was aboard. In a matter of seconds, Holland finds herself in a world she didn't know existed. Before, she was free within limits. Now, she's one of 400 others. Before, Holland was at least human. Now, she's not so sure. All she knows is that she needs to endure and survive. But what does this have to do with SkyTrain 267-B? Click the "Start Reading" button to uncover the secrets buried within the core of Holland's society. WATTY AWARD WINNER 2015!

Reece Bremer goes through life with a scowl and cold personality. Jessica Andrews goes through life with a glowing smile and positive outlook. Reece looks at life with dull, judgmental eyes that make him hate the world and the people living in it. Jessica, well... She looks at life through a camera. Literally. They're polar opposites, and that's what sparks Reece's immediate hate for Jessica the moment they meet. All he sees is a girl with the best life, put in the category of those who get everything handed to them on a silver platter. But who says Jessica's life is like that? Just like a photograph, there's more to the story than what you see. Stumbling across one of Jessica's hidden portfolio might reveal that her happiness isn't all that true. Behind that smile and each picture she takes, holds a thousand words of a very big secret - one that Reece is determined to find out. And who knows? It just might change everything between them. cover by dysanic || 2015 watty's winner for talk of the town ||

Ellie is more dog than wolf, and more wolf than human. Ellie is a werewolf but she is forced to stay in wolf form and treated like a dog. She doesn't remember her past much, just that her parents are dead, and under no circumstance can she shift back. Cramped in her 3x2 cage with a couple rags, a tiny water bowl and food bowl that is usually empty. She lives her life sleeping in her own feces only to come out and play dog. Forced to do tricks or get punished yet again. That all changes one day when another pack comes to eliminate hers. Tyler alpha of the SilverMoon pack attacks the RedPaw pack for its cruelty towards its pack mates. Upon arrival a fight breaks out. SilverMoon, victorious scavenges the territory for survivors. Tyler stumbles upon a cage in the basement where he sees a severely matted and emaciated wolf who just happens to be his mate. Read their story here. A story of healing and overcoming past experiences and making new memories.

Isabella finds out that the man she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with, had not only dumped her to marry another but also to find out she is pregnant with his child. Isabella is in her final year in college and if life wasn't already throwing enough obstacles in her path what happens when a man comes on to the scene making her already messed up life even more confusing. Read on to find out more........

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Mankind is evolving. Some love it, some fear it. Some embrace it, some envy it. For Zoey, the evolution of man has always been in the darkest part of her closet. A place no one touches. Only her family knew of her secret, and her stepfather never let the fact that Zoey was different disappear. But with mankind evolving, Zoey will soon figure out her own evolution is about to change more than she wants it too.

[Featured Wattpad Story] A girl cast into the future, navigating a dystopian wilderness with her friends. Leona and some friends are hiking in the rain, on a school excursion. She would prefer to be elsewhere. Suddenly, nausea takes hold of her. Then everything turns dark, and a clapping noise rips her world apart. They awake in the future. In an abandoned land of deserted, overgrown ruins, they have to fight for their lives. On her way through the wilderness, Leona discovers the bitter taste of pain, loneliness, and defeat. And when she finally finds other survivors, they are not what she expected. Genre: Somewhere between Science-Fiction and Adventure, and somewhere between Robinson Crusoe and The Hunger Games. Winner in the category "Post-Apocalyptic" of the Ooorahs! 2017 #1 in Science Fiction in September 2018

To a human, werewolves don't exist, and you're crazy if you believed in the myth. That is what Alana thought of them; a myth. That is, until she meets one. Alana Smith is your average girl. Her parents live in another state after she moved away from them to live with her brother, her brother is barley home, she has a stable job she doesn't dread waking up for and she has friends she loves who love her back. She is your typical 23 year old. To a werewolf, humans are blind creatures who are so naive they don't realise what's living around them. Werewolves despise them. That's what Michael did; until he met Alana. Michael Black, a rogue who has connections to make his life easier, had always wanted his mate, someone who he could keep for life without fear of them leaving or turning on him. Mix the two together, add jealously, possessiveness, hatred, a pack, friends, family and some other drama and you've got the story, of Alana and Michael. I WROTE THIS AGES AGO, THE GRAMMAR AND SPELLING IS HORRIBLE!!!! I use ' for talking marks, not ". I use the wrong your, you're, their, they're, there as well and many other mistakes Please don't correct me as I have passed the phase of writing 'Red' and won't go around and edit it :)

COMPLETED. A tear slides down my cheek and my assaulter stands upright again, sending me a smirk as he wipes the tear away. His canines are splattered with scarlet blood -my blood- and when I touch the place he bit me with my finger, it comes back covered in red. "I'll see you soon, Cami. You'll see, things will only be more exciting from here." He turns his back to me to walk away but suddenly stops, turning his head back to me. "Has your sister mentioned me at all?" My mouth falls open and no sound comes out so he just shakes his head with a laugh. "Ah... she likes to keep me a secret. Until the next, Camilla..." And with that, he is gone right before my eyes. It's as if the bubble pops because when I close my eyes and open them again, the halls are completely empty and I'm panting against the wall. I bring my hand to the bite on my neck. Nothing. It comes back clean. A terrified sigh escapes my lips and I slide down the wall, staring into emptiness. °°°° Copyright All Rights Reserved@2016 Sophia Kjeldbjerg