"Don't move." His husky voice spoke below a whisper, my shoulders pressed against his muscular chest. I relaxed, feeling the small flutter of his wings as I reached out to stroke the long tempting feathers. His wings extended, slowly wrapping themselves around my body. "What are you doing?" I'd drop my arms to my side, with sudden realization. He chuckled lowly, leaning forward to place his face close to mine. His lips were dangerously close. "Protecting you." ********************* It is said that God's most precious and trusted creatures are the angels. They are guided by Him, and they obey His orders. They keep the mortals safe. There is eventually one accomplishment they seek to achieve for the human race. Purity. It is said that some turned away from Him, following Lucifer down to Earth and Hell, where they were banned from Heaven. The Fallen. Their wings black as night; their hearts even darker. It is said their dark possessed hearts can never be cured. Their strive for rebellion, death, torture, and power can never be taken away from them. Was I the only one to prove them wrong? ----------------------- HIGHEST RANKINGS: #8 in Paranormal

"Of all the beings among every planet in this vast universe...why is it you?" BTS V x Reader Alien AU ATTENTION : THIS IS IN NO WAY SUPPOSED TO BE OFFENSIVE TOWARDS TAE. EVERY MEMBER IS AN ALIEN.

On October thirty-first, at exactly eight o clock pm, a shrill scream cut itself through the air. The scream tore through the trees like a great shard of glass. It was the kind of scream that made little hairs stand up straight. It was a scream of desperation and wild panic. It was the scream of an incompetent dumbass... The person screaming was me. **** **** **** Meet Ember, a wild thick skinned Korean girl with no filter for her mouth. She's seventeen years old and at the peak of her adolescence. The girl is already filled with raging hormones. Throw in a crazy mom, an impulsive best friend, a hellish school, a secret past and you got yourself a recipe for disaster. Luckily for Ember, the fun doesn't end there. The question is; What will be the catalyst for her insanity? Read more to find out.

Ever since I was a little girl, I'd watched those of age walk off into the woods. Each one of them wore the finest of silks, adorned with jewels, hoping to please the moon goddess. Why, you may be asking. That's all because of our village tradition. As my birthday nears, I fear the day I'll be sent out into those woods. But what will happen if my heart pulls me towards it when my mind pushes me away?

“Did you really think that you could call me here and I’d just fall into your arms?!” she shouted. Without giving him a chance to speak, she continued. “I’ll just bet you did. Well, guess what dragon boy?! I don’t want this! I don’t want you! I didn’t ask to be brought here t-to…” Scarlett faltered in her words, quickly taking a step back as he approached her. His eyes blazed at her, a fierier of passion and anger. He stalked forward, following her step for step until her back was pressed against the cold hard ridges of the wall. “Don’t lie to me, Scarlett,” he said, his deep timbre sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. His hands came up to rest on the wall beside her head, effectively caging her. “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel what’s between us.” With each word he lowered his head, until the last word was spoken against her lips. His mouth opened and his tongue flicked out, brushing over her bottom lip, as he continued to stare into her eyes. She felt that flicker of his tongue to the core. She stood there, her body responding to his close proximity. How could he do this to her? He wasn’t supposed to be able to do this to her. He was a dragon-man for goodness sake! “I’m more than a dragon, Scarlett,” a new voice said. “I’m a man too.” Scarlett’s eyes widened as her gaze shot from the man before her to the man behind him. What the hell? She looked back and forth between the two.

"Whoever said opposites attract, clearly haven't met us," Miranda made a decision, a decision that she had to live for, for the rest of her very long, boring life. Blake was bored, and he had been for the past 3 centuries, till he met her. And now she was indebted to him. That was till a new man came onto the scene, Alpha Cal, and Cal was going to do anything possible to make her his, even if that meant he had to go against one of the strongest vampires of all times.

Blue ; the female who defined lethal. The defier of convention, a shifter as brutal as she was engaging. A woman with a will of iron and the soul of a true warrior. A shifter known for her lethal skill set. The sole offspring of a black leopard-African lion mix mother and a polar bear-wolf hybrid father. She was as unique as her genetic makeup; and as lethal as the world's deadliest poison. But sometimes, even the toughest of warriors need a comfort in their life; the comfort of love. #2 Beast book.

Outcasted, different, and above all, dangerous. Eden never meant for life to be this way, never wanted to be viewed as a threat by those who were supposed to love and cherish her, but nothing ever goes the way it's supposed to. Alone and isolated, Eden scares everyone she meets, carrying with her the possibility of death and destruction, ever since she was a child. No one touches her, no one even dares come near... until him. © Claudia Stevens 2019

Running. It was what Althea was good at. She'd been doing it for years, following her brothers instructions in order to stay invisible. When she stumbles into a small town, everyone seems to notice her. One person in particular seems to have his eye on her. Feeling like she's being watched at every moment, she decides to leave as soon as possible. But when the full moon hits, everything changes, and it doesn't seem like she has much choice but to stay. With a past chasing behind her and a secret of her own to keep, will she be able to stay. Or will broken wings mend themselves?

Rather than cold, the word lonely suits him better. His cynical smile, his eyes - they all look empty. It was like he was tired of everything; traditions, the world, fate. I turned to face him and asked for his name. He only answered, "Noah", as if understanding my reason for questioning. As he opened his mouth to announce that my time is up, we both froze and stared at each other incredulously. It seemed that the world was keen to make a plot twist in my ending story and the empty pages of his life to pair us up as destined mates. His face was torn in between shock, joy and terror. He called out my name and reached out for me, to pull me away from the cliff of my supposedly destined place of death. It pained me to see him that way, so afraid and hopeful, but it pained me more to even imagine a life with a sadistic mate like him. So I jumped, into the dark abyss of death, away from the terrors of my mate.