Erika is ....... unique. Her father is a werewolf , her mother is a vampire, and to top it off her mother's family had a long line of werecats. It gets even better. At the age of 2 both of her parents die. The pack that once adored her family turned on her and made her life a living hell. Every since that dreaded day her life had been filled with pain. And that's not all. Her family had many different supernatural abilities. Erika got all of them. There will be some smut in here, so beware. A vampire like body, having to drink blood to survive. A wolf named Charlie, who needs animal meat to stay at peace . Finally, a werecat named Neco, she needs to be able to run about. To find her mate and forever be happy . But how can a 'failure' like Erika ever have a mate.

Did you think werewolves were the most superior of all werecreatures? Then think again! There is one more powerful, more intelligent, more dominating than any other out there. They are the werecats, the ones standing at the top of the were-chain. Miela Thompson, a soon-to-be werecat lived peacefully with her parents, as well as the other werecats but that all changed when the werewolves invaded their territory slaughtering everyone in sight. Amidst the fighting, she alone got away but has harboured a deep hatred for werewolves ever since. What happens when she gets her werecat form and later meets her mate, who turns out to be a werewolf? What happens if that werewolf was in the same pack that was part of the massacre? Will she seek revenge for her fallen comrades or will she submit to the mate bond that binds her to her mate? Original story #91 in werewolf stories #4 in werecat stories ^-^

I am Sophia. This year I have to be in The Mating games, but unlike most of them I will fight till the end. What happens when Sophia's mate ends up being the most powerful alpha in the world. Will she fight or will she submit? Or will she end up fighting against something much worse?

“Fuck,” I whisper, shutting my eyes and clunking my head to the door. “Where were you going, Scar?” Ace breathes, smirking like he’s been dying to do this all morning. Might as well not lie. “I was going to hot wire your car and drive back to California, grab all my cash, fly to Europe, live there for a couple weeks, and then drink myself to death.” His smirk drops. “That’s not funny.” “Never said it was.” A quiet moment drifts through as I lazily stare at him. “You’re serious?” “Yep.” Scarlett Hunter is only 19 and has already killed 65 vampires. It's drilled into her mind that vampires are bad, and they always will be. That is, until Ace Caplin decides to enter her world via her kitchen.