Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

She was out of options. She needed help, a concept that was once alien to her. But with her pride stripped away and guilt weighing her down, she no other choice. If not for her, then she would do it for the sake of her child. Silent and begrudging the hunter offered her his help, curiosity scoring through the back of his mind. There was something not right about the human, something he would get answers to. Warning: This will be graphic and sexual (I do not own Predator nor the cover art)

"Estelle, I will kill any man who stands in my way of having you. I will kill one to one thousand men!" I snarled, fury consuming me as her frightened eyes widened. Tears now slipping down her perfect cheeks. She had to understand. I would do anything to ensure that she stay by my side. Anything. "I-I do not want that," she whimpered. Her body shook as she wiped at the flushed skin of her face. My arms instinctively going around her slight body. Pulling her into me. She shook softly as she cried. I would not treat her as a child, she is my wife, my Queen. She should know what I am capable of and why. "You are a monster Loche," she sobbed out as I brought her closer to me. Her weak attempts at fighting my embrace were futile. I held her tighter as sobs racked her body. "I am your monster, Estelle." ___________ A Dragon Prince trained to be King. A Fae Princess trained to be herself. The oldest tale, dark and light mixing together to become something beautiful or disastrous?

Hello Humans (and Others), Changelings are rare creatures. Beautiful, mysterious, deadly, and a lot of other cool descriptive words that I just don't have the time to think of right now. If you don't know what a changeling is, then look it up. Or don't, it doesn't really matter to me. The descriptions in old Irish folklore aren't really true, anyway. (The Irish drink a lot, so I've heard. My best advice is to take their stories with a grain of salt). I know precisely what a changeling is, because I am one. Yes, I am a changeling, not a wolf. I am not a wolf shifter even though that is who I live with... now. Alive. Remember that. It's a long story, but so worth it. Because it's about me; the beautiful, mysterious, deadly... You get the idea. Yours, Innie P.S. There are objectionable things inside. Language, sex, maybe some violence involving stilettos and wolves...

Randi is, what she would call, undesirable. To her pack she is, what they would call, a nuisance. No matter what, or who, is talking about Randi, there is always something negative attached to it...except with one person. Insert Zane Slade, alpha of the Slade pack. To him, Randi is the most beautiful thing that he's ever seen. Maybe all it took was a new perspective to change the way she saw herself.

A companion piece to Haunting... Jessica pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the dirt that marred the delicate chemise. She did her best to stand tall, with her back straight, taking the beast head-on. She pointed to the salt circle. "You will never cross that line. It would be in your best interest to tell me how to get rid of you." Jessica's voice was stern, and strong and yet it elicited a harsh laugh from the demon. "Pretty thing thinks we will be sent away," he spoke slowly, his lips working carefully over sharp fangs. "Silly thing."