My name was once Mia Elizabeth Vauthier. I was the princess of a great land where wolves, grander than any other creature shifted freely between animal and man. Where nature and its inhabitants lived together in an uninterrupted harmony. Where the supernatural was not abhorred by those arrogant beings that called themselves humans. Here the supernatural was just as part of nature as the trees and the grass, just as the Goddess had wished it to be. Since the day of my birth, I had been the envy of all the land. I would be powerful I would be great I would be blessed by the Goddess... Or so they had thought. When I was meant to shed my fragile human skin and flow smoothly in the Goddess' blessed creature of the night, I did not. It did not happen when I was sixteen, or seventeen, or eighteen. The shock had been like steaming water, trickling down the naked skin, tearing skin as it went leaving ugly marks that could never be removed. I became stained. The Princess who was an omega and not just an omega, a wolfless omega. An empty shell, a box with no contents, a heart with no blood. Just an empty vessel. I wished so desperately to fill the empty space with something worth more than the haunting echoes of what should have been but that was not my fate. Instead the once beloved princess I was cast aside, thrust into a tower with no promise of a prince to rescue me. The only dragon that guarded me was my own mind, a sharp weapon which would slowly poison me. I thought nothing could save me... Perhaps it is still too late.

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

Both were born unwanted by their birth parents and were placed into the foster system. Fortunately, they were placed into the same foster home and together, Avery and Ian became like two peas in a pod. No matter how hard things got, if they had each other, things were okay. Until Ian got adopted. However, before he left for his new family, the two best friends decided to make a pact. In exactly fifteen years on the exact date at ten o'clock, they would meet at their secret spot. But fifteen years is a long time. While one grew up knowing of love, family and support, and the other knew only of heartaches, pain and disappointment. Will the two still be able to reconnect like they'd plan or are thing just to different. A story about love, jealousy, laughter, tears, healing, pain and a little bit of everything else.a

🔮🤰◝.*･ﾟ "𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?"

It started off with him catching them in the act, then with then involving him in the forbidden rendezvous. Who knew a Fae, an Incubus and a Dragon shifter could all share a romantic connection.

Katherine (Katrina)Bane NOUN KATH-rin, kə-TREE-nə 1. An ancient warlock. synonyms: mighty, powerful, old, mystical, intriguing, all knowing; 2. The adopted Bane. synonyms; passionate, amazing, intelligent, beautiful, sassy, funny; Alexander (Alec) Lightwood NOUN al-əg-ZAN-dər, AL-ək 1. A shadowhunter. synonyms: lawful, protecter, fighter, fierce, dependable, strict, parabatai; Love NOUN ləv 1. An intense feeling of deep affection. synonyms: deep affection, fondness, attachment, endearment; "The Bane's and Lightwood's became a family based on unconditional love and support for one another." 2. A deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone. synonyms:give/lose one's heart to; "I could spend the rest of my immortal life wrapped up in his arms and I would live a happy life."

I was walking to my locker when I heard someone calling for somebody. "Hey! Little cutie!" They called. I kept waking, since no one noticed me and I doubted that it would've started then. It was a hallway full of cute girls, all of them much cuter than me, so why would they be calling for me? They whistled. "Shortie with the ponytail!" They called, their voice now closer to me. I still kept walking to my locker since there were still several other girls, who were taller than me but still relatively short, wearing ponytails. I felt a light tap on my shoulder once I got to my locker. I turned around and my breath caught in my throat at who was talking to me. Maximus King. The hottest guy in all of Hillside High. With his jet black hair that was always messy but still looked amazing, his steel grey eyes that all the girls talked about, his sharp jawline that could cut someone, his tall, six-foot five inches form that towered over me, and his strong form that could easily take out pretty much all of the guys in school, he was what every girl looked for. He had a bit of a bad reputation, well, a lot of a bad reputation, but most girls didn't care about that. I cared, and was very afraid of him and all of his friends except for Xander. In fact, if he had a reputation of sleeping around, I think I would've avoided him like the plague. Good thing he only flirted with girls and never slept, kissed, or touched them. "Hey, shortie, I was talking to you," he said with his deep voice. I cleared my throat after a few seconds of me gaping at him. "S-sorry. I-I didn't k-know," I squeaked. He chuckled. "I even said 'shortie with the ponytail!' yet you still didn't know." I gulped. "That's cute," he said. Amethyst Stone, a short, four-foot eleven inches girl that Maximus King has taken an interest to. When? You'll find out. Why? He could tell you, but don't get your hopes up. Will it work out? Read if you really want to know. 12/21/18- 8/8/19- 12/27/20

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"I'd suggest you fix that bratty little attitude before I fix it for you over my knee" *** Watching the only world she'd ever known burn around her was one thing... and losing the one person who was tied closest to her since birth was another. Yet both things happened, and scars were left on the mind of Maia who retreated into her herself as a last form of saving grace. A Lycan was the first creation of the Moon Goddess, and Lucien happened to be the Alpha of a pack of such. Cold, analytical, and especially decisive as an Alpha male, Lucien had everything under control... except for a mate. Who finally presented herself in the form of complete sugar and sweet innocence even he couldn't resist.

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.