I glared up at him my eyes narrowed, "Excuse me?" I was beyond livid by the words that just came out of his mouth. My glare didn't falter when Parker towered over me, clenching his jaw while trapping me against his desk. "You heard me." Parker's voice was low and intimidating that it made me feel so small. But I wasn't going to let him get to me. Standing up taller, I snapped, "I will not be your personal toy, available for you to do just as you please! I do not want to be held captive against my will, and not even have a say in anything. To be honest, I don't even want a mate." "You will do everything and anything I say, do you hear me?" Parker growled grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. Without even thinking I said the first thing that came to my head but meant every word. "I, Jasmine Davis, reject you Alpha Parker Mason, as my mate." * Jasmine Davis is the daughter of the Beta of the Moonlit Waters Pack. She's sarcastic and having a mate is that last thing on her mind. Jasmine gets the attention of most of the male population in her pack but she ignores them. What happens when Jasmine's mate happens to be the ruthless Alpha of the neighboring pack, the Lunar Shadow Pack. What happens when she doesn't want a mate especially, Alpha Parker? * [Highest rank: #1] [WARNING] - mild language and some steamy scenes* [Unedited] Read at your own risk! [Published: November 2015] [Completed: July 2017]

Reanne Abby Lawson a 17 year old werewolf has yet to find a mate. She belongs to the Red Glare Pack. What happens when she goes to the mating ceremony. Jayden Ethan Willikins is the Red Glare pack's beta. What happens when he goes to the mating ceremony? Read to find out! Highest Ranking(HR): 787 on 26/2/18 HR: 683 on 16/3/18 Cover by: XNOelle

🌟🌟🌟🌟Prologue 🌟🌟🌟 "Do you know what is a night howl?" She stares, dumb struck by the elder she wolf's word. "No matter" the wolf replied walking around the little room placing a hand on her shoulder. "You'll learn, after all you might just need it one day" *** Thousands of years ago one group of people lived. Wolves. WEREwolves. Not NORMAL everyday werewolves taught by humans to their little children as scary bed time stories, who were harmed by silver and ripped people to shreds mercilessly for no apparent reason. In fact while these people knew about humans they pitied their existence. Building high walls to protect themselves from the unknown, from things they did not understand, corrupting and fighting against themselves to get ahead. They were not like anything they humans knew or taught themselves to believe. But even then one thing still remained true. They had a code, a system of rules that bound them to never step outside the boundary that kept their own reality from being revealed to the humans, that is until that terrible war that split this once harmonious group into two secs: the Wilds and the Regals. Wilds became the outcasts, inhabiting only the deep forests and only ever rarely seen by regals. While Regals, themselves lived within the walls built like humans, lived almost indefinitely like humans. Some say they might have forgotten how to shift. Now there is a new law between the groups: the coming together of a regal and wild is an offense by exile. But even then, there's always something much more sinister waiting in the darkness........not every wrong is really a wong.......... And mirrors make things look closer than they appear. *cover was done by my lovely friend, can't thank her enough @LittleRedConverse23, she's really great and so is her work, so go check her out😍* #Thesparklingawards #spiceoffawards #thebuttercupawards2020 #RoseAwards #fangheartawards2020

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

A wholesome love-at-first sight werewolf story where the mate isn't an Alpha, and they actually want to be together. Life as a rogue isn't easy, especially for a runt living in No Man's Land. Jade has gained an impressive set of skills over the years, such as evading ferals, camouflaging her scent, and sniffing out expensive truffles, but few packs want to accept a runt. When she finally gets invited into a pack, she picks up an irresistible scent. Her soulmate. Jade must decide if she's willing to grasp what is likely her only chance at unconditional love - or flee in case her potential mate rejects her and shatters her heart forever. ---- Excerpt: My steps faltered as I noticed that two of the pursuing wolves had sped ahead and were waiting to intercept me. I launched toward a tree and ricocheted off at a ninety-degree angle without slowing down. One of the wolves behind quickly followed and began closing in. I started to panic, looking around frantically for a way to escape. I saw a rabbit burrow under a small bramble bush and desperately raced towards it. I darted under the edge of the plant and heard the tan wolf go around as he expected me to come out the other side. It gave me the precious seconds I needed to squeeze down the tunnel. My relief was short-lived - the rabbit that dug this burrow had not survived long enough to finish it. The tunnel was only about twice as long as the average human arm, and I could clearly see the entrance. I sent a silent prayer that the bramble bush would deter them and that they would not realize just how shallow this burrow was. I waited anxiously. The entire semi-polished draft can be read for free on Wattpad. The polished version can also be purchased on Amazon in print/ebook/audio. Copyright January 2017. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story/plot. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *werewolf ranks* as long as credit is given.