Artemis was content living alone. She was practically raised by the forest and was happy with being a rogue. However, an encounter with one of the most ruthless packs and their alpha shakes her and leaves her questioning her identity and purpose in life. ............... "Remember who you're talking to, Mate," he growled. He dipped his head to my neck, trailing his nose from ear to my nose. I bit my lip, trying to fight the urge to moan. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped when I felt his tongue lick the sensitive spot behind my ear. He began trailing sloppy, open mouth kisses along my throat and neck, and stopped where my neck met my shoulder. He paused and I fought my hands out of his grasp but he tightened them. He hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to avoid falling. As I opened my mouth to protest I felt his sharp teeth pierce the skin. A loud moan escaped my parted lips as pleasure and pain mixed and coursed through my veins in a dizzying mix. Responding to moan, he pushed his hips into mine and I felt his hardened bulge at my center. He ground into me, giving me that much needed friction while he licked the blood off my neck and sealed the bite wound. He pulled his face away from my neck and I whimpered at the loss of contact. His eyes were dark, swirling with his anger and lust and his canines glinted a bright red, his mouth smeared with my blood. "You're mine and I will never let you leave," He roared. .......... Audiences 18 and up. Mature content.

My name is Phoenix, and I am a twenty two year old warlock. Both of my brothers have been torn away from their lives by other supernaturals, but they seem to be doing just fine. Me? Not so much. My fate lies with a sex crazed shifter, so life isn't so fun for me. Despite everything, my brothers got their unusual happily ever afters, and I try to be happy for them, I really do. But being happy for someone else is hard when you're going through your own personal hell. A hell you can't escape from, no matter how hard you try. *CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE BOOK OR PART OF A SERIES* *This is the third book, I would recommend reading 'Under His Control' then 'Becoming His Pet' first, but it's up to you. I will make a few references to characters and events in those stories, which would be easier to understand it you read them first. But if you're still here, I hope you enjoy ^.^ (Also I'm kinda proud of making the cover, even though I just photoshopped two images together xD)

Classes are divided when students hit 15, due to the impending presentation of their secondary genders. This means there is no contact between the classes, until they leave school and begin to look for their mate. Bakugo is an Alpha. Or so he thinks. Dabi is about to shake up his entire life, making him question everything he thought he knew. And Bakugo wants nothing more than to just go back to how things were before the Alpha walked into his classroom.

"Why are you here?" "You called for me, young warlock. I've heard a lot about you from The Beyond. Thank you for summoning me into your world, by the way" he smirked at me, so close now I could feel his breath on my face. I'd hoped I would never see one of his kind. And I wish I never had. ~~~ As a kid, Storm has never had much freedom. He wasn't allowed to go to school until year seven because his father was afraid he'd reveal himself to the general population, the humans, the people Storm and the others of his kind are sworn to protect. Because Storm isn't an ordinary nineteen year old, as much as he'd love that to be the case. He's a warlock in training, taking a sports course during the day and learning magic with his father at night. He's always been a sensible boy, until he made the greatest mistake of his life... A mistake he may live to regret for eternity.

What if the world of spirits is closer than you'd think? What if they lived alongside us day-to-day. It's been almost 15 years since these two worlds were combined fully. An insane necromancer used a ritual to arise King Maxwell the IV from the dead to be his servant, but things go horribly wrong when the king comes back with his entire army and goes to war with the living. How can they fight something that is already dead? Now that the old king is at rule it's normal to see a headless man strolling the streets on his way to work. Donovan along with thousands of people who are still alive and haven't commit suicide are trying to get along in their harsh world, but living with the undead can cause more problems than it's worth when the king declares that one of his son's is to be engaged and he wants a human. Cover by: xenomorphius

The world is ending. Millions being killed off and millions being captured. But by what? Monsters roam the planet now, but one race overthrows them all. This race are born savages, created to feast on another. Relying on the human race for stability, survival, and well, food. Sketch and his brother Sam have finally found their safe haven, and have lived inside the clearing for four years now. Sketch is the cutest boy you'll ever meet, but has the strictest older brother. Sketch just wants to help out and grow up. But what would happen if someone or something disturbed that peace. That someone wanted Sketch for his own, with a few complications on the way. Orion is an Ancient Vampire. The eldest and most powerful of his kind. He is only trying to rule his reign as peacefully as possible, taking hunting trips and doing other Vampire business. But one day he lays his eyes on the most beautiful human he has ever seen. He knows right away that he wants this human, to be his beloved. And no one will stand in his way. Cause after all he is the most powerful creature on the earth. [NONE AND I MEAN NONE OF THESE PHOTOS ARE MINE. I EITHER FOUND THEM ON THE INTERNET OR ON DEVIANT ART. I TAKE NO CREDIT IN ANY PRODUCTION, DESIGN, OR PROSPECT OF THE DRAWINGS.] Note: please forgive me, I wrote this when I was thirteen. (COMPLETED)

Chezden didn't think his life would come to this. Being forced to cross-dress and be dubbed as 'Teo' in public places definitely wasn't something he would ever consider putting on his bucket list. Having to wear a dress and style his hair everyday to draw in customers to his father's business was something he didn't look forwards to, but it was a must. It worked well, not surprising, as people around the area had found that black hair and emerald green eyes were absolutely a die-for. With the money he made, going out for dinner with older men and women and drawing them into his father's company doors he could've started his own business. But Chezden had an even bigger secret. Something nobody would EVER believe him for. Chezden had the ability to talk to the God of Subconsciousness. The God that was only accessible through sleep. He befriended the strange entity and became attached. Somiar... Every night he would go to sleep, he would appear in that throne room, tell him about his day, tell him all the things he wished were different. A place to express, a free place to finally be able to breathe. But the cycle didn't stop. Wake up, swoon men and women, go out for dinner with them, fall asleep, repeat. It was sickening, tiring. He wanted it all to end. So what happens when Chezden's 'friend' offers him a deal? To go through dreams that acted like thousands of different universes just to remain asleep? To never have to be in pain or drowned in sorrow ever again? Of course he'd take it. And all he had to do was get to the end of it all. (Spoiler Warning: SAD story) (RATED MATURE for Sexual mentions/possible doings, abuse, violence/swearing and depression/suicide. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.)

Sleep, wake and work have always been the centre of Laura Wall's life. One of the most talented Medical Examiners in New York City, Laura is no stranger to the dead- not that she's ever believed the many strange tales surrounding them- Well, she's about to be in for a very big surprise. Laura has the highest knowledge there is to be had of the dead, but can she survive a lifelong course in being un-dead? Please don't forget to like, vote, comment, and share with your friends :-*

I felt myself staring at the boy. New...? Is that what the others said? But... he didn't look like a newborn, in fact, he looked 16... couldn't have been born yesterday, right? I sat there confused, staring in his direction. He was drawing, a notebook placed in his lap as his pencil gently scratched against the paper. It was then, a certain smell hit my nose. I sniffed the air softly, trying not to pull too much attention towards myself. My eyes flickering around as I tried to determine where they were. One of my kind is nearby... a demon...? An Astra in this school? But... why? I closed my eyes tightly, rubbing my temples gently as I tried to think over the entire class talking and making noise. I have to find the other one of my kind... I want to know why they're here... What would they be doing here...? Astra's don't come up to the surface at all. --- Nova is an Astra demon, a monster is what some would say. His species is emotionless- other than him, of course. He's known as 'defective,' where he actually HAS emotions. Though, they're strong, too strong for him to control. He ran away from the underground, not wanting to live in Hell any longer than he had to. More specifically, the 1st layer. So now he's known as a 'Rogue,' since he's the only Astra left on the surface. But what happens when he meets Ara? Another one of his kind? [WARNING: Torture, Depression, Blood and Gore, Violence] {Possible Trigger Warning?}