"I want you." With a touch as light as a feather, Cillian hooked a thick finger under her chin to get a better look at her face. "Look at me." Slowly, her eyes cracked open, but she didn't dare meet his eyes. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a warning. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked at him- I mean, really looked at him. His golden eyes were as direct, not even blinking as much as the average person. They glistened in the moonlight that peeked through the blinds, bringing an inhuman shine to them. A satisfied smile stretched across his lips until his prominent canines made an appearance. A finger tugged on the collar of her shirt and dragged it down- just enough to reveal the mark that was imprinted forever on her delicate neck. "Do remember what this means?" It was this speech, this deep, heavy voice of his that immediately set him apart from everyone else. No longer able to hold his gaze, her eyes fell and she shook her head. His hand caught somewhere behind her neck and base of her jaw to tilt her head back so her eyes met his. "I think you do." He persisted. His other hand came up to lightly brush the hair back away from her face. "What are we, hmm?" His fingers trailed down the curves of her body until they settled on her hips to gently tug her closer, pulling a sharp inhale from her. With their bodies pressed together, hearts racing in sync, and butterflies fluttering in both of their stomachs, she peeked up at him once more. A shudder shot down her spine as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his hot breath fanning against the mark. "C'mon, say it." He breathily taunted. With a shaky breath, she whispered, "we're mates." - ranks - #1 new story #1 wolf # 2 alpha

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

~ Side Story von "Paws on Glass" ~ Er versucht, Utopia ein für alle Mal auszuschalten und geht über Leichen. Allein hat er sich auf die Suche nach den letzten Jägern und Wissenschaftlern dieser Untergrundorganisation gemacht. Als sein Weg den von Mona kreuzt, hält er inne. Sie ist anders. Forsch. Nicht auf den Mund gefallen und doch so zerbrechlich wie es alle Menschen in seinen Augen sind. Kann sie seine selbstmörderische Misson beenden? [Es ist durchaus hilfreich, wenn ihr Paws on Glass bereits gelesen habt, es ist aber ausdrücklich kein Muss, um dieser Side Story folgen zu kommen und sie zu verstehen] © Copyright kaddyabby

Kathleen stolpert in ein Geheimnis, von dem sie als Mensch niemals erfahren sollte und stürzt sich damit in eine Welt, die ihr sonst verschlossen geblieben wäre. Als Kathleen einen verletzten und ziemlich großen Hund vor ihrer Haustür findet, konnte sie noch nicht ahnen, wohin sie diese Begegnung führen würde. Erst wird aus dem geretteten Straßenhund ein Junge und dann stehen plötzlich zwei fremde Männer nachts bei ihr in der Wohnung.Schnell findet sie sich in einem Kampf zweier ihr zuvor fremder Fronten wieder. Auf der einen Seite die sagenhaften Werwölfe, auf der anderen Seite eine Organisation, die es sich zur Aufgabe gemacht hat, diese Wesen zu vernichten. Mittendrin eine junge Frau, deren Leben auf einmal ein anderes zu sein scheint, als sie sich jemals hätte träumen lassen. Wem kann sie trauen und wem ist ihr Leben wichtig? Cover Design by SPIRITEDAMAY © Copyright kaddyabby

Katy Freeman lebt schon schon ihr ganzes Leben lang in der kleinen Stadt Garvin Lakes. Sie ist eine gute Schülerin und führt eigentlich ein ganz normales Leben, doch nach einer Party zum 18. Geburtstag ihres Klassenkameraden Cameron verändert für sie alles. Doch als wäre das nicht schon genug, gelangt sie ins Visier von Werwolfjägern, die ihr nach dem Leben trachten. Kommt sie da heil wieder raus oder stürzt alles um sie herum zusammen? Und was hat ihr langjähriger Nachbar Cameron damit zu tun? #4 in Werwolf (22.11.18) #9 in Übernatürliches (01.11.18) Start: 22.04.18 3. Platz beim "Sunset Award 2018"

Highest Rank : #1 in Werewolf Category. When Chriselda stumbles upon the land of the Dawnfall Depths Pack to save her friend, she comes across her mate. She thought that he will run towards her, hold her in his arms and kiss her passionately. But none of these things happen. Her mate doesn't run towards her neither holds her in his arms and neither kisses her passionately. Instead of a loving mate, she finds a cold-hearted Alpha standing in front of her. And they always say that there's a story behind every cold Alpha. [NOTE : Not a Rejection Story. I believe that rejections don't exist in the werewolf world. If rejection existed, then werewolves wouldn't be having mates. I really find the idea of rejecting your mate absurd because mates are supposed to be the one for you, the one you cannot live without and the one who is supposed to be your soul mate. So, don't take this story as another rejection story. Also, I'm working really hard to make this story as non-cliché as possible. If you're bored of the cliché werewolf stories and want to read something unique, then you've selected the right book to read. I hope you'll enjoy reading this story.]

#1 in Werewolf - #1 in Mate The world is at war with something they told themselves didn't exist. Samantha was born into this world and has always lived her life in fear of the world's newest predator; however, she has a plan for freedom and nothing is going to stop her from achieving it. Not even Samuel. *** I ran straight into the rocks but whipped back around when I realized I was trapped. When I came face to face with the man again, I reached for my backpack and snapped open my pepper spray. The lid came undone and a burning liquid erupted from the tube, covering my attacker's face. I waited for him to recoil so I could break away, but he didn't move. In fact, all he did was bring his shirt up to his eyes to wipe away the oozing liquid. I stared with wide eyes, glancing between the man and the bottle in my hand. Then, it hit me. Pepper spray worked on humans.