The Unlikely - Claws and Carrots Sometimes fate doesn't knock-it crashes in with fangs, fluff, and feelings you didn't ask for. Quinn never expected freedom, let alone a safe place to rest his paws. A bunny shifter with a gentle heart and a stash of suppressants, he's spent his life running from danger and hiding who he is. But everything changes when he's taken in by Noah-a tall, brooding Alpha with secrets stitched into her sharp smile and silver eyes. Noah didn't expect her new houseguest to shake her world. She certainly didn't expect to crave the soft, twitchy-eared Omega... or for the scent of his heat to awaken something primal and terrifyingly real inside her. But love is messy when instincts clash, identities unravel, and the past won't stay buried. With heat rising-literally-and trust hanging by a whisker, can this unlikely pair find a future together? #Mature

Baine is a normal vampire. He works at his sire's club The Vampire's Kiss as a bartender and does not wish for anything more in life. That all changes when the eyes that have been following him have decided to make an appearance. In the form of a temperamental soon to be dragon king. As if that wasn't bad enough, now he has to deal with a whole horde of dragons that won't leave him alone. This story is rated R. Second book in the Supernatural Lovers series by @Ocean_Eyes831. Part of a series that can be read as a stand alone.

I am a ghost. A killer. A savior. A guardian. I am the vampyre prince. They think I was murdered by my uncle, the king - but I've been waiting, plotting, for this moment for two years. And he was never part of the plan - the alpha wolf making me question everything I've ever wanted. -------------- Reeve Rimeara is a young alpha, not yet ready to take his father's place and lead his pack, though his rising power can't be denied. Upon receiving his alpha rites, he is blessed with a sacred vision; one that shakes him to the core. And all too soon, his fate arrives at the border of his pack's land. Daire Heroux is the vampyre prince and a revered guardian, trained to be faster, stronger, and more lethal than any natural threat to the alpha wolf he might choose to one day serve. After his sire is murdered by the king, Daire fakes his own death to flee his coven and betray his kingdom, all in the hopes to untangle a web of murder and lies and bring vengeance upon the vampyre king. Reeve and Daire must stop battling each other, and themselves, before they can unite to try and stop a king whose power is unlike anything their world has ever known.

[Complete, + 18, MxM] Oliver, 28, human, is as normal as anyone can be. Wovyn, his new monster under the bed, isn't. Not that Oliver had any say in the imp moving in and messing up his quiet life, he was just baking cookies at the wrong moment. Well, at least Wovyn is hot. Cover art by @TegabiArt on Twitter.

For as long as Daeron can remember, every day has been exactly the same. The poor dumb beast lives in a dark, disgusting pit. He's only allowed out to fight in the arena for the amusement of the 'Watchers' and then, battered and bloody, the creature is returned to his rank hole. His life is one long misery. He does not think, he does not dream and he certainly does not hope. One day, something new falls down into his pit. It is incredibly small and incredibly beautiful. He decides to keep the tiny creature as his pet and he cares for it just as best as he can. Daeron's love grows and grows and grows until he would do anything to protect his beloved little treasure...and that includes seeking out the truth of who and what he really is. ~22,750 words

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

What happens when a newly engaged omega somehow becomes wrapped into the hands of three married men? ^ ^mxmxmxm LOOK AT TAGS BEFORE READING! BEST RANKING # #1 bxbxbxb #5 shifting #1 species #1 bmwm #3 alpha #4 mpreg #1 omega #2 abo PART OF THE OTHERWORLDLY SERIES

His family had thrown him away as a baby. Packs despised him. Alpha's used him. It wasn't his fault that he didn't shift to a wolf. He had the gene's but it just wasn't active. He'd been used for only one thing and taught that he was worthless and no one would ever want him. But after some trouble he is given away to another pack, my pack. He was small and timid. Could we convince him that this pack was as good as it seemed? Excerpt: Quiet, barely heard but he'd chuckled. He turned at the end and I saw his shirt catch a stack of pots. The fell breaking all over the floor. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I'll clean it up." he says dropping to his knees and raking at the glass. "Careful don't get cut." I grab his hands to pull him away. "I'm sorry." he's staring up at me in horror. "It's just pots." I say pulling him up. "I'm sorry. I'll apologize." he reaches for my belt and pulls at it. What was he doing?

He was syupposed to protect me, but that wasn't all that happened between us. But unexpected things happened and things changed. But is it a good thing? Can we really be more? Maybe, but bad things were gonna happen first. Excerpt: When Charles arrives I'm ready to go. He was dressed in a black suit, his gun and a purple shirt, no tie. I was in my normal skinny jeans, slightly big long sleeved tee. My favorite gray boat shoes with no socks. I kicked them off in every class so I wasn't worried about sweaty feet. "So, what are you going to do while I am in class?" "I'll be inside the door to one side observing. Halfway through the class I'll step out to check the halls for any obvious trouble. After class please don't leave without me. Stay at your seat I'll come to you. You can stand but don't leave your seat, okay?" "Okay. You know, my dad was wanting to keep me safe from jocks and bullies not terrorists or something." he chuckles. "I know but safe practices at all times. If the extra precaution is never necessary it's really not inconvenienced anyone." "True. I'm thinking that you being around, no one is going to notice I'm even alive. I kind of like that. I'll go from class to class and to the library without anyone getting in my face or anything. You'll look like a plain clothed security guard for the college just making his rounds."

Aaron has a crush on his roommate, Caleb Morris. The problem? Caleb has been dead for 3 years. When he tries to confront the ghost, Caleb vanishes and suddenly Aaron finds himself stuck in the past for one hour every night with an oblivious Caleb who doesn't remember him. Can he use this time to find out how he died? Or is his crush doomed to his fate? Rated Mature for violence, language, and sexual scenes. Warning for this rough draft being unedited.