Grindewald fell in 1950, and the five years in which he still held sway changed the course of history. Wizarding Britain, terrified at any threat to the Statute of Secrecy, decided in the late 50s to pass the Muggleborn Wizarding Appropriation Act, which took muggleborn children from their parents at the first incidence of accidental magic. Children could then be fostered or adopted by wizarding families, or would live in Wizarding Institutional Houses. Some Pureblood families took things a step further and decided to foster children in case they only had one heir to act as a sibling, companion, and stand-in for punishments deemed too harsh for their own children. If the muggleborn did well, they reasoned, it meant they had earned their place in the wizarding world. Hermione Granger is such a child, chosen at a young age to be Draco Malfoy's companion. She's an ideal muggleborn: polite, intelligent, and magically capable. It isn't until she attends Hogwarts that someone sees the potential in her. She becomes the favorite of a certain professor, who would rather see her embrace her power than subjugate herself. Will contain mature themes and possibly disturbing content. Child abuse, violence, subjugation, sexual violence, etc.

*SEQUEL TO "OH, MY SOLDIER"* Maggie is in way over her head when she suddenly wakes up in the 21st century. Steve has been awake for a year, and does his best to answer her questions. But her past floods back to haunt her, and she must find a way to deal with it. Things only get worse when the new team encounters a long standing enemy force... Hydra and The Winter Soldier. What will she do for the people she loves, and for herself? "No, I cant go on... I can't even start... I've got nothing left, just a broken heart..." I DO NOT OWN THE MARVEL CHARACTERS OR STORIES. I ONLY OWN CHARACTERS I CREATED. I ALSO DO NOT OWN ALL THE SONGS IN THIS STORY EITHER. CREDIT GOES TO THE SONG WRITERS AND FILM MAKERS. I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTERS AND STORY ARCS.

Everyone knows that rogues are vicious, thieving shits. Skye is no exception. When her birth pack disowns her, she is raised by a family of raiders who are famous for all the wrong reasons. Trespass is an art-form, killing flockies is a hobby, and every pocket is ripe for the picking. But it's time to grow up. A betrayal wreaks havoc in her adopted family, and Skye inherits responsibilities she never wanted and several hundred amoral cutthroats. She has to fight an uphill battle to keep them breathing -- let alone happy -- in a world where everyone and everything seems to want them dead. With mates lurking, enemies around every corner, and a web of lies to unravel, Skye and her family face the adventure of their lives to build Last Haven Pack from blood and ashes. [Disclaimer] May contain traces of: - 'The feels' - Homicidal thoughts - Unrealistic expectations of siblings and boyfriends - Walnuts

"No matter where you run, I'll always be at the other side, tesoro," he softly whispers. My eyes slowly close as reality sets in. He was right. I could never run away from him. I feel him walking behind me, getting closer and closer with each passing second. He leans forward and dips his face inside my hair. A low, possessive growl escapes his mouth. "Right now, all I want to do is tear your clothes off and take you right against this cold, hard wall." ☾✶☾✶☾ Vivian Alejandro was a rarity. The first Alpha-blooded female wolf to be born after 200 years. She was living a happy life within her pack until she found her mate. Alpha Ethan of the West-Moon Pack. He and Vivian shared a not-so-great history together. So when they both realised who they were to each other, they ended up taking a huge step - rejection. But little did Vivian know, Ethan had not rejected her. And now she has to train at the Alpha Academy alongside her ex-mate, or so she thought. But that is not all, someone in the shadows has their eyes set on her. And they won't stop until she is dead. ☾✶☾✶☾ This book will contain mature content, humour, and romance. A more detailed gist of the book will be posted before the first chapter. Highest ranking: #1 werewolf #1 mate #1 alpha #1 hot #1 wild

She was left for dead, until she saved his life. He couldn't understand why this she rogue just stared at him, there was nothing in her eyes that gave off any emotion or any thought. It bugged him for some reason and he wanted her to go away. He was an Alpha he could take care of himself, he did not need no tiny she rogue to watch his back, he already was in her debt and he didn't want to be in anymore than he already was. The snow was coming down hard and he was glad that he was tucked into the back of the small cave with the small fire he had made to cook the fish the she rouge had brought him. He let out a warning growl when she stepped into the the opening of the cave, but as usual she had completely ignored him and curled herself up against his naked side continuing to clean his wound. His anger rose at her disrespect towards him and pinched her ear. In one quick motion her Jaw was snapping at his face, barely missing his nose.

BEING REWRITTEN ON ANOTHER ACCOUNT, LINK ON LAST CHAPTER AND IN MY BIO. Warrior Emma Pike is a very odd girl. She has one of the most uncommon traits in the world, extremely curly ginger hair and bright baby blue eyes. As if the capitalize on her natural odd state of being her personality matches, her constantly mismatched clothes can attest to that. Her wolf is often mistaken (at a far enough distance) for a long haired pastel calico cat. Even the beast inside her couldn't decide on a color- -Emma's wolf is smaller then most lycans but a fierce protector of her people. Her shield is her appearance. Purposely making herself appear weird, childish and even stupid through her choice in clothing. People have no clue of what she's capable, how intelligent she is, how she can manipulate and lie her way out of a lethal situation. And that's just how she likes herself, a unexpected mayhem. Gamma Jace Azazel is a numb man. His features are a weird mix of dark with small sparks of light. His hair is pure black but his eyes contradict that darkness with Egyptian blue orbs, his skin mixing in with a dark olive tone. His calm exterior is easily exposed through his touches for what it truly is- -a raging storm, it's the reason he hates touches. His wolf respects that, helping him learn how to quiet his mind and mouth so their thoughts aren't known, heightening his senses until he doesn't touch anyone. His touches mean things, he knows that too well as he is afraid. He is dependent by nature and hates it, careful not to get attached -to touch. His wolf is pure black giant with a soft grey belly, the packs greatest strategist as the gamma should be. He is simple on the outside, a cold stone of numb. Jace never seems to do anything without a reason, he walks in the room with a purpose -not that anyone but him knows what it is. Through years even his own family grew detached, strangers to Jace's mind. And he never liked company much anyway.

''Don't you remember, little flower?'' he asked, his voice low and melodic, ''Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.'' ''Perhaps,'' I whispered, ''But Shakespeare was referring to a man...'' He cocked his head in confusion, his eyes growing darker. I leaned forward on the throne and brought my eyes up to meet his in an obvious challenge. ''Not a Queen.'' ~~~~~~ There's a whole side to Mara Monroe that's keeping her from what she was born to do. Coincidentally, it's her human side. Mara's always known that she couldn't choose what family she was born into. Even if it comes with a crown she doesn't want, age-old rivalries she doesn't understand, and a bodyguard she can't seem to shake. There are those that would die before seeing Mara on the throne. Or worse. Kill. *completed Book One*

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!

Alexis received an invitation to an old army buddies wedding. Little did she know she'd meet the one to complete her there. Storm was a Alpha who prayed daily for his mate, and threw himself into the care of his pack until they'd meet. When his brother's army buddy turns out to not only be a female but exactly what he's waited his life for

A fifteen year old girl is left as bait so her family can get away from a pack of wolves that was chasing them. They take her in and she stays with them and learns the ways of the wolf for three years before another pack of wolves comes by. But not just any wolves. Werewolves.