♡♡#182 In Werewolf as of 6/19/2016 ( What some readers are saying about Avery.... "I can already tell this is going to be a great book" @myathesmart "Ooh, love the mystery." @Yoojin_Kim "Definitely interesting." @Young006 "HOLY SH*T!! KAYDEN/ADEN IS HAWT!! LOVE YOUR TASTE LADY AUTHOR!!!" "BEST. STORY. EVERR!!! Gotta hand it to you, If I were a judge in the werewolf section, I'd put ya 1st" @AleckIsALlama "It gets more interesting by the chapter."@Xapri714 The lost of my father caused an empathic power to unlock within me. I thought I was going crazy from not only the death of my father but also the over load of emotions and spent two years in a mental health hospital. I could feel everything, from everyone in the hospital. Add my own emotions on top of that it became a disaster. It wasn't a good time. I learned to block out others but in the process I locked out my own emotions. I became this cold thing. I thought it was perfect. Never needing to feel a thing. Well emotionally anyways. And being crazy didn't seem so bad. A crazy cold thing. I could live with that. Then my Uncle came and got custody of me. I learned a few thing in those first weeks with him. I'm not crazy. I'm an empath. I have more family than I knew of. I have two life mates. I'm possibly an empath able to form a bond to a wolf in the rage. I'm also the first of my kind. And here I thought I was the crazy one.

Neal stepped forward, he reached out a hand, tracing every inch of bare skin. My body flamed with his touch. He placed one hand over my heart. It pounded in my chest like it was trying to burst free into Neal's intense, sensual touch. It knew exactly where we belonged, right there with Neal. "Cynthia, there was never any choice, it was always you." He closed the last bit of space that remained between us, our lips pressed together, mouths mingling. His tongue slide inside mine, exploring while I explored his. With one swift motion, Neal brought us together until it was impossible to tell where I ended and Neal began. I moaned into his mouth, my nails diffing into the back of his shoulders. My stomach flipped and a need started to grow deep inside me. ************************************************************************************ Cynthia has never been one with her pack. Her maternal bloodline had been long-standing Beta's in the Oak Creek pack until her mother made a near fatal error, falling in love with a man from the outside. Cynthia knew nothing of her father, she didn't even know what he looked like. All pictures had been destroyed, and so had he. She wanted nothing more than to leave, but she stayed for her mother who stayed for goddess knows what reason. That wasn't the only reason Cynthia was ostracized by her pack though, it was because unlike anyone else, Cynthia's goddess given wolf abilities had never manifested fully like they were supposed to. Instead, her father's abilities ran through her veins, overpowering the animal inside. But what happens when Cynthia discovers that there is enough wolf in her to grant her that same connection werewolves seek? What happens when she discovers there's a mate out there for her too, and that it just so happens to be the Alpha's son?

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO HE'S MY MATE I feel the cold stones pressed to my back, seeping through the piece of fabric I have on to cover my body, the concrete below just as cold. This room, wherever it is, is kept low, low enough to bring my body temperature down. I haven't been able to access my wolf since I had been drugged when they got me. I don't know who they are, some monsters that have kept me prisoner. I don't even know how long I've been here. I tried counting the days, but when there are no windows, barely any lights, and when you keep getting knocked out by drugs, it makes it impossible to guess. I feel the deep pit of despair coming back to swallow me whole. The mood swings I keep going through, they must be a side effect of whatever it is they're giving me. There's no way out of this, there's no way Alarik will find me, and there's no way I can break free. I give up pulling on the shackles that bind my wrists, the skin there rubbed raw and scabbing from all the times I've tried to pull them loose. Even if I had my wolf strength, they're made of silver. There's no way I'm getting out of them, not unless someone unlocks them with a key. *************** Following Allison's disappearance, Alarik has been on edge. He's seached the entire pack, looked every possible place near their lands and hasn't found a single piece of evidence that leads to her, and what's worse is he can't link to her. Something's shut off the access of her to him, and there are very, very few ways that could happen, and one of them is death. Alarik refuses to give up hope that his mate is still alive and while he wants to blame Hazel, the very demon who said she wouldn't stop until she was with Alarik, one witness actually saw what happened, and it wasn't a woman that had taken his mate. Alarik is racing against time. Time that if it runs out, he must marry the very woman he despises, and the time that's slowly ticking to find Allison alive. Cover by @_fangirling

Rachel Adrian Steele was the daughter of a powerful Alpha, Johnston Alvin Steele, who was the alpha of one of the biggest packs in the US. Rachel was the oldest of 4 kids. But then her pack was attacked by rogues. Rafael and Rachel managed to escape, but they leave everything behind. Then they're adopted into a new pack. But are they really safe now? New discoveries will be made about then and old memories will be remembered. *So yeah I know it's a terrible summary but give it a try. Also the first chapters are rubbish, but it gets better

I walk over to where he is lying down and close the door with my telekinetic powers, he looked really pale and he looked like he hasn't been fed for months on end. I stroke his cheek like he did when I was upset about something, I move my hand up to his forehead and close my eyes. I imagine the way he always had a gentle smile, the way his eyes would crinkle at the corners whenever he would laugh, the spark in his eyes whenever he saw me, how his skin looked like. "Bambina?" My eyes snap open at the familiar voice, my father gives me a small smile My name is Flame Thunderstorm and my best friend is Nicole. I was supposed to be an Alpha and Nicole a Beta but we were stripped of it, the council stripped me of me title because they thought that I killed my parents. But I know that it wasn't me, the killer became Blood Thunderstorm pack's Alpha. His brother took away Nicole's role so Nicole and I left, we ran away. I swore that I will avenge my mother and fathers death one day.

(boyxboy/manxman/malexmale) Aiden is a 15 year old rogue, not even old enough to have a solid place in a pack yet let alone a mate. What will he do when he is suddenly caught in the middle of hunting in someone else's territory and what do the Northern Tribes know about him that he and his loved ones don't? This story contains boyxboy (Love between two males). Unwanted comments will be removed so please don't be judgemental and enjoy the story for what it's about and not your sexual values. Thank you xx New Cover By FILIPxxx <3

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

CAUTION CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. "Say it, Allison," he said, his voice low as he trapped me against the rough wall. A shiver ran down my spine, his voice pulling at me, the power in it making me want to do anything he asked. I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me. His teeth lightly grazed my neck causing a sigh to get past my lips. I could feel him smile against my skin. He knew he was going to get what he wanted one way or another. I tried to slip away, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down tightly. He pressed his hard body against me. I was aware of every inch of him that was touching me. "Don't think you can just leave. We're not done yet." My stomach tightened at his words, the desire inside burning for him. My damn body at war with my mind yet again. He slid his hand up to the edge of my shorts, slowly working it's way up as his mouth trailed small nips from my neck to my collar bone and lower, stopping only when he reached the fabric. I could feel my resolve weakening as his hand reached its destination. "Say it," he demanded. I moaned, my head tipping back as he moved expertly. I wanted to say it then, I really did. But if I said the words, there was no going back. ***************** Allison Cole has just turned seventeen. Most girls would be excited, but she doesn't see it as anything special. She can now find her mate, wherever he is. But she doesn't put much stock in mates or true love. How could something like that be predetermined? Things only go from bad to worse when on that very day she discovers who her mate actually is. Will Allison be able to overcome her bleak thoughts about mates and accept hers? Or is the man bad enough to make her run away? Caught between her body, her mind, and what's best for her pack. Allison must make her decision. Is it worth it?

(Highest Ranking #99 in werewolf) Griffin Davison is the daughter of an Alpha of the pack 'Blood Moon'. She is a small but feisty She-Wolf. She's outgoing, argumentative, and very fun to be around. Greyson Rosewood is the Alpha of the pack 'Midnight sky' the most feared wolf pack in all fifty states and even other countries. He's an overprotective handful that longs to find his mate. When Griffin and her bestie Allison go to an packs meeting, where the ten best packs meet to tell of there progress, she comes to find that Greyson is her mate. Then the unexpected happened Greyson kidnaped her...

CONTAINS VERY MATURE CONTENT. "Katarina," my name passed his lips in a gruff whisper and I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle. Rafe's hands ran over my body as he backed me up to the bed. Everywhere our skin touched a fire burned within me. It consumed me. In that moment I wanted him more than anything. I was hyper aware of his hardness pressed against me and I bit my lip. Looking into his dark eyes I could see his desire. His mouth was on my neck, his teeth grazing the skin. I let out a moan as he hit my sweet spot and I could feel his body react to it. He pressed harder against me and slowly slid a hand down the front of my jeans, leaving a tingling path as he made his way. "I want you to say it Katarina," he said. I felt his hand stroking me and I bit my lip. There was no doubt I wanted more, and he wanted to give it to me. "Say what?" I asked, my voice strained as I tried to hold my composure. "You know what," he said sliding my shirt up, sucking on my exposed breast as he teased me below. I moaned again and I could feel him smile. He thrust two fingers in and my control started breaking. I couldn't remember the previous arguments with myself, I couldn't remember why I had been so afraid of him, I couldn't remember why I had tried staying away. All I knew was I didn't want him to stop, I wanted more. "Rafe, I'm-"