Nine years ago, Sahriya ran into the forest and never came back. Everyone said she should've died, feral beasts don't spare little girls. But they didn't kill her. They raised her. Now at nineteen, she lives barefoot, unbonded, and completely untamed. She hunts with wolves, speaks to ravens, and soothes broken beasts with just a touch of her glowing hands. She knows nothing of rankings, registration, or the brutal harem politics of the beastkind clans. She has no idea she's the first Myrren born female in two hundred years. Or that her power exceeds even the highest divine tier. When she stumbles across a hunting party of ten dangerously unbonded beast shifter males... everything changes. They feel it. That rare energy pulsing beneath her skin. That aura their beasts can't resist. Something sacred. Something untouchable. Something the gods themselves are watching. And if she's not careful... their need for her will turn feral. But Sahriya is no fragile thing. She is the wild. And she was born to break the system. 🔥 Reverse harem 🐺 Feral beast shifters 🌕 Divine prophecy + primal bonding 🩸 Wild magic, mating rituals, soft dominance 💋 Untamed heroine with goddess blood This is a sample only! Find the whole story on the app AnyStories ✨ Tap in. Get claimed. Let the Veil choose you. 🖤

"Soothe the devils in my head, love me to my death." In which a psychiatrist gets kidnapped by a serial killer, only to lose her mind.

After a recurrence of childhood cancer leads to a life altering surgery, Jesse finds solace in his best friends as they guide him on the path to recovery. It's the summer before their senior year and all he wants to think about is their next pool day, that is, until Lydia comes along. With a newfound love of listening, her laugh captivates him, her touch an escape, distracting him from the dark corners of his new reality. But as summer comes to a close and they must face the hurricane of senior year, Jesse finds that he's at risk to lose more than he can handle. As secrets are revealed and change threatens relationships, can Jesse and his friends survive the building storm?

Two Omegas, one pack, a love forbidden by law. Locked up in the omega facility for thirteen years, Sadie's lost hope she'll ever find a mate when Jake appears bruised and bleeding at her door. While Sadie fights the ghosts of her past, Jake is unwilling to face his future as an Omega, even though he has a pack waiting for him at home. Their blooming relationship is heading straight for disaster, when one of them is due for a heat. Without an alpha a heat can have deadly consequences, but mating with one is a sure way to break two Omega's hearts. "What am I?" "Mine," he hissed. "I want you to be mine." "Then make me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is an mmmfmm omegaverse reverse harem/why choose story - it's also a non-shifter OV. There will be a happy end (at some point). This is intended for 18+ because it will include mature content as the story progresses. Part 1 ends on a cliffhanger. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm gonna include trigger warnings as they come up, as I'm still in the process of writing. So far that includes: eating disorder, past abuse, attempted rape (past), dub con, and if you feel something should be mentioned, that I didn't, please let me know and I'll include it.

"Everyone knew she was his." ~ Ava and Lucas have been best friends since Lucas saw Ava at the playground when she was 4 years old. She is innocent and shy where as Lucas is more intimidating to everyone other than Ava. Despite this, they do everything together. Where ever one went, the other followed. Never going more than a day without seeing each other, it's safe to say they were inseparable. Now at 16, Ava is forced to spend a year in public school after being homeschooled all her life. How is Lucas going to react with all the new people she is going to meet, especially being so possessive over Ava. However, even though they are best friends, Lucas is keeping a secret from Ava. A big one. Lucas is a werewolf. And Ava is his mate. ~ [SAMPLE - FULL VERSION AVAILABLE ON GOODNOVEL]

Alaric Windsor has lost everything. His twin is dead, the blood hasn't stopped spilling, and the only thing keeping him breathing is revenge. When grief drives him to Cedar Creek, he's just looking for another job... Until he sees her. Vaela. Grey-eyed. Fragile. Haunted. She's barely holding herself together after years of abuse-and she has no idea the devil just stepped into her life. She's too young. Too damaged. Too off-limits. He was never supposed to get involved. But the moment Alaric sees her, he makes a decision: he's going to protect her. Own her. Break anyone who ever touched her. So he twists his way in- Becomes her teacher. Marries her mother. Kills her abusers one by one until there's no one left to hurt her... except him. But Alaric doesn't give a damn about right or wrong anymore. She's his salvation. He's her obsession. And he'll bury the whole world to keep her... _______________________________________________________________________________ Trigger warning: CSA, SI attempts/ ideation, mental health disorders, SA, illicit substance use.

KANE RULES THE UNDERWORLD WITH AN IRON FIST AND A LOADED GUN. He expects nothing short of absolute, unquestioned obedience from everyone around him. The only place where his men are free to let loose is at The Playground, a brothel, and showroom run by the devil's own brother, Zion. Growing up in the underworld hardens even the softest of hearts but not Anaïs. Somehow, her sweet nature shines through. When she is snatched from the streets and thrown into The Playground to work off her father's debts, the darkness of the world tries to dim her light. What happens when the chronically bored ruler of hell finds a flower among the filth?

In a world where shadows conceal the darkest secrets, a ruthless assassin is captivated by an unexpected obsession-a graceful ballerina whose every movement ignites a fire in his cold, dead heart. He's the master of death, with a bloodstained past and an unyielding need for control. She is the epitome of elegance, a vision of purity on stage, unaware that her every pirouette is being watched by a predator in the shadows. Drawn together by fate or something far more dangerous, his obsession with her grows-twisting from mere fascination into a dangerous hunger. He'll stop at nothing to possess her, to make her his. But when the curtain falls, will she dance into his darkness, or will the assassin's possessive desire destroy them both? A glimpse of desire, danger, and a love that walks the thin line between obsession and madness. Are you ready to step into the shadows? [DESCLAIMER - FULL VERSION ONLY ON WATTPAD FOR A LIMITED TIME]

Isaac Di Inferi doesn't feel. He cuts. He kills. He obeys. As the Blood Hounds MC's quote-unquote enforcer, he's a walking weapon-cold, controlled, and empty. Except when it comes to Lila Priest... The Vice President's daughter is everything he isn't-light, beautiful, soft. He thinks he's stalking her. He doesn't know she saw him first. Lila doesn't fear the darkness-she wants to be devoured by it. And Isaac? He's the monster she's been waiting for. Their obsession is violent. Their chemistry, unhinged. He tries to resist. She refuses to let him. But while they circle each other in the dark, someone else is hunting. A killer is on the loose. And Isaac's psychopath of a father wants his "favourite son" back-blood-soaked, broken, and obedient. Too bad Isaac just found something worth disobeying for-and he's not giving her up without a fight.

Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.