Waking up in without seeing anything only the Excruciating pain in your head is not a pleasant feeling. Being unable to see for over a week and only hearing the voice of your so called 'creator' is not comforting. Escaping is out of the picture, being unable to live without her 'creator', she has to learn to follow like the sheep she's been created into. Delilah Elias had the most mundane life, that was until Doctor Elijah Crosius came into her life and changed it into something she didn't even know existed. Though she should hate Elijah, the thought off being away from him made her crazy. But the thought of her leaving made him suicidal. His obsession for her was deadly, her need for him was necessary.

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

⚠️ MATURE⚠️ This story contains strong use of language and mature scenes. If you are offended easily do not read. •.• I snuggled into the comfortable warmth of the fluffy pillow as I was eager to go back to sleep. The fan lullabied me into a hazy state. Suddenly, a heavy weight landed on my waist, pulling me from the tired daze. I leaned up in shock as my hands flung forward defensively to push whoever was on me off. With a strong force, my shoulders were shoved backwards and into the mattress. Grunts of struggle filled the room as we fought each other. The offender grabbed my wrists and held them firmly above my head with one strong hand. Sobs of terror escaped from my chest as a thumb caressed my cheek to wipe away the spilled tears. "P-please let go of me," I begged, trembling. "You are so beautiful." A man's voice spoke, his large hand leaving my face and traveling down my body to squeeze my pelvic region. "Stop." I screeched, my demand ricocheting between the four bedroom walls. The man growled darkly. "If you scream again, I will kill you." I nodded keenly in response to show that I would not challenge his threat. His hand slowly freed my mouth, testing if I would disobey him. He reached into his pocket. A knife, zip tie, and a rag were all revealed. The view made me realize that this could be my last chance to get help. If I did not call out right now, he would take me. I would not make it out alive either way. I let out a bloodcurdling scream loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood.

Bound by fate to a powerful alien king, a strong-willed human woman must navigate desire, danger, and destiny-discovering that the heart she resists may be the one thing worth surrendering ~ She was human. He was a king from another world. And fate has bound them together. Claimed against her will, she must navigate a world of alien power, forbidden desire, and a bond that won't be denied. Can she resist the king who ignites her heart-or will surrendering to him be the only way to survive? Highest Rankings: #44 in Fiction #284 in Love. #269 in Mates

Idris is known for her bloodlust, temper, attitude, and strength. She is always chased by hunters and enemies. She is feared by most and is avoided by all. She gets what she wants no matter what, by forced if needed. Idris has gained much respect as well as many enemies. There is only one word to describe this vampire. Untamable. But what happens if she meets the creature the she hates the most, even despise. A werewolf. Aaron is just as fierce and strong and proud, for an Alpha. Once they find out they were made for each other, both had completely different reactions. Though both species hates each other, Aaron is determined to get his Luna. Idris on the other hand, wants to get as far from him as she can. She doesn't want anything to do with werewolves at all. For, they killed her family as well as caused her transformation. But will Idris be tamed?

Fight. Flight. Or Freeze. Those are the only 3 options in the werewolf world. Fight will result in death. Flight will result in death. Freeze is the only logical option. If only Rizzo had chosen correctly. This is my take on a werewolf story. I apologize, but not really apologize, if it doesn't follow what you are used to.

Jackson roughly kicked down the front door, the rage boiling from the situation festering inside of him. As they walked inside the old house and scanned the room, there was a man sitting on the couch watching TV. He lazily got up and approached them as if he didn't have a care in the world. As if he hadn't a clue as to what was about to go down. The muscles in Jackson's arms flexed as his body went tense. His fists were clenched at his side, fighting the itch to release his claws. "Where is she?" For a moment Carter didn't say anything, and he felt confused as to why the future Alpha wasn't minding his own business. When it dawned on him and an evil smirk settled on his face, as he refused to say anything. Suddenly, Jackson picked him up by his collar and shoved him against the wall. His forearm was pressed into his neck. He was careful with his actions; he wanted the man to hurt, just as he had hurt Lily, but he needed information first. "Where. Is. My. Mate." The Alpha ground out. If Carter was as smart as he made himself out to be, he would obey the command in his best friends' tone and answer before he was torn to shreds. Instead Carter grinned even wider before saying, "tell me, alpha... Have you given her your mark yet? Because I've certainly made mine." Jackson's eyebrows furrowed in anger as he removed his arm from Carter's neck and punched him so hard everyone in the room could hear the cracking of his neck and nose at the force. Jackson's wolf was in the process of taking over as he began repeatedly punching and clawing. Before he could rip Carter's head from his body, a whimper sounded from within the house. The Alpha's head snapped to the direction in which it came from, it focused him on the real reason why he was there. Without another thought, Jackson snapped Carter's neck then sprinted off in the direction of his mate. . . . WARNING: This story may not be suitable for some readers. See author's note for more information.

"I don't want you to mark me" I said quickly. "Why?" he asked me, his tone seemed calm but i knew he was far from it. "I have a commitment towards my pack" I told him, hoping he'll understand but to my astonishment his eyes were dark now and he held his palms in a tight fist. "You are my mate Templar, you belong to my pack" he said in a condescending tone. My blood boiled at the tone he was using with me. Nobody talks to me like that. Nobody. "Do not use that tone with me, Everett. You are not my Alpha, I respond to-" none, i was about to say, but had to bite my tongue to change that. I was not ready to tell him that I'm the sole White Shifter, not ready to tell him I'm The Alpha of my pack. So i lied, again.

#2 in Werewolf 12/05/18 Mated to a Beta and marked by his Alpha. A unique twist on the clichéd possessive Alpha stories. "W-what are you doing?" I stuttered helplessly as he stepped closer so I couldn't get away since all that was around was two brick walls that were closing me in. Slowly he stepped closer, each second feeling like minutes. He let out a guttural chuckle that left my entire being trembling. "Paying Carter back" he whispered huskily cocking his head sideways causing me to gulp as his gigantic arms gripped my hips roughly. Forcefully he shifted my body up against the wall, closing the small gap in between us. Ramming his lower half into mine, he allowed every groove of his body to mesh with mine. With no thought his lips attacked my neck as I beat on his chest with all my power hoping and praying to remove him. "Leave me alone!" I cried but he didn't listen. His tongue grazed my flesh expertly and in any other case I would have melted under his touch. Inhaling sharply he held me tightly, savoring the moment. Suddenly Nate pulled back slightly and just when I thought he was going to back off he did the unexpected. He opened his mouth revealing his large canine teeth. "No" I pleaded, wounding my fists in his shirt as I pushed against him. Slowly his tongue glided over them, flickering off when he hit the ends. Within a milisecond his teeth plunged deep into my flesh making me let out an ear piercing scream though no one came to my rescue. My wolf was cowering in fear of the demon man that was over powering us with each second that past. "Please" I begged weakly though he ignored me only to grip my sides harder ignoring the pitiful whimpers escaping my lips. My neck felt like it was on fire as his wolf controlled mine with little care. My knees began to shake at a rapid pace though he held me up as he continued dominating me. I grew dizzy and within seconds everything went black.

"Every boy I've kissed, freezes from the inside out- except for you" *** Aspen Iverson has a gift, a deadly gift that has haunted her for the past seventeen years, where everything Aspen touches- frost erupts. After another accident at school, Aspen is suddenly whisked away to Thornhill Academy, a school for people like her, and she is swept up in a world that Aspen couldn't have dreamed of. A world full of werewolves, vampire royalty, and witches that could conjure just about any potion you want. Suddenly Aspen has a new life, juggling both her attempt to grow closer to who she's destined to be and her feelings for a boy with fire in his eyes. A boy whose fiery touch could possibly melt Aspen's icy interior. But with a famous serial killer on the loose, strange things happening at school, and a friend gone missing- Aspen is determined to figure out the culprit, even if it mean't uncovering dark secrets along the way. disclaimer- not edited, first story, show mercy. *first book in the Iverson series