New York City, 1991: In a Manhattan hospital, a newborn child enters the world, a beautiful baby girl. That same day in a lofty cathedral in the Vatican City, a young pontiff informs the Pope of the birth of the child. Her birth has been feared for centuries. The scripture has indeed proven true: the child, Elise, bears the birthmark of the anti-Christ, and has been chosen for an unholy union.

Ella Woods. An intelligent, beautiful, athletic, 23-year old woman. As a woman fresh out of college, she is exploring the world to see what it has in store for her. And oh boy, does it have something in store for her. But she isn't perfect, as she does have her dark secrets, just like any other girl. And her life was about to change. Good luck, Ella Woods. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Ella Woods!" His deep, dominant voice shook the forest. I didn't think my heart could beat any faster, but apparently I was wrong. My heart skipped a couple more beats. I took in a large, shaky breath. "Ella, hurry!" We pushed ourselves past our limits as we saw the border. "He can't reach us once we passed the border, Peyton! We're almost there!" I shouted. We rushed past the shrubbery, the wind stung the scratches and cuts on my body. I could taste the precious freedom as I bolted towards the border. "So close!" Peyton yelled. She crossed over only for her to collapse to her knees and start sobbing. *Only a couple more strides,* I thought. Suddenly I heard dogs and men's voices yelling as they spotted us. A thunderous and terrifying roar shook the ground as I was only encouraged to run for my dear life. I heard my name being screamed by Peyton. "ELLA!! FASTER!!!" She screamed at me, her eyes widened to the breaking point. I stepped over the border to hug Peyton, only skimming her hands as something yanked my head back, my body slamming into a rock hard body. My head was yanked back as I looked into piercing grey eyes of hell. "No," I whispered as my lower lip started to tremble. His fangs were prolonged as he continued to stare at me in silent fury. "You cannot escape me, Ella. You are mine. Always and Forever."

❝I had the craziest dream last night about this boy, dark wings, beautiful features but, oh he's mad, he's so mad..❞ © callmeLu. all rights reserved.

She's always been the shy girl that no one notices, but once she catches Harry's attention will things ever be the same again?

"I was scared... but wouldn't you be? If a serial killer was utterly obsessed with you?" Highest rank: #2 in Thriller

The black wolf looked towards me after I gasped and his piercing green eyes stared into my bright blue ones. It felt as if time had stopped, and that the only people in the field were him and me. After what seemed like an eternity, I saw him shift back and then whisper, "Mine." ****** Started on 6/22/2016, Completed on 2/22/2017 Highest Rank- #16 in Werewolf on 9/25/2016

It's the year 2036, man kind has advanced in many fields and is seeking more power. The Earth is thrown into utter chaos as wars break out, fueling the King of Hell's army. It has been 12 years since Lucifer took over, Kora is now 18 years of age, and her daily routine is about to be disrupted.

❝You stand in front of a mirror,❞ she said. ❝And you call his name four times.❞ (New, less confusing and very much edited version of Mirror Game) germanyharry © 2014/15/16

-I was about to jump off off the cliff when I heard the most alluring voice, but just when I was about to turn. I slipped off.- For Sophia life was never easy. She was struggling with depression, and had no one to look after her. She never had anyone until the day William stops her from making the worst mistake of her life. William thought he had it all. He had the looks and charm but all of that came with the pleasure of being a vampire. He just never thought he would find his beloved after one thousand years of looking, but when he sees a young girl about to jump, he knew from that moment on life meant nothing if it wasn't with her.

It has been eight hours, forty-five minutes, and thiry seconds since I have been trapped here. In that amount of time, there have been three escape attempts, two broken doors, three feet of rope, and one pair of handcuffs. To explain it all that, by my third attempt to escape, Nathan had been so pissed that he ended up breaking tbe front door. After that he broke the bathroom door as well when I locked myself in there. That had been door numbro dos. After he dragged me out of the bathroom and carried me downstairs, he proceeded to tie me up with about three feet of rope. Had he been smarter, he would have thought to check my pockets or he would have found the pocket knife I had; which I used to cut myself free while his back was turned. I stillhaven't figured out how to get out of the handcuffs just yet. He had handcuffed me to him as a last resort. So the lesson you should take away from all this boys and girls is to never piss off an alpha werewolf who claims is your mate. Espically when there is nowhere for you to run.