Sunday Louise Kincaid was raised on superstition and sweet tea, the kind of girl who keeps salt in her pocket and won't whistle after dark. A folklore student from the hills of Kentucky, she's come to the rain-soaked edges of Washington State to study the Quileute tribe's living legends-how oral stories survive in modern teenage mouths. She's not here for trouble. She's here for truth. But trouble finds her anyway-in the form of a six-foot-five golden-eyed man built like a war god and smiling like sin. Emmett Cullen is everything she doesn't trust: too charming, too curious, and too present. Sunday doesn't fall easy, and she doesn't fall for pretty. Especially not when the whole town seems to hold its breath when he walks by. Then come the questions no one wants to answer. The stares. The tension. The forest that feels too quiet. The stories that sound too much like warnings. And the Cullens? They're not just a strange family-they're hiding something ancient. Something cold. Now Sunday's not just collecting legends. She's living one. And she's not sure whether to run-or start writing her own.

Katherine 'Kit' Prescott has never known a life outside the looming shadow of Ashwood Hall. Born the only daughter of the Prescott Timber dynasty, her days are lined with expectations: perfect posture, perfect grades, a perfect future. But in the quiet corners of her childhood, she found something the Hall could never offer her-friendship. Seth Clearwater was the caretaker's son. He spent summers hauling wood, painting fences, and trailing behind his father, Harry, as he kept Ashwood Hall running. Where her parents saw "help," Kit saw her best friend-the boy who made her laugh until her stomach hurt, who slipped her cookies in the kitchen and called her Kit when everyone else called her Katherine. They grew up together, inseparable despite the unspoken rule: Seth could be her friend, but never more. Everything shattered the spring Harry Clearwater died. Grief-stricken and furious, Seth turned his anger on the Prescotts, convinced the long hours and endless work at Ashwood Hall had helped wear his father down. At the funeral, he couldn't even look at Kit. Later, a single bitter text ended everything. Two years passed. Two years of silence, of Kit living in her parents' world of prep schools and polished futures, and Seth living in the dark aftermath of his father's death-his grief compounded by the secret that changed his life: the wolf inside him. When fate finally forces them into the same place again, the universe makes its choice. Seth imprints. Now Kit and Seth are pulled back into each other's orbit, bound by something far older and deeper than family rules or class divides. But love that was once forbidden has become inevitable-and in the world of wolves, destiny is as dangerous as it is inescapable. At Ashwood Hall, nothing will ever be the same. #1- SethClearwater 1/2/26 #1- SueClearwater 1/2/26 #1- BradyFuller 1/2/26 #1- CollinLittlesea 1/2/26 #3- EmbryCall 1/3/26

They say the red clay roads of Willow Creek turn sinners into saints and saints into something far more dangerous. Jasper Hale takes a new name-Levi Whitlock-and flees south with a Bible he doesn't deserve to hold. He wants redemption. He wants quiet. He wants to forget the blood on his hands and the family he abandoned. But the gods of these hills have other plans. Because Willow Bend has a girl of its own. Mary-Katherine Shepherd. Deacon's daughter. Oldest of five. The angel everyone expects to stay soft and small and good. But Jasper can feel the truth trembling beneath her ribs-fire disguised as gentleness, hunger she's been taught to hide, a secret life the town would never believe. The moment he meets her, something ancient sparks under his skin. Something he thought he'd buried with the name Jasper Hale. Something that feels a lot like fate. In a church built on dust and expectations, under the gaze of old gods who never stopped meddling, a war-worn preacher and a girl with clipped wings find themselves drawn together again and again. Neither of them should want this. Neither of them can stop. Some destinies scorch. Some burn. And some-on the red clay roads of Willow Bend-turn saints into sinners and sinners into something holy. NEW MOON --- BREAKING DAWN

There are rules a priest cannot break. Paul Lahote has made a life out of obeying them. He's traded the wildness of La Push for the clean, quiet penance of Vermont: old stone, cold mornings, and the slow ache of solitude. Here, he wears his collar like a shackle and tells himself it's salvation-anything to outrun the man he used to be. The boy with too many fists, too much hunger. The wolf. But there are some temptations that cannot be exorcised. When Sister Eden Celeste Cameron arrives to serve the parish-gentle, radiant, carrying her own ghosts-Paul's penance shatters in the flicker of a candle flame. The first time he hears her voice in prayer, he knows he's damned. The first time he touches her, he is reborn. Between confessions and communion, late-night rain and the hush of candlelight, their devotion grows into something wild, forbidden, and holy. The wolf inside Paul howls for her. The man kneels for her. And the priest-he cannot tell where his faith ends and she begins. But Vermont is watching. So is God. The church is cold and unyielding, and secrets fester like rot beneath the stained glass. As their passion threatens to consume them both, Paul and Eden are forced to choose: deny their desire and live in the shadows, or risk damnation for a love that feels like grace. This is his confession: He is not sorry. He would do it again. In a world of saints and sinners, can two lost souls find forgiveness in each other's arms? Or will the truth leave them both in ruins? A story of holy fire and forbidden longing, Lamb Among Wolves is a Southern Gothic romance set in the frostbitten heart of New England-where faith is fragile, desire is dangerous, and the only thing more sinful than breaking the rules is loving each other anyway.

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐨, 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱." "𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which mike newton's twin sister gets dragged into the world of the supernatural, and the ones that claim to love her do a lot more harm than good. [ TRIGGER WARNINGS for emotional manipulation and heavy mental health issues ]

A sharp, skeptical anthropology undergrad from a family of coal town teachers and midwives, Rory-Kate Kincaid grew up balancing folklore with fact. She's the kind of girl who wears steel-toed boots to a library lecture, calls you out without flinching, and leaves claw marks in your memory. Sent to La Push to document oral storytelling traditions, she didn't expect to go toe-to-toe with a brooding shapeshifter who hates outsiders almost as much as she hates being underestimated. And she definitely didn't expect Paul Lahote. Old magic doesn't just give, it asks for something in return. Paul Lahote x OC fanfic Post Breaking Dawn Warning: mature themes

By eighteen, Leah Clearwater had already buried the girl she used to be. Sam Uley's betrayal still sat like glass in her chest when her father died. The grief came in waves, sharp and endless, and just when she thought she'd learned how to stand against it, the change took her. Heat, bone-snap, the first female wolf the Quileute tribe had ever seen - and with it, a fate she swore she'd never accept. Imprinting. On seventeen-year-old Embry Call. He's the boy she's never trusted herself to need - all quiet steadiness and soft eyes, a soul too gentle for the teeth in her. He meets her anger without flinching, shows up when she wants him gone, and sees her like he's known her in a hundred lifetimes. The bond is not romance; it's scripture. It's the tether between storm and shore, the altar she never meant to kneel before. It doesn't care about timing, or grief, or the way she swears she'll never belong to anyone again. It pulls her toward him like the tide, and no matter how she thrashes, she cannot break free. He is her breakwater. Her anchor. Her ruin. And maybe her salvation. Because some loves are not gentle - they're a reckoning. And Leah Clearwater is about to find out what it means to be chosen, in a way that feels less like mercy and more like destiny.

Loretta Claire Dalton-Lettie-Claire to the few who get close enough to matter-came to Forks, Washington, to escape the stories that raised her. Back home in Hickory Grove, the old women always said some hungers were curses, that loving the wrong thing could hollow you out to the bone. At twenty-one, she's already seen enough to know they were right. She has no interest in the supernatural-no interest in anything that smells like fate. Teaching home ec and herbology is supposed to be safe. Ordinary. Until the night she meets Embry Call. One drink. One dance. One reckless moment that should have ended by sunrise. But fate has a cruel sense of humor-and some bonds don't care if you believe in them. Embry never wanted this either. He never asked to be tethered heart and soul to a woman who won't let him in, whose sharp tongue hides the same bone-deep longing that keeps him awake at night. But imprinting doesn't ask permission, and the pull between them grows harder to fight. She tells herself she can outrun it, that she can shut the door on destiny and never look back. But some threads don't break. Some stories refuse to end unfinished. In the dark of the pines, between old magic and new desire, Lettie-Claire will learn the hardest truth of all: What's meant for you will find you. And it will not let go. A/N Aged up Embry Call X OC New Moon-Breaking Dawn No Child Imprints In MY Twilight Mature themes #1 - imprint 11/3/24 #1- Appalachian 11/3/25

Piper Valentine hadn't planned on moving to La Push. Nobody plans to move to a place that smells like sea salt, pine sap, and other people's history. She told herself it would be temporary-just a year of awkward dinners with her dad's new wife, Tiffany Call, and her quiet, infuriatingly polite stepson, Embry. Then college. Then freedom. What she didn't plan on was Jared Cameron-the boy who grinned like sunlight breaking through storm clouds and looked at her as if she'd tilted his entire universe off its axis. He was loud, charming, and impossible to pin down. One minute a joke, the next a riddle. Piper couldn't decide if he was hiding something or if he was something-some strange, beautiful anomaly in the equation of her life. And she wasn't wrong. Because Jared Cameron was keeping a secret that didn't just defy reason-it rewrote it. In a town where everyone knows everyone, The Surprisingly Complex Physics of Piper Valentine is about the way people collide, the gravity that pulls them together, and what happens when fate stops being theoretical. #1 - JaredCameron 11/11/25 #1- PaulLahote 11/11/25 #2- Imprint 11/11/25 #2- EmbryCall 11/11/25 #1- NewMoon 11/13/25 #1 - QuilAteara 12/30/25 #1- EmilyYoung 1/5/26

On Tide Road, everyone knows the rules: boys grow up, things change, and you don't ask questions you aren't ready to survive the answers to. Elliot Sparrow Rivers has spent her whole life in the middle of two boys she loves-Quil Ateara, all sharp smiles and reckless heat, and Embry Call, quiet-eyed and gentle, the one who knows her too well. They've been inseparable since first grade. The Tide Road Trio. A joke. A given. A constant. Until it isn't. Embry disappears first. Quil follows. And Elliot is left behind-human, angry, and done waiting. When she finally confronts them, demanding answers and refusing to be excluded from whatever dangerous, secret world they've joined, fate answers back. Harder than anyone is prepared for. Imprinting was never supposed to look like this. Now Elliot is bound to two boys who are terrified she'll choose between them-boys who are hiding truths even from each other. The pack watches, waiting for violence. The elders whisper. Mothers worry. And the tide keeps pulling, whether they're ready or not. This isn't a love triangle. It's a knot. Hot, messy, emotionally feral, and a little doomed-Where the Tide Holds is a slow-burn Twilight AU about fate that refuses to be simple, love that won't stay quiet, and three hearts caught in the same current, daring not to break. Some things aren't meant to be chosen. They're meant to be held. #1 - BellaSwan 1/16/26 #1 - JaredCameron 1/16/26