No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox

"I've killed. I've slaughtered. I've done unspeakable things, and I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel for one as evil as me. That means there is hope for you, my angel." "And how do you know that?" I ask bitterly. He presses his fingers to my chin, tilting my face up to stare down at me. "Because as soon as I saw you, I knew there was hope." ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ Anyone who stands within a foot of the werewolf that is Tressa assumes that she is exactly what she wants them to think. A bitch. A tough, mean exterior is simply her way of keeping herself safe. Safe from her mother's abuse, from her pack's attention, even from herself. Inside of Tressa's harsh defenses is a lost girl longing to be loved, longing to break free. Ryk is a lycan, and he's evil. Pure evil. He relishes in killing, and bathing in the blood of anyone who stands in his way. But, he has not always been this way. Dark magic and manipulation hold him captive inside his own body as a prisoner. A battle wages inside him between light and dark, wrong and right. And there's only one person who can save him, and she's just as twisted as he is. COMPLETED ✓ *Book 1.5 of the Selenophilia series Best read AFTER Klepto If you read this book by itself you will be ultra confused, and get major spoilers It's more of a companion Novella of sorts You have been warned. lol* Rated PG-13 for mild language, violence, abuse, and themes of eating disorders. Read at your own discretion

"What am I going to do with you, Hera? You aren't allowed to leave, so just trust me and take a bath. I won't do anything." "My brothers once told me to never, under any circumstances, trust an enemy. That's what I see you as right now, leave me the fvck alone!" I yelled at him, stuffing all of my stuff into a large suitcase. I needed out, he's just going to use me like Jax always did, "Mon amour-" "Don't even try to talk me out of this in our language!" I slapped him, huge mistake. He'll hurt me. I just know it, he's that type of person. He stalked towards me, throwing me to the wall, then holding my wrists down, "S-stop!" I wriggled around, only to his advantage. As his fist came towards me for the eighth time, the door burst open, revealing somebody I thought I'd never see again. My love.