You are just a poor peasant girl living in the countryside of your kingdom, Making what little money you can by selling Tonic's at the market to help feed your family. The Kingdom is invaded and taken over by a feared and powerful Warlock. You are forced to become a servant at the castle to keep your family safe and fed. You are not like most servants though, and your master quickly takes notice.

A young girl caught the eye of a kelpie on her visit to her grandfather, and he takes her fate into his own hands. She is too innocent to see his intentions but as time moves on when she finds out the truth will she be able to escape him... Or is she too many years too late? { I do not own any of the art work, all credit goes to the artists} { Mature rated for future chapters }

"Will not hurt mate." the hot puffs of breath tickled her neck, she couldn't help the increasing rate of her heart as it's claws rhythmically brushed down her back and the wirery, bristle like hair on its chest prickled into her cheek. _____________________________________________________________________ It's 2556, the up and coming 16th anniversary celebrating the end of The Great War. Lydia Saunders is the go to girl of the military, no-one has a record as perfect as hers. But when her latest mission goes bust and reviles something unexpected, what will she do?

"Do I have to fuck you to make you understand that you belong to me?" He whispered huskily against her ear, pressing his pelvis onto the small of her back, "Do you want me inside you, my queen? Do you want your womb to be filled with my seed? Do you want me to dominate you?" - Sweet, naive, and innocent was she, so what would a small thing like her do with a beast king like he? - Warning: Will contain violence, foul words, and sexual content. Does not show a healthy relationship. Read at your own risk. Highest Rankings : #4 in Romance #8 in Paranormal #12 in Supernatural #11 in Vampire #17 in Fantasy #41 in Werewolf

"Do you have any idea how close fear smells to arousal?" He asked, his words making my breath hitch. "They both make your blood race in your veins and thicken your scent. It's making my mouth water little one." He spoke softly. Tears filled my eyes as horrible thoughts began to occur to me and I deeply regretted ever leaving that room. "Fret not my darling, I'm not going to take you tonight even though I so desperately want to. I won't force myself on you." He promised, but seeing as he had made another promise tonight that he had already broken, I had little faith in him. "Now hurry on up back to my room little mate. If I catch you out of bed again tonight, I won't let you go so easily." He said, pulling one more deep inhale before releasing me, stepping back. I could feel his eyes on me as I ran down the hall and then up the stairs, feeling hunted even though he wasn't giving chase. Credit for the amazing cover goes to @STESLARA

Tender Mind | Yandere Geralt of Rivia x Reader When they first met, he didn't feel anything special, nor did she. They were just strangers, not really interested in the matter of the other. As time went by, he found himself attracted to her more and more, strong feeling binding their lives with a red thread of fate. The question, however... Does the red color represent the love they feel for each other? Or perhaps, was the origin of the color the spilled blood of those who tried to take the Witchers' beloved? What good is a monster slayer, if he becomes the monster? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- WARNING: Sensitive content

There was always something so fascinating about the dragon statue guarding the castle gates. Something that intrigued and drew in every person's attention. The grey stone had intricate details on the scales, winding up high into the air and towering over the huge gates. A face of rage etched through the furious eyes and short, yet razor sharp, teeth protruding from its mouth open in what would have produced a thunderous roar. One clumsy yet rare mistake made the stone return to scales and then into skin.

It's been six years since werewolves revealed themselves to the world, five since they took over every aspect of the government and asserted their dominance over humans, and four since Juniper's dad was murdered by a werewolf coming home from work. Forced to drop out of college to go into the human workforce and be the "guardian" of her younger half-sister, Juniper Olden has no illusions about werewolves. They are monsters, monsters that can burn in hell for all she cares. But when she comes face to face with what she hates the most she must make a choice. Which fate does she fear more, death or that of a werewolf's mate?

(Currently being rewritten under a new name The Claimed) Everything changed when they came out of hiding, terror spread across the world as people began to question if our presidents and our global leaders lied to us and weren't from the same race. The Beasts blended in amongst us as if we were the same, except humans didn't have the same predatory instincts and we couldn't change our forms like they could. Soon after we learnt that we weren't the only species people began going missing. Some were unlucky and taken as something that the Beasts called a Mate that one word made fear spread throughout my veins, I would rather sell my soul than have one of them mutts chain me to them. Six months went by before the government, that was un-tainted by this vile race began to take action into their own hands contacting other countries and militaries causing the great war to happen, sending both my parents off to fight for our rights. Only one of them came back, two months was the longest we lasted before we were overpowered by them. Six years of living in this dysfunctional environment and my hatred had never dwindled. Some people still believed in god and had faith in him, I didn't know what I believed in but I prayed like everyone else that I would get through another day without hearing the soul crushing word 'Mate'. DARK THEMES THROUGHOUT. UNEDITED © All rights reserved© #1 in hunt 19/06/2019 #1 in human 19/06/2019 #1 in sanity 19/012019 #3 in mate 19/06/2019 #4 in mates 19/06/2019 #5 in hunted 19/06/2019 #1 Post-apocalyptic 30/8/19 #8 in dystopian 7/10/19 #4 in Escape 24/10/19

❝The werewolves may sometimes look human, but they are far from it. They are primal beasts, Rosalie. They rely solely on their primal instinct, which makes them dominant and territorial. Do not disrespect them, do not look them in the eye. And whatever you do, do not get in between a werewolf and their mate. They will tear you apart before you can even blink.❞ ~*~ Rosalie Drake had a normal life. She was a college student, working towards a degree. She had a part time job as a hostess in a downtown restaurant. She had her own apartment. She had a loving father and brother whom she visited often. She even had her own demons, as she was still struggling with her mother's sudden death a few years prior. Rosalie Drake had a normal life. Until the werewolves took over.