**In the process of receiving much needed editing** Some wolves are born rogues but still maintain their human side while others are made into rogues, they lose all humanity and become feral. Gaius has been taught to kill feral rogues on sight. They're monsters who even the Moon Goddess can't love and don't deserve to live. Being the beta of the Dark Woods Pack, he's supposed to put the pack first and protect it at all cost. But when a feral rogue wanders close to pack territory, he can't bring himself to kill it. Why? Because that rogue is his mate. #2 in Werewolf #4 in LGBT #12 in Paranormal #2 in Feral

Lincoln Wolf The first vampire to have ever walked the face of the earth. Made to be used as a tool of destruction, bringing about death, chaos, and misery to all who crossed his path. After centuries of following this desolate path, he broke free from the shackles which bounded him, but still doesn't feel truly free. He's experienced every emotion that resembled darkness, never approaching the ones of light. That is until he stumbled up a doe-eyed young man who made him feel the brightest emotion of them all.

"Hey! Wait up! We've been socializing for a while, you know that right?" He hummed in response and continued walking with his head down, avoiding eye contact or physical contact with anybody. "And I don't know your name, but you already know that I like you and all," I continued but caught the shy boy's attention. He looked at me quizzically wondering if it was some type of joke. My breath hitched as I caught myself in a trance as I stared into those dark gray eyes of his. He raised an eyebrow and smirked snapping me out of it. I blushed before hesitantly asking. "What do I call you?" "Call me possessive," ***trigger warning sexual abuse***

【INCLUDES MATURE SCENES, READ AT OWN RISK】 Leandor's life is quite literally turned upside down when a mysterious inhuman man decides Leandor will make the perfect pet. He could try to fight his captor of course but every time he thinks to do so, he wonders to himself, what does he really have to go back to?

{Book #1 of the Kohai Chronicles} EDITING IN PROGRESS While hiking the snowy peaks of Colorado, twenty-five-year-old, Bennett Michelson wakes up to find that the universe he thought he knew is a whole lot bigger and colder than any fourteen thousand footers... Abducted by strange ugly-looking creatures with beady eyes, misshapen bodies, speaking a language he can't understand, and forced into an alien trafficking ring. Bennett is thrust into a whirlwind of events he never thought possible. Everyday he struggles to survive amid the fear and isolation that grips him the longer he is held in captivity. Will a mischievous alien duo be what finally breaks Bennetts spirits for good or will becoming their pet be the beginnings of something else entirely? •••••• 18+ **MULTIPLE TW** Read at your own risk! MMM why choose/ NOT A LOVE TRIANGLE/Strong language/violence/abduction/sex-trafficking/language barrier/🌶🌶🌶 / Mild DubCon/ HEA

"Our universe grants every soul a twin - a reflection of themselves - the kindred spirit. And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other - even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love." -Julie Dillon. Dove had been plagued with vivid dreams all his life, about a thousand different lives with a mysterious blur of a man. He had never thought too deeply about it, more concerned with getting out of his dreary town and away from the ghosts of his past. In a last chance bid at a life elsewhere, Dove travelled to San Franciso for a job interview to be the personal assistant of prestigious businessman and billionaire, Eryll Beherit. Little did he know, that man was no man, and he would be the final piece of the puzzle that Dove needed to fill in all the cracks in his fractured mind...

COMPLETE- SEQUEL TO BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON- After a brutal betrayal, Cain of Akar, child soldier, the Bain of Notting, and wild magic mage, swore to never give another power over him, especially his heart. And since that vow to the gods, he's never been tempted... Until now. ......... "You need to stop settling for quick fucks and find a man who won't chafe at being in the dark beside your sun. Who will protect you, cherish you, appreciate you for the man you are rather than the crown you wear."

[Complete] A werewolf mxm, mpreg story: To begin, Carlen didn't have much, in fact, he didn't have anything at all. Abandoned as a baby, Carlen was fortunate to be adopted by a royal healer of the castle. Picking up on her wise words and healing skills, Carlen grows to become a compassionate person who simply wants to be useful to others. A Royal Stranger finds him in the woods and finds him intriguing. Everything about Carlen sparked his curiousity and he wanted to know more. Yet, he can never associate with someone with such a low-born status and so weak. The next rising moon shines on the two individuals with a greater purpose. The pull is hard to resist. A mate is rare. Will King Alaric give in to Carlen's wishes to 'use him', or will he choose to be a bigger man? A/N: This is a story of a romance between two men. Feel free to click away to another story if this is an uncomfortable topic for you. Best Rankings: #25 in comfort #50 in comfort

An Abnormality. That is what Nicolette is. A monster that has to be kept hidden from the world. A witch. A vampire. A werewolf. All in one person. Such power in such a small form. Nicolette never thought she had a chance of a mate. Her wolf never bugged her about it for 683 years and she never bothered looking. She stays hidden. Never wanting to be found. The Real Monster. The Mighty Alpha King. Malcom. He's never needed a mate to satisfy his needs after 728 years. So why look for one. What happens when they stubble upon each other on accident. Will it be like every love story? --- "Who do the hell do you think you are," he growled at me. I let out a small chuckle, "you don't want to know." --- Top Ranks #1 Werewolf #1 Vampire #1 Witch #1 Wolves

The Omega King. The oxymoron was almost enough to make him forget where he was, it sounded so absurd he could feel the laughter build up in his chest. It almost forced its way up his throat but was quickly squelched down as he let his eyes sweep over the crowd. The disbelieving outrage was enough to sober him and cut off his train of thought. Scott straightened out his shoulders, clenching his hands at his sides that had begun shaking. He had to steel himself, there was no room for error, especially now.