Blaire Lennon was one of the best and brightest agents in the CIA, the only problem was, she was a little trigger happy and slightly deranged. After a series of incidents puts her on thin ice with the Central Intelligence Agency, they give her one last chance to redeem herself. Her mission was simple: Infiltrate the European Mafia, and gather enough intel to completely destroy them from the inside out. If only it was that easy.

*8th Year AU* Draco is abused extremely. He needs to escape the hell of his home and start a new life from the death and evil that lingers in his family's history. He refuses to be deemed evil because of his family. What happens when Molly Weasley finds him in a horrible situation with his father and takes him in? Harry Potter, hero right? Boy-Who-Lived, he must have the perfect home? Wrong. Utter Codswollop. His abuse at home gets so out of hand he's seen on a the brink of an anorexic state without his glamours. Bleeding, bruises, gashes and all. What will happen when Molly Weasley takes him in as well, and is forced to share a room with Draco Malfoy? Will their hate develop larger, or will they find they are 2 sides of one coin? (Note: Draco also has a pet snake in this AU)

I ran, I ran all day and night. I ran until my body gave up. But I didn't get away. They took me as their prisoner and I still don't know what I did wrong. After a whole year of being drugged, tortured and used, I ran again. This time I got away. But my escape didn't give me happiness because they killed everyone I knew. Now, I have to start a new life. A life of fear and anxiety because I don't know when I'll be taken again. But, with the kind of anger inside me, an anger that can't be put down easily, I will avenge everyone who was ever hurt because of me.

Highest Ranking in Werewol #325 The Rogue Hunter is a viscous killing machine that showed up nearly ten years ago. The rogues laughed when a little girl picked fights with them, but when she left covered in their blood, she soon had a reputation. No one knows who she is or why she kills rogues. Packs fear her, rouges hate her, and she prefers it that way. The Council has been after her for years but every time they get a whiff of her, she disappears. She is so full of rage that she can't stand to be around anyone. The Rogue Hunter lives by three simple rules, Rule 1: Show No Mercy. Rule 2: Don't get caught. Rule 3: Never Care about anyone. When she makes the mistake of getting caught, she meets her mate. An Alpha. She doesn't want a mate. She wants to leave but he won't let her. She is afraid her walls will be cracked so she builds more. Will Axel Colbot be able to win her over? Or will Kristine Gard win? Can she be a Luna? Or will something of greater power jeopardize everything she has worked for?

They are born of myth, legend, and lore. Beautiful women beneath the waves, tempting sailors with playful smiles and beckoning gazed as the break the surface. It is nearly every young sailors dream to encounter a mermaid, to see the beauties of the sea. Maybe, just maybe, to catch one too. That is...until their wish comes true. They find themselves face to face with the strange enchanting girl smiling just above the surface with skin like moonlight and lips like rose petals. Just one touch, is all it takes to seal a sailors fate. Beneath the waves is not ethereal beauty. But claws, and fangs, and blades of stone. Revealed in the sea is a mermaids true face and a sailors deadly fate. And Zariel is the deadliest of them all. Daughter of Poseidon and a deep sea mermaid she is dark, powerful, and beautiful by both mermaid standards and especially that of the humans. There is nothing she enjoys more than a hunt, collecting different skulls of different types of humans. Navy men, merchants, fishermen, pirates, and travelers alike. She has them all. Her collection is as admirable as her ferociousness. Only one type of mortal is missing. One skull she has yet to collect. A royal. Royal bones for a royal mermaid. Zariel, princess of the sea, doesn't want just any royal. No. She wants a prince. One who matches her in both ferocity and blood thirst. Zariel was going to get the skull of Rowan Delacroix if it was the last thing she did. Formerly first inline to the throne. A prince turned pirate. A hunter of mermaids. His ship was one she would take pride in wreaking.

Samantha has been running for months. Yet somehow, they always find her. He always finds her. Ending up in a small, middle of no where town, she never expected or planned to run into another pack. A pack with an Alpha intent on not letting her leave. HIGHEST AWARDS! #2 in protection #3 in safe #6 in pet

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

Alcline Academy. Boarding school to the elite, for parents who have too much money and not enough time for their children. One of the most prestigious schools in the world. Its the fast track to success in life at a high price. The children of diplomats, rulers, celebrities and more find themselves in the exclusive school known for its security and privacy. And now. So has Larkspur Jones. daughter of a deadbeat plumber and a painter. She's won a prize any teenager hoping for a better life would kill for. An all expense paid education at Alcline Academy. That. Or an invitation to hell.

The world thought that only male werewolves were alive. That the last of the females had died out over two decades ago. Female births were rare, to begin with, and after the Alpha, Above All gave the kill order for the remaining females, none were thought to have survived. The few female pups born each year were executed immediately. It was widely believed that they would grow to be careless and vicious, cold-blooded savages. They were stronger than the males and would be hard to control. It was brutal and cold. And thought to be wildly necessary. Katherine has been under the radar for as long as she can remember. Born to Jordan, Alpha of the BloodRush Pack, her blood carries the scent that only comes from power. She was hidden from birth with her human Step-mother. Her father taught her how to fight. How to hide. How to run. And he taught her well. ------------------------- Silence occupied the clearing for moments before he spoke "You Katherine, you are The Last Female Werewolf."

Lorelei Eden is the daughter of a wealthy merchant, bored with her daily life and the binds that restrain her as a Lady. She dreams of freedom and a new wild life she knows she can never have. Or never thought she could. Not until pirates seize her fathers ship and take her along with the rest of their loot. Lorelei is thrust into an adventure she never even dreamed of, one she never wanted. One that is a constant threat to her life. An adventure by the name of Captain Adrien Axe. ~~ The man lounged upon the lowest yardarm of the mast, toying with a coin in his hair as he surveyed the scene of captives below. I glared up at him through my lashes, wishing he would fall and crack open his daft skull. As if sensing my thoughts his attention left the coin and shifted to where I sat, hands tied behind my back. A grin spread over his face, "Well..." he purred out, "now isn't that a pretty sight." I sincerely hope he was staring at my bosom because he fancies the gold and pearls that rests between them. He waved down at the dirty men carrying various things between ships, "her too...I like her, she's...." He licked his lips, "just lovely." My eyes grew wide as I was roughly pulled to my feet and they started to drag me away.