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#1 in Lycantrophe #4 Supernatural "Please don't go," I pleaded, grabbing his wrist as he was about to leave again. "Stay. Atleast for tonight." He tilted his face to look at me, his facial features hidden by the darkness again. He comes back every night but it's been a month and he has never allowed me to see his face. It's better this way, he says. The lights needs to be turned off everytime he is here, or else, he won't come. "We've had this talk before, Fleur." He said, his silky voice was enough to make shivers run down my spine. "I have to go." "Why? Why do you have to go?" I asked, my voice loud with anger and determination. Today I felt brave enough to ask this. Up until now his presence was enough for me. But not today, not anymore. I needed more. I craved more. "I can't tell you." He replied. "I should leave now before someone sees me." "Do you love someone else?" I asked, holding my heart in my hands in front of him, which he could break it with a flick of his tongue. "Is there someone else in your life? Someone you love more than me?" My voice cracked as tears filled in my eyes. "I am your mate. Then why do I feel like a mistress? Why do we have to meet in secrecy? Why can't I even see your face? Why do you have to lurk in darkness to meet me? Why can't you just-" No more words came out as my throat felt too chocked by the upcoming tears. I weeped, closing my eyes as tears fell down on my cheeks. His breath was all I could hear for a few seconds. And they were the only signs of reassurance that he was still there. Soon warmth spread around my entire body as a palm came to rest on my cheek, wiping my tears away. Instinctly, I leaned into the warmth, and rejoiced. But the warmth left soon and so did he when I opened my eyes. He left. He left without saying that he loves, without saying that I'm his only one. He just left. Again. -Updates on every Saturday/Sunday-

For as long as anyone could remember, werewolves and Lycans lived in peace. Choosing to remain separate from the rest of the world, the Lycanthropes retreated to the deepest depths of the Gurydia Mountains. As time passed, Alphas of the surrounding territories began fearing the potential threat that loomed in the darkness. Cassius, Alpha of the Lycans and the one in charge of keeping his people safe, was forced to watch as his entire world was burned to the ground by manic wolves who ripped through the members of his pack with no mercy. Only managing to save his younger brother, he vowed to get his revenge even if it took the life he had left. As the youngest daughter to the reigning Crescent Valley Alpha family, Monaia felt out of place within her community. Choosing to study under the current doctor, she spent most of her time helping the injured and desperate members of her pack. When she stumbles upon a wounded male near the cliff that separated their land from the Gurydia Mountains, she wastes no time bringing him back to the village to nurse him back to health. Only when he reveals his identity as the youngest Lycan brother does she realize what exactly she welcomed into her family's home. Even worse, as chaos ensues when the sole man hell-bent on their destruction bursts through the border to protect the only family he has left, Naia manages to seal her fate by welcoming them both with open arms. ***Updated every Thursday Best Rankings: *#1 in protection **#1 in Lycans ***#1 in werewolf romance ****#1 in parents

Somethings are not what they seem to be. A wendigo or wind spirit may in fact be all around us we just haven't found them or they just don't want to be found. I'll tell you a little story. Life comes before death but what comes after in certain situations? Slow updates

When Detective Poe Treadwell's brother is found brutally murdered, the case becomes personal. The body is torn apart, the crime scene soaked in blood - and nothing about it makes sense. Haunted by grief and the wreckage of his own life, Poe is driven to find the killer. But the clues don't add up, and the deeper he goes, the more reality begins to fracture. What hunts in the dark isn't human. And it knows Poe better than anyone.

This saga will follow the story Jacob Corvinus the oldest son of Alexander Corvinus and big brother to Marcus and William.

Lycans

Memories are all gone, nothing left behind. What is the difference between reality and fantasy anymore? Grace Matters is willing to fight for what she believes in, no matter the case or whoever is against her. She needs to find out what is real and what is make-believe. It is either following her dreams or believing what people tell her. Yet, the story doesn't end when the truth finally comes out in the open. Old friends become new, old love becomes reunited and enemies play a part in making the reality a neverending disaster. Throw in the existence of supernatural beings to keep everyone on their toes. Follow Grace in her journey into finding out who the real Grace Matters is.

---- 🐺 The True Luna: Reborn > I was born under a blood moon, into a name that carried weight - whispered through generations like prophecy. Moon. Sacred. Feared. Expected to rise. But the wolf inside me never woke. No shift. No howl. Just silence... and shame. When the mate bond snapped into place, I felt hope bloom - sharp, trembling, dangerous. Then he looked at me. And chose someone else. Not because I was unworthy... But because I terrified him. I left it all behind. The pack. The promise. The broken destiny. I buried the girl they wanted and became something else. A shadow in the human world. A woman with ink-stained fingers and secrets in her eyes. I don't need a mate. I don't crave power. But darkness... darkness has always known my name. Then he appeared. Prince Damien Knight Walker. Lycan royalty. A predator cloaked in silk and war. He touched me with his eyes first - like he was peeling back my skin. He says I belong to him. But I am not his to tame. There's something dangerous inside me now. Something ancient. Hungry. Awake. Let the kingdoms tremble. I'm Arielle Moon. And I wasn't reborn to be someone's Luna. I was reborn to burn thrones. ---

"You've got to be kidding me..." I heard someone say in a low voice. I turned around and saw the goddess' gift to womankind. (I'm being sarcastic but he might seriously be thinking that about himself. Why is he my mate? Goddess, why him of all people?) I could already see he doesn't want me. (Why don't I feel the pull of the bond? Aren't I suppose to shift my whole world to my mate?) Even though I was confused, this was perfect. He approached me. "Look, I know you think you hit the jackpot-" "I don't know what you think but I think I should stop you there and make it easy, okay? I, Akira Tsukikawa of the Tsukikawa clan reject you, Ichirou Chiyama of the Chiyama clan as my mate." His eyes widened as he suddenly grabbed his chest and panted heavily. (He didn't expect that, huh? I'm not as hurt as I thought I would be. It's more like a hangover headache but that's about it.) "Well...? Aren't you rejecting me back? Need me to guide you through?" ~~0~~0~~0~~0~~0~~ Akira Tsukikawa. Even though of direct lineage to her clan, she wasn't considered an heir because of one thing and one thing only. She's a half-breed. Even her father, who was the best candidate for next Alpha, has lost favor with the rest of the clan because of her. Just because she's a hybrid. Worse, no one knows what's the other half, not even her father. And since she's just a half-breed mutt of unknown origin, she's considered of the lowest caste in the whole werewolf world. And so it was no surprise when her mate-to-be, next Alpha of the Chiyama clan, decided to reject her. Before he could though, she rejected him, first. That didn't sit right with him. No one rejects Ichirou Chiyama without his express permission. He is now a man on a mission and the mission? Make that half-breed fall in love with him before rejecting her as mate.

A library thats been in the town for as long as anyone can remember, and is rumored to be centuries old, is in desperate need of a Librarian. Who better than Midnight Himself, the Town Loner, and only Goth, who rises to the challenge amongst the Prejudice. Between the mysterious Disappearances, and Upkeep of the Library, He realizes that something is going on. So he decides to investigate. This causes more problems, as he has to find a way to stop the god from causing the towns annihilation due to his centuries old hatred of the human race, and juggle being the descendant of a very powerful witch, struggling to get a grasp on his own abilities. A werewolf deity bent on the destruction of the quiet Little, meets the shy little recluse, what an odd pairing. Will Midnight stop him before it's too late with the help of his friends, or will the town be leveled in the fiery pits of rage. A/N: Cover art is not mine and All credit goes to the artist. Dark Fantasy- #106 (1/20/2025) Dark Fantasy- #86 (1/23/2025)

A drug. That's how this entire thing started. A drug was made that took the vampyr side away from you, as long as you stayed injected by it, you were powerless. For centuries the vampyr had been on top. Never knowing fear. That was until now, it was all about to change because of a drug. It may not change for all vampyr but those who were captured, were now injected and at the bottom of the food chain- as long as they stayed injected. She found herself surrounded by those who hated her kind, Lycans. They had been the ones to set her free from that hell, only to a new hell. She was in a lions den. Only this time, she wasn't the lion.

The man bent down and wrapped his arms around me, picking me up bridal style. "Wait!" I called, immediately regretting it. I moved my hands quickly up to my ears as they began to ring. The man shushed me and I scowled, I didn't even know him and doubted he knew me, why'd he think he was so in charge. He opened the door to his car and placed me in the passenger seat, buckled me as well. I was none to gentle when I slapped his hand and buckled myself. I don't care what he thinks of me but is he is going to have an opinion of it might as well be a good one. I can buckle myself. Once he was in the car as well, I turned to look at him for the first time since my vision cleared. He had a slightly guarded expression as he looked straight ahead. His hair was a dirty blonde and styled to the right, it was fairly long and made me think of someone you'd see at a beach in California - yes I'm aware how stereotypical that is. His jawline was defined and his face was covered in a little bit of scruff. He obviously hadn't shaved recently. I began to look at his eyes when I suddenly began to feel my heart beat rush. Once I realized what I'd gotten myself into I sat up straighter and grabbed the handle of the car door to steady myself. He glanced at me and then returned his gaze to the road. I immediately felt my face flush, turning an embarrassing shade of red. I looked down at my lap, reluctant to look at him again. "I-uh um. I'm Marlo. " I hesitated, "what's your name?" "Finn. Finn Austin."

The 'Druid's Tower' gloomed in darkness, save for the flickering torches that barely lit it. And housed at the center of a rotunda in the Druid's Tower, was a very large wooden grey table known as 'The Council' (with the alphas of the different packs in Michigan seated about it). For generations, serious matters had been brought and settled before The Council. But was it the case of this present matter? A mischievous werewolf had killed not one, not two but three alpha werewolves, leaving the council wondering what he might decide to do with the amount of power he has gained.

In a hidden world where witches, lycans, and vampires rule from the shadows, fiery witch Liora Vale makes the mistake of falling for Kaelen Dravik - heir to the most feared pack dynasty. Their love is intoxicating, forbidden... and doomed. When betrayal rips them apart, Liora vanishes, carrying a secret she never meant to keep. Years later, fate forces their paths to cross again. Kaelen doesn't remember the witch who once shattered his soul - his stepmother saw to that - but he can't explain why Liora feels like home... or why her little boy has his eyes. Now, with pack politics closing in and an ancient war stirring, Liora must decide if she can trust the man who unknowingly broke her heart - or if loving him again will destroy them all.

After the sudden death of her mother, Tash begins seeing monsters in every shadow. When these monsters turn out to be very real and very dangerous, she must figure out why they are hunting her and what is the demon's key? With the help of a half-demon, Ezra, and a secret, ancient Brotherhood - Tash must confront her own demons and learn to save herself.

What it says on the tin. Poems about what it's like (for me, at least) to be a therian/otherkin. DO NOT TRANSLATE, REPOST, OR COPY ANY OF MY WORK WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE AND CONSENT. READERS, IF YOU SEE SOMEONE DOING THIS, REPORT THEM.

The world is ruled by werewolves. It has been for decades. Technology is advanced all over the world and werewolves have managed to make every continent thrive with their superior genes in intelligence, physical strength and of course brutality. Werewolves hold all the power. They rule, they choose the best candidates for top jobs and hardly any humans have any place on the top... Humans still live amongst werewolves but in fear as they are the weaker ones. But as long as humans keep their heads down and don't get on the wrong side of any werewolves they wont be hurt. In this world dominant werewolves love to exercise their power and don't tolerate the weak. The most powerful survive and thrive in this new world. This is the story of this world in the eyes of a group of teenagers in a town in North America. Cover by @ayanz88

This is Charles story after leaving Beacon Hills and moving to a place far away from Beacon Hills, to try and live a semi normal life without supernatural threats constantly. Accept the place that Charles decided to move has secrets of it's own, but what happens when they are revealed? Including his own secrets when he meets a rather odd detective, and what he is gets exsposed?

People say time changes things...though she's never believed that. Scarlett Quinn has spent a decade cloaked in grief, power, and secrecy. Orphaned at nine and burdened with the legacy of a hidden bloodline, she now stands at the helm of a powerful corporation. Scarlett belongs to the royal bloodline of a powerful race and as a late daïmon, she is burdened with the fact that she is the only one in her family who cannot access dark magic. and so her face must remain hidden from the world. Her black-and-gold scaled mask is more than tradition-it's protection. As the anniversary of her family's deaths approaches, so does a reckoning-one that will bring her the truth of who she because some masks were never meant to be worn forever...and some dragons were never meant to sleep. *** She looked up and moved backward instantly, creating a good enough distance between her and whoever it was that wanted a dagger stuck in her. A man dropped down a few feet in front of her. He looked up at her with a sly grin. "It's good to see you again Scarlett,"

It has been many year since the lycans revealed themselves to the world, supernatural creatures living in the small world with human, causing war and damage in the human life, both the werewolves and vampire fought and destroyed each other without on mercy, this has make many human had a difficult adjusting to their presence. But is why the Moon Blue goddess has to bring this two creatures together, to accept their faith, by bring two kind and pure person in this two creatures, to make peace. Connection of bonds is between a new born creatures that will bring peace, happiness and change in the life of the two creatures fighting each other, the Moon Blue goddess as prophecy it, that, this two new born creatures are Destiny to be bond together and nothing can change that. Will this prophecy come to pass, or it will be easy for them, or will the lycan and vampire agree with this prophecy of a thing or will this two creatures accept each other as mate, Find out what happen. find out what will happen