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She thought running was the only option, escaping her way of surviving. How could she trust anyone after everything she'd seen? After everything she knew? How can she make the voices in her head stop talking without living on edge? Everyone fails to understand her. Only maybe if she met the right one... ----- Hi so this is my first attempt at writing something so pls don't judge :,) Btw sorry if there are any grammar mistakes (also I couldn't really think of a good name so this is it for now) PS: Any images I use as covers are not mine (mostly from Pinterest)

I knew I was different. Wasn't born in a hospital like normal people, and my life wasn't cherished by my family. I am cursed among a pack of wolves. I am a fox, and this is how I got to realize my life and my destiny is mine to own. My name is Lachlan and this is how I discover my fate. [[This world aligns itself with WOLF SOUL: Trilogy]]

Lucy Parker Your average eighteen-year-old girl right? Wrong. When Lucy was eleven she shifted into a huge red fox. When she shifted she got this 'voice' in her head called Faith, that said she was her 'inner fox'. Over the years Lucy started shifting into other animals, from birds to cats, big and small, to wolves, small rodents, and much more. Lucy has been an orphan since she was ten when her parents died in a car crash. She is now eighteen with her own apartment and is about to start a new job but nothing ever turns out right for Lucy now does it? When Lucy is walking in the park one evening, she is kidnapped by three guys, that just won't let her go... *Some inserts not entire chapter* *They were chasing me but I was nearly in the forest when something tackled me sending sparks flying wherever they touched me. When I realised it was... Xavier? Who tackled me, I started to struggle in his hold, but I couldn't get out. "Calm down I'm not going to hurt you." He said softly with a small smile. I snorted, that's what they all say. "No, you're not, but I'm going to hurt you." I replied before bringing up my leg and kicking him where the sun doesn't shine. This caused him to roll off of me and I jumped up. so quick I nearly missed it, Xavier stepped forward and grabbed me so my back was pressed against his chest and his arms were holding my arms by my sides. I struggled, but that's when I realised, I'm too short to ram my head into his chin, my arms were held down and my legs completely useless. I. Was. Trapped.* The Werewolf And The Shapeshifter, it was fate at its finest If you want the full prologue read the werewolf and the shapeshifter...I would appreciate it ;) Warning: there will be swearing and some mild other crap

I made this a while ago I recently found it again and thought I'd post it Before he was Everest, he was just a kid named Tracer Campbell-brilliant, quiet, stubborn, and born different. A shapeshifter with untapped potential and no real place in the world, Tracer fought beside Spider-Man in the shadows of New York long before the Avengers ever knew his name. But when a catastrophic mission destroyed his suit and scattered his path, Tracer disappeared. For years, he worked deep undercover with Nightwing in Blood City, tracking the movement of a dangerous alien artifact-something that unraveled minds and left nothing but chaos in its wake. Their mission became survival. And survival became silence. Now? The silence is over. When the Avengers stumble across old footage of a rooftop long forgotten, Peter Parker recognizes someone he never thought he'd see again: Everest. Pulled back into the light, Everest finds himself navigating a world he doesn't trust, surrounded by heroes who don't yet understand him, and trying to rebuild more than just a suit-he's rebuilding himself. This is a story about what happens when the battle is over, but the war inside you isn't. About trauma, healing, friendship, family, and finding a home in a tower full of misfits, geniuses, and the loudest ferret in existence. Everest has always had powers. The suit didn't give them to him-he was born different. The suit simply channeled his strength, amplified his abilities, and allowed his shapeshifting to truly shine. When it was destroyed, the glitch effects and it's other abilities vanished-but his powers, his core, him... remained. ⸻ Yes, the Marvel and DC universes exist together in this story. They coexist. They overlap. And sometimes, they collide in unexpected ways. This is not about choosing a side. It's about what happens when both sides make room for someone like him.

Jasper Hale x Male OC The vampire always looked like he was in pain. Of course destiny would give him more. Started: February 3, 2026 Finished: Highest Rankings: 1 in #jasperhalexmaleoc, #shapeshifter, #edwardcullen 2 in #xmaleoc 3 in #jasperhalexoc 6 in #charlieswan 7 in #xoc 8 in #forks, #twilightsaga 10 in #jaspercullen, #jasperwhitlock

I don't remember a damn thing about my past. For four years I've been living in this city, working in a bar and pretending I'm just some normal guy trying to survive. That's it. Simple life. Nothing special. Then one night this insanely handsome guy walks into the bar, and suddenly my whole body starts acting like it's losing its mind. Pain everywhere. A voice in my head. And before I can even understand what the hell is happening, I turn into a fucking wolf. Turns out I'm not human. I'm an Omega werewolf. Now I'm stuck in a world of wolves, packs, hunters, and secrets nobody wants to explain. And the worst part? Someone stole my memories. And something tells me those bastards aren't done with me yet.

Being first in line to the throne, Song Xun had gotten used to having a target on his back. Upon his return home from a two year assignment at the northern border, his younger brothers soon realized that their normally studious and quiet brother had suddenly grown up into a calm, yet-capable man. The arrows no longer came close to their mark. The poison tea was left untouched on its tray. And any assassins that were sent to his pavilion were never seen again. Right when they thought that their older brother no longer had any gaps in his armor, a little, fuzzy weakness suddenly showed up one cold rainy day...

In a quiet temple town in Kerala, Kalyani's life is simple - college classes, Bharatanatyam practice, temple festivals, and constantly arguing with the most infuriating boy in her project group. Vedaksh. The quiet one with the strange eyes. The one everyone seems drawn to. The one who watches her like he's waiting for something to happen. Kalyani thinks he's odd. Vedaksh thinks she's impossible. Because for the first time in his life, his power doesn't work on someone. But some secrets are not meant to stay hidden forever. And the night Kalyani sees something she was never supposed to see... everything between them begins to change. Something ancient is waking. Something dangerous is watching. And somehow, Kalyani is at the center of it all. But what happens when the boy she's been arguing with isn't human at all?

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴏᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ. ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. "𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵?" "𝘠𝘦𝘴." "𝘞𝘩𝘺?" "𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶."

Sam has always been good at not looking too closely at things. The fire that doesn't burn her. The candles that bend toward her when she walks past. The dreams - six months of the same dream - where she stands in a city that is ending, beside two figures whose faces she can never quite see, fighting something that has no name. She is twenty-four. She lives in a borrowed city. She is very tired. A week in the Scottish Highlands is supposed to be quiet. Mountains, clean air, a sky that doesn't feel like a damp coat. She is not wrong about any of that. She is wrong about what else is waiting there. Because something has always been waiting for her. Two women in a Highland pub who look at her like they already know her name. A goddess sleeping in her blood who is running out of patience. A city beneath every city - ancient, governed, and currently very afraid of what she is becoming. An enemy who has been building toward this for a very long time. And a prophecy that the one person who read it decided the world wasn't ready for. She isn't ready either. That stops mattering soon.

"Malina!" The name tore itself from my throat as I turned, panic surging violently through me. My little sister. Only eleven. Her eyes found mine instantly, wide with fear, filled with tears that streamed down her pale face. She tried to say something, but it dissolved into a violent cough, dark blood spilling from her lips. "No... no, stay with me," I begged, my voice rising, shaking. "You have to stay with me." She couldn't hear me. Or maybe she could-and it didn't matter. Her body began to tremble, small at first, then stronger, more violently, as if something inside her was breaking apart. A rash spread across her skin, angry and inflamed, crawling up her arms and across her neck. She clawed at it desperately, her nails tearing into her own flesh, leaving streaks of blood behind. "Malina, stop-please!" I was screaming now, my voice raw, my throat burning. But there was nothing I could do. Her movements slowed. Weakened. And then... they stopped completely. Her body went still, her hand frozen where it had clawed at her skin, her eyes still open but empty, staring at nothing. All the life inside them-gone. After Felizia Carlotta Díaz gets out of her trauma she starts to rebuild her pack. Another country, another chance of life. With the new roll as the alpha, new problems occur she needs to face. Her feelings looked away in fear. As she meets her supposed to be mate all she feels is fear. Not a shape shifter but a werewolf. What if he hurts her too? What if he pulls apart the walls she had carefully build? She locks down and faces away from her chance of love. But who said that quitting is a way in the world of werewolves?

No one in town talks about the forest anymore. Not after the disapperances. not after the cold winters when the wind started sounding like voices. Mara Calder never believed the stories. Skin Walkers stealing faces. The starving spirit in the trees that learns your name. Those were just things people said to scare kids away from the woods. But when Mara and her friends cross the old trail line, the forest grows quiet in a way that feels intentional. Footprints appear where no one walked. The wind whispers things it should not know. And when one of them disappear, something comes back wearing his smile. The Rules reveal themselves too late. Do not answer the voices you can not see. Do not follow the footprints that end too cleanly. and if someone returns alone... do not let them touch you. Because the forest is hungry. it is learning. And it does not let anyone leave unchanged. by the time Mara understands what is hunting them, the real question is no longer who will survive. it is who the forest plans to keep.

[ An Interactive Original Fiction][Yandere!Monster X Reader] Moving to Necromonix Manor was supposed to be a new step in the direction of normalcy... Yet, here I am. The unluckiest girl who just happens to live with actual monsters. It's really not that bad... Sure, the house is a bit chilly with the active haunting and all. And, don't forget, my BFF has a newfound lust for blood. A full moon out here isn't complete without the howling of wolves and the stink of the undead. And, in the middle of it all, I'm struggling for hours at the local café so I can pay rent to a fire elemental. Hopefully I'll make it through the year...

In a city haunted by rumors of curses and monsters, Nicolette Oliveros came back to her hometown only to find out that her father, Sylvester, mysteriously died in the woods. The authorities claimed that snake bite caused his death yet Nicolette refused to believe it. While unraveling answers, another corpse was found in the street. Nothing but a single bullet in the chest caused its death. For some reasons, the death of the mysterious corpse was link to her father's death and something big from the past that had been buried for centuries. Would the case of this mysterious corpse answer all Nicolette's questions? Or it would unfold a dark secret from the past?

Shaft Crimson, a Variant Shapeshifter Samoyed, walked a path of quiet normalcy-yet beneath the surface, a tempest of ancient dreams had long since taken root. Each night, he was beckoned by a world of eternal frost and the silvered shadows of wolves prowling through a relentless storm. These visions were so hauntingly visceral, so absolute, that the boundary between his waking life and the frozen echoes of his mind had begun to dissolve into mist.When a school expedition brings Shaft to the very frozen heart of Alaska, the boundary between his waking life and his haunted dreams finally shatters. The hazy visions crystallize, leading him through the biting frost to the long-buried echoes of an ancient lineage. Here, amidst the howling gales, he must confront a truth more dangerous than the storm itself-one that entwines his blood with a forgotten legacy. With every step across the ice, the secrets of the North begin to bleed into reality, and the hunt for his true origin begins.

Three male dragons, Alex, Ivi and Arilabrithion, hopelessly and completely in love for over a millennium, a happily married triple, show their ability to support children as part of their commitment to be peace bringers, and later become, at the urging of the goddess Hale and with her close support, the caregivers and guardians for three young blue dragon brothers, lost, lonely and alone. So begins the Caregivers saga, the story of those men, those fathers, and the lives and adventures of their sons, Kriezan, Maemektix and Tokus. This collection comprises twelve separate stories, some singular parts, others divided into chapters, telling the tale of the family thus created and the adventures the brothers have as they live out their lives with their fathers' support. It includes love stories, stories of bringing up children, stories of mistakes, stories featuring characters from my other tales, and others, all of which link to each other. A few sections of the story have minor elements of mature content and where this is the case and where I don't think editing will help, I will either publish the offending paragraphs in a separate document, or else will blank out a word or two and replace it with ______. I will highlight when I have done this but for the most part, the tales within this collection are not mature, in the sense that they do not actively describe sex or violence in any way gratuitously. They might on occasion mention sex or lovemaking, but not in an explicit way, and there will be the occasional swearing and bad language and indication of fighting. The collection begins with the story of the title, Caregivers, which has four chapters.

An average Wattpad reader winds up in a story―and a sauna. One pair of smoldering eyes and one fire extinguisher later, she has met her male love interest, learned that he's a billionaire mafia werewolf and that she's a millionaire vampire werewolf, and chaos ensues. Will the enemies-to-lovers trope work its magic? Or is she doomed to a failed plot in a story that will forever be left unfinished? Enjoy the insanity. She won't. (But I will complete her story because I'm not that mean of an author.)

Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I do not own any part of the franchise except for the original characters I have created, including the main protagonist. I do not support any views or actions associated with the author, including racism, transphobia, or homophobia.

Elizabeth 'Lizzie' Mariana Swan is the younger daughter of Charlie Swan and his former girlfriend Samantha Robertson. She also has an older half-sister, Isabella. Lizzie has a great relationship with both of her parents but she can't say the same about her sister. Bella has always hated her for some reason that she could never understand. Shortly after her fifteenth birthday. Lizzie and her mother make the decision to return to their hometown following the sudden passing of Lizzie's maternal grandmother. What will happen when Lizzie is thrust into a world she has never known existed and in the process encounters the one who was made just for her? How will she handle it all and will her closeness with those that she holds dear to her suffer? *READ TO FIND OUT*

What if the person you're destined for is a stranger you've always known? Luke Drayven has spent his life haunted by dreams of a mysterious girl and a legacy he can't remember. When a letter summons him to a remote German village for the reading of a will, he's thrust into a world of ancient secrets, psychic bonds, and a family history written in blood and moonlight. Kaia Raven has always felt out of place-until she meets Luke, the architect who sketches her face in every city he visits. Together, they inherit more than an estate: they inherit a curse, a connection that defies logic, and a destiny that could save-or doom-the world. As memories unravel and supernatural threats close in, Luke and Kaia must confront the truth about their pasts, their powers, and the love that binds them. But some threads are meant to be broken, and some legacies demand a sacrifice. In a world where memory is magic and forgetting is deadly, can two souls find each other before the darkness claims them both? Perfect for fans of slow-burn romance, psychic bonds, and werewolf lore. This is a rewrite of my Inheritance of Shadow, but completely different All images created for the chapters have been AI generated