Werebeasts Stories

With war stripping Arrak of everything he ever loved, one little spark reignited his flame. This is his recollection on how he raised Arvl.

Dycland Sebastian, an Alpha Werewolf who's set to kill anyone who gets in his way, got sold to a mad werebeasts breeder, Fritz Sullivan, in an auction. Fritz brought Dycland to the breeding facility, the Therius Sanatorium, and forced him to sign a binding contract to the Man in the Moon with the condition to mate with female werebeasts until he got one pregnant in exchange of his freedom. Finding the contract ridiculous, Dycland disagrees. He turned away all female werebeasts who were sent his way, but not the berry scented female werewolf, Cassia Blake. Enticed by her scent, Dycland followed the female and had an intimate night with her. After spending some time with his mate, Dycland planned to leave the sanatorium with her, but what if he woke up far outside the sanatorium alone? Will he be able to get her back? DYCLAND SEBASTIAN by Hana Sachen

"You're a long way from home, aren't you?"

After arguing with his brother, Larry decides to take some time to cool his head. Laurent tired of his brother's childish behavior decided to express his frustration on the dancefloor. Will what happens while they are apart help them grow closer together or with they finally be pulled apart for good. This is the second edition of my paranormal series, "The Thirteenth". A series of short story of odd things that happen to Les Twins on the Thirteenth. See you at the end. Cover Art by GuyaneseGurl08 ~~~~ If you paid for this book and/or are reading this story on a website other than Wattpad you are contributing towards the plagiarism of my work.

Wɦɑt I'ɗ ɛѵɛʀytɦiɳg ɑɳyѳɳɛ ɛѵɛʀ kɳɛw wɑร wʀѳɳg? Wɦɑt iԲ ɛѵɛʀytɦiɳg yѳu tɦѳugɦt ɗiɗɳ't ɛxiรt iร ʀɛɑʆ? Wɛʀɛwѳʆѵɛร, ѵɑɱpiʀɛร, Բiɑʀyร, ɛѵɛʀy ɳuʀรɛʀy ʀɦyɱɛ, ɛѵɛʀy Բɑiʀytɑiʆ ɑctuɑʆʆy ɛxiรtiɳg. Tɦiร รtѳʀy iร ɑɓѳut ɑ tɛɳ yɛɑʀ ѳʆɗ giʀʆ Aɗɑʆiɳɑ Rѳรɛ Nigɦtรɦɑɗɛ ɑร รɦɛ ɗiรcѳѵɛʀร tɦɑt Eѵɛy ɱѳɳรtɛʀ รɦɛ ɛѵɛʀ kɳɛw ѳԲ wɑร ʀɛɑʆ. Kiɗɳɑppɛɗ ɑt tɦɛ ɑgɛ ѳԲ tɛɳ gʀѳwɳ up tiʆʆ รixtɛɛɳ ɑɳɗ ɗiรcѳѵɛʀiɳg wɦɑt itร ʆikɛ tѳ ʆiѵɛ witɦ รupɛtɳɑtʀɑʆร. Tɦɛ ɱɑyѳʀ ѳԲ tɦɛ tѳwɳ รɦɛ ʆiѵɛɗ iɳ ɦɑร ɓɛɛɳ รwɛɛpiɳg ʆѳt ѳԲ รtuԲԲ uɳɗɛʀ tɦɛ ʀug ʀɛcɛɳtʆy, wiʆʆ ɦɛ put ɑɳ ɛɳɗ tѳ ɦɛʀ ɛxiรtɛɳcɛ? Wiʆʆ รɦɛ Բѳʀɛѵɛʀ ɓɛ tɦɛ ʆѳรt giʀʆ ɳѳ ѳɳɛ ɛѵɛʀ Բѳuɳɗ?

Harper Liu, a sole ballerina. A lady who doesn't be convinced easily by true love and tales of unnatural world, that werebeasts exist. She's cleaved more to the reality of life; how she had received an impression of being an amateurish or disgraceful into other's eyes and making those bad impress as her strength to achieve the thing she loves; dancing. Yet, she will meet a guy who'll change everything. A man who could bring her towards the unnatural world. Who will make her believe that werebeasts exist and the one who'll make her convince that there is true love subsisting.

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It's about Kary, a wererabbit who wants to follow her love into the dangers of the human world. (please note that the title is only temporary and may change)

Orpheo was a shape-shifter. He could shift into two different animals-a jaguar and a wolf, both black as night. His name *meant* night. Or rather darkness. And he thought of himself as the Lord of Darkness. At least until his pack, his own FATHER betrayed him, and made him unable to shift into anything at all ever again. But Orpheo had rescued a young female before he'd been betrayed, and she was far more powerful than he could dream. She saves him in return, taking him into her own pack, where she turns out to be the daughter of the King of Shifters, who've been at war with the wolf packs for centuries. But that is about to change, as a witch named Shara has given a prophecy that Orpheo is the key to ending the war, and that Orpheo is far more powerful than any could ever realize... Including Orpheo himself.

Cassie was a rogue werecat, that is, until she finds out her mate is not only a werewolf, but a Beta of a pack.

There was once a civilization where shape shifting humans lived peacefully. All that change when a group of poachers invaded their kingdom, and took many of the people captive for personal gains. As the many species are scattered everywhere, two young orphaned cubs, a werelion named Hunter and a weretiger named Montoya, who had escaped from slavery embark on a journey along the Werebeast Princess Susan, her ladies in waiting, Charlotte, two werewolves, Selene and Demetri, two weredragons, Manola and Enrique and a young wereowl named Wendy to find the mastermind behind this business and restore what's left of the Werebeast Kingdom.

Everyone warned that the wizard deep within Feier Forest was a villain of unspeakable malice, a figure shrouded in dark rumors and dread. Now, William finds himself stuck watching over this so-called dark sorcerer who... ...cooks meals worthy of a royal feast, ...meticulously folds laundry with alarming precision, ...keeps the house spotless (who even dusts twice a day?), ...frets over the health of his beloved plants like they're children, ...and, to top it all off, knits cozy, handmade clothes in his spare time. Evil, indeed. "Vailen'sh tal..." William uttered a word of profanity and glared, "Humans words really can't be trusted." ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ - ꜱᴇʜʏᴀʜᴀʀᴀ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ - ꜱᴇʜʏᴀʜᴀʀᴀ 🆂🅻🅾🆆 🆄🅿🅳🅰🆃🅴🆂

"I saw you. You were there. And then you. You-" "I was what? Little boy. You. Didnt see anything." Tawny's eyes were cold and curious, this cowarding twig of skin and bones excreted fear from his pores like it could do nothing else. How could his heart pound so loudly and he not run away with the terror he couldnt hide with his trembling body and wide, terrified eyes? Her heartbeat faster in turn with his. And her smile turned ever so sweetly, her voiced soothing and coaxing calmness to his ears now. "Little lamb, why are you trembling? I dont want to hurt you... Shhhh little lamb..." But her eyes were cruel and she shivered with some kind of thrill as he stepped back. He was going to run for it. Her fingers twitched as she sidled just a little closer. How close she get before he unfroze and fled? How close could the warm honey flowing from her lips get her to his soft skin so easily broken? AUTHORS NOTE: hey 😉 so this is Tawny, a werebeast who loves the thrill of a chase. But dont we all? Arent we all just trying to find something worth fighting towards, or at least to reach out and break in some way? Id always like to know how the stories going for you ☺ comment and vote plz. Its a real incentive.