A Roar At Midnight

A Roar At Midnight

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 20, 2018
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Fanfic
Twilight
You've been living in Lionsden for your whole life with your mother and older brother. Usually, nothing happens around this town, but a bunch of model looking new boys move in town and they don't seem to be drama-free. Your best friend is drooling and so is every girl in town, but that's by far not all... Claws Fangs And more? Authors note I PROMISE YOU IT GETS MORE INTERESTING THAN THE BEGINNING, give it a try pls This story is still in writing. Please understand that there will be many cover and plot upgrades and maybe even Title changes. I hope you understand, sincerely, Mew.
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Lunas are revered. Lunas are loved. Lunas are protected. Chosen by Alpha of the Southern River Border, Isabel is none of these. Isabel cleans herself thoroughly, meticulously, trying to get rid of the soot that covers her soul. Lars is a hybrid, a wolf shapeshifter with Waverider powers. He is quite skilled with water spells, but his core freezes when he discovers that his true mate has already been claimed by another. Lars is willing to fight for what is his to revere, love and protect. Until the ghosts appear. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "But I still have to do one thing today. Strip," he orders, and I stare at him in shock, watching him swiftly remove his jacket and t-shirt. "What? No!" I cross my arms tighter on my chest, but then instantly regret my audacity. If he's anything like his predecessor, my protest will just spur him on. "Suit yourself," he shrugs and his pants fly over the other clothes piled at his feet. Standing tall in front of me, he speaks in the low voice that effortlessly controls the minds of his wolves: "I have no intention of touching you, Isabel. But my beast fought for his mate and he will run with her tonight. Shift." ----------- This story contains mature content and triggering themes. Intended only for the 18+ readers. ~130 000 words Cover photo(s): Linda Kazares/Darius Cotoi via Unsplash.

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