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The Viking Chase

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Twigs quietly snapped as I moved my heavy feet towards the pond where the singing was coming from. 
Heart beating with excitement I drew closer until I could see through the branches to the figure in the water. My gods was the painful walk through the the thorns were worth it. In the middle of the water was the back of a naked girl washing herself. She had beautiful long black locks that swept the water's surface where it rested at her waist. Her hair was so dark it contrasted sharply with her milky white skin.&amp;amp;nbsp;
Everything in me wanted to go to her but I knew a strong Viking warrior covered in blood might frighten her away. For now I'll enjoy my view and wait for the chance to see the young maidens face. Once I know what she looks like then I can search for her face within in the village not far from here.
A cruel smile of a predator spread across my face as I anticipated the hunt for my prey later, one that would not end until I got what I wanted. 

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Sorry I'm not good at descriptions so I put a sneak peek in instead. Not sure where I'm going with this but I randomly got this idea and wanted to get in down before I forgot.All Rights Reserved

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Claimed by the Viking by __Jeannette__

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

Moving In by _CallMe_Crazy

Blaze White is the New Girl at the Prep school in her mothers old home town. But her only goal for senior year is to keep a low profile, no friends, no parties and NO boys. Axel may be adored and worshipped by his peer-but he hates people, except 5. So when a beautiful but closed off girl suddenly enters his group. He is not welcoming of the mysterious beauty despite the pull they both feel. •••• WARNING: This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt. *** Like a deer in head lights, I freeze and watch as the car comes towards me expecting to get hit. But to my surprise, the car swerves to the side slightly next to me and comes to a stop. I take a deep breath I didn't know I was holding at the driver's side door swings open and a very pissed off Axel steps out. "Thank god," I mumble and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath. "Blaze?" He says and I hate it. I hate how he says my name as if it's his. Like he knows it's the only thing I want to hear, him calling out to me, looking at me, focused to me. It's the first time in my life I wanted someone's attention so badly I didn't care how I got it. And that was too dangerous for me to hold onto. "Are you insane or some shit? I could have killed you!" He says and starts to walk towards me. I take a big breath and step back away from him, "s-stop! Axel," I stutter still panting. It's then he notices the blood on my hands and shirt. "Is that blood?" He asks staring at my shirt and I take another step back. "Stop, stay b-back," I try to say confidently but I can't even breath right. Realizing he won't listen I start to turn around planning to make a break for it. "Don't run from me Blaze it won't go well," he growls reading my thoughts causing me to freeze in my spot. "Do not ever think you can get away from me."

THE TRUE ALPHA AND HIS GIFTED WITCH. by MonicaGunasekaran

''Vasu!" I whispered. Both of them grabbed my hand, and she exclaimed, "It's following; we have to get the hell out of here!" I jerked my hand from their grip and ran towards the wolf. When I was near it, I stopped, standing just a few feet away. "Madhu! What the heck are you doing? It's trying to hurt us!" she said. I took a step forward and shook my head, almost whispering, "No... it's not." I began walking towards the wolf, and our eyes locked. I felt a spark; I swear, I'm not wrong. Suddenly, a wave of energy travelled behind me and hit the wolf, throwing it away. "Sweetheart! It hurts... tell them to stop it!" Vasu's voice echoed in my ears. I lifted a protective shield around me and the wolf. I took a step towards the wolf; they both shouted at me not to go near it, but I didn't listen. Once I was near the wolf, I looked into its eyes. "Vasu! ... It's Vasu," I shouted and took a step back. The wolf kept its eyes on mine. They continued yelling at me that it's not Vasu, but I knew. My heart knew it was him. I knelt down and placed my hand on his head. In that moment, his eyes turned into a deep, dark red shade. I gulped. "I know it's you. Please come back to me!" I said. With his eyes locked with mine, he nodded and shifted back to human. During the transformation, I heard his bones breaking. Within a few moments, he transformed back into human, and I gasped. "Sweetheart... it hurts..." he said and fainted . The girl, who has less confidence about herself, is a selfless individual, always putting her family's happiness before her own. She is willing to give up her love for the sake of her family's well-being. Similarly, the boy shares the same selfless mindset, being ready to sacrifice his love for her happiness. However, sometimes, fate has other plans. Their love possesses a healing power. However, when their pasts resurface and impact their lives, how will they handle each other? How will they navigate a situation where they discover their inner power?

Toxic Impulse ⁕ by TopazGems

*Completed* "Well?" he asked. She turned around swiftly, her hair swiping against his chin and mouth. "Well...I'm still contemplating..." She tapped her fingers along his chest then met his eyes. "If you deserve that information." She smiled. He grinned. Her eyes read hunger as they darted from his own, to his moist lips, and back again. She stepped closer to him, their lips only mere centimeters apart. His hot, minty breath sent tingles up her legs as she yearned to taste them. There was no need in waiting, she knew what she wanted and she would have it. --- Being the head woman in charge comes with many perks. Many of these which involve living a sensuous, adventurous, and lustrous life at the prime age of 25. For one woman, she damn near has everything. Everything that she alone sought out and achieved on her own. Her wondrous beauty and mystifying lifestyle have many craving to be in her presence. She is a master of allurement. the spellbinding power comes naturally to her. She takes pride in seeking and engaging in pleasure. Sometimes, though, such pleasures come with a risk. For if she isn't wary, she may crumble in her own dominion. --- ***Mature content (intimacy, language, some violence) Graphic descriptions ahead. If you're ready for a whirlwind of emotions, step inside!***

The Alphas Angel by 2001Brooke1

A loud howl full of power breaks me from my thoughts, it's my father alerting our pack I'm missing. I don't have much more time to get out of our territory but I have to go I can't stay here anymore..I stop running for a moment and pull a note addressed to my dad from my jacket pocket and place it on the ground. The note is covered in my sent so they will find it. Another howl hits my ears and I begin to run again faster than before.I can hear them now they aren't far behind me 'We can't do this we have to turn around and go home' my wolf pleads 'So you want to go back to being bullied by our own pack!' I replied back She didn't reply, and the howling stopped I guess they found my note... "ANGEL DO NOT DO THIS" is the last thing I hear my father yell before I leave my packs territory. Angel is on the run ,but what happens when she finds her mate will everything change. A War is around the corner will Angel be able to stop it in time or will she fight along with her mate, Pack and Family...

The Story of Midnight by Silverwynd

"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

Runaway teen by N_Multani

"She's my step-sister and she's like a sister to Alpha Vincent." James said making me smile. I sat down and saw Vincent and James shift into beautiful wolves. Vincent was a light brown wolf with red streaks, James was a gray wolf with bits of white on them. "Wow" I said. I hope they brought clothes since there previous ones are shredded to bits. Natalie laughed out. "Umm, guys did you bring extra clothes since those ones aren't worthy of being worn anymore." I said stifling my laughter. Their eyes popped out of their head at the thought of going home nude, I couldn't hold it back anymore, I was back in the same position laughing my head off with Natalie laughing my my head. "Ethan, please go get them some shorts." Marcus said smiling at their stupidity. I took off my hoodie and wrapped it around my waist because of the heat. James and Vincent stared at my shoulders, I looked down to see nothing there and was confused for a minute and then it clicked that my wounds had healed completely. I lifted my top slightly to see that there was a faint scar of the burn, I smiled at the thought of no more pain. I looked up to see the wolves were gone. "You have a lot of explaining to do young lady." I turned around to see Vincent and James with only shorts on. "I don't know what you mean?" I said innocently. I looked around to see Ethan gone. "We mean how did your wounds heal so quickly?" Vincent replied. "Well to get an answer you will have to catch me first." I said running off letting my wolf take over once again, Natalie shifts into my wolf and takes off. My name is Raven and I am 16 years old, ever since I was 13 I have been badly assaulted by my step-mother while my dad attends his business trips. My mother died when I was 13, I have brown long hair and light blue eyes with pale skin.

Revenge is Killer by Peace_Love_Passion

Two powerful men at each other's throats to get back for what the other did, except the cycle just continues. It never subdued, war, death, and anger stayed at the forefront of everything. Not until someone comes and changes the game. ~ I was so confused. I have two mates? The king was about to lunge at his brother, but I stopped him. "Stop. I need to think." I said holding my head. I could see the hate in the boy's eyes. Perhaps I can use myself to get them to makeup. "I need to hear the story again, with detail, both sides, no lies." I asked desperately, I was confused. Maybe this was my job, to make them forgive each other somehow through me. "Brother I think you should go first, you did with everything else." The king clenched his teeth and his eyes flash red as the man plopped himself down on a chair. "Sir I would prefer if you told your story first. I have already heard it from him." I tried to step closer but the king snatched me back not wanting me to go near him. My heart felt as if it was stabbed and I leaned over in pain. "If I don't mark her soon, she won't survive her body will think I am rejecting her. I don't think she can survive one." I could see the concern in the other eyes. His grip loosened and I was carried to him and placed in his lap. I was relieved immediately. I looked up to him and admired his features, they were almost exactly the same as the Kings but his seemed a slight bit milder. "What beauty you have my dear." He spoke softly. I snuggled closer to him, loving the comfort he gave me. I felt the urge to have my body pressed against his as it held mine perfectly. Hugging him as I felt his smile in my curly hair. "You're as pure as an heart can get, as sweet as honey from a hive, as beautiful as Aphrodite herself." He brushed my hair behind my ear and kissed my collarbone. "Fuck." He whispered as I shivered from the pleasure. "Your skin is like silk on my fingertips, velvet on my lips."

ROSES AND RUIN by Nef_3rtiti

"I've had enough of your games," He growled, sending an involuntary shiver up my spine. "For the last time, who... the fuck... are you?" The demand had his voice dropping a pitch lower with each word and it suddenly got harder to breathe. A ripple of anxiety began a slow crawl up my spine, and I moistened my lips. "I- I'm Willow, Julie's girlfriend?" Why was I nervous all of a sudden? "Again with this shit, I don't care who the fuck your little girlfriend is. What do you want?" ~•~•~•~ Following her father's passing, Willow Macomber and her family were plunged into the harsh realities of poverty, where they struggled to make ends meet while burdened with debt. Saddled with a neglectful mother consumed by addiction and betrayed by a world that preyed on the vulnerable, Willow's once fragile heart hardened over time, leading her to develop a deep mistrust of men and seek solace with a woman who offered the love and security she longed for. Unbeknownst to Willow, Julie's deception poses a grave threat, entangling her in a complex web of deceit. Enter Dorian Wilhelm-White: ruthless, self-absorbed, volatile, and strikingly handsome, Dorian embodies everything Willow despises. Yet from their very first encounter, she was his, whether she liked it or not; and against his better judgment, Dorian is drawn to her fierce defiance with a passion. Sparks fly despite their stark differences, and attraction, unlike anything before simmers beneath the surface of their anger and suspicion. However, Dorian harbors his own darkness, and Willow soon comes to realize that giving in to him may come at a steep price... But is it one she's ready to pay?

Sex And Writing|| 18+ [{Completed}] by mercifulmeh

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

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Claimed by the Viking

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.