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Guardian

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Reads 1,633
Votes 64
Parts 15
Time 1h 27m

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I was born a Custorian. protector and guardian of supernatural .
he rejected me thinking that I was weak . because of him I suffered.

Custorians are guardians of werewolves. for centuries they have been a secret group bound
to protect werewolves from the Malignans, a wicked force of former guardians
who wants to wipe out the species of werewolves.All Rights Reserved

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Verge of Insanity by Honeyvine

My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

Eternal Love by Shaeeee_shaeeee

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In a lifetime by alexflor2005

Thousands of years ago the first ever supernaturals were created. The witch, vampire, and the werewolf. By now you must've heard lots of stories but none like this. Just as senior year comes to an end, three teenagers await their eighteenth birthday to later find out that they will never be the same. As they learn to understand and control their new found powers and lives, they have yet to overcome challenging obstacles along the way. Love, friendships, relationships, will all be something they must find a balance in while trying to uncover myths and lies, surviving something that's hunted the supernatural linages for years. Will they overcome and be happy or will they uncover the darkest parts of themselves. No matter, they only have the rest of their lifetime to figure it all out.

His forever by MZMZ23

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Written in The Stars by weirdeekinkot

Friends return to their homeland after years of wandering. Hoping to make their wildest dreams come true, they find many unforgettable adventures. Obstacles and unexpected allies appear on their way. When an unknown person attacks the city with unlimited force, all plans are questioned. What is Cosmo's prophecy? And what awaits them? They are proclaimed the chosen ones who must save the world from evil.

The Wolf Of Legends by writing_wolf_01

Myths and Legends... almost everyone believes they are just fantasies made up by an overactive imagination. The powers I posses are supposedly myths and have been written down like a prophecy, waiting to come true. I was made into stories that would tell your children at night, tales of werewolves with unbelievable powers. They started long before I was even born, My name's Alexandra Burn, I have been on the run since the tender age of 12. I've been running from my past, from myself and everything that I once believed to be true. Then I found the Blood Cross Pack, and everything changed... I met my mate, friends and enemies. Join me on my journey to find a place I can finally call home.

My Blood Wolf by Bird_Wings98

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WILDLOVE by OwunebeSolomonAkatu

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Miakoda by AbbyAM101

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The Healer's Mate by AnnyVirdi

I was a werewolf without a wolf. But I developed an ability to heal wounds and injuries. My mother said the Goddess had given me this skill in place of my wolf. But there were those that saw me as undeserving and I fell prey to their abuse. My life was miserable until I met him. The Healer's Mate.

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Verge of Insanity

My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.