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Leof was gone.

I wanted to scream again at the thought. My Leof was dead, laid out in the shrine where I'd left him just before dawn. It hadn't taken an army to kill him, all it had taken was one wolf, one man whom he'd shown mercy to. Fenrir had done his job just as predicted, and I'd lost the only thing that mattered to me, the only thing that had kept me sane after the truth of my past was revealed. Conn was my strength, my heart, the very best parts of me and I'd never see him again. Once his body was given to the sun and his echo vanished I'd never hear him say the three words that were my reason to exist.

I love you.  I love you. I love you...

But I'm not ready to let be alone. I'm not ready for goodbye. Condemning my Leof to Valhalla is something I can't do, but what if there's no way to bring him back?

Can I just fade away? Slip into the coma and forget everything? Would it be fair to when the cohort needs me to protect them from Osier, from the Bloodied Hand, and from our ever increasing number of enemies?All Rights Reserved

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Children of the Fence (The forgotten Children) by Rueigunterson

"To the left and right, the trees were drawing closer and closer. The wind blew at my back as if it wanted to throw me off the cliff. The cliff. The abyss right beneath my feet. I gathered all my courage, took a few steps back, started running ... and jumped." You lose your memory. That's what they say, happens, when you cross the fence. The very person of you fades into the fogginess of oblivion. What comes out on the other side, once the fog has lifted, will be nothing but the empty shell you left behind. I knew this. I knew this very well. It had been recited to me countless times. Over and over again. And yet, what really happened was reserved solely to the one, who dared to take the leap. And I knew I was different. I always had been. The two voices in my head had been fighting for as long as I could remember. They had slowly melted into one and I was no longer able to tell them apart. Had I another choice? I was running out of options, just as I was running out of breath. Staying in the North meant losing myself to darkness. Going over the fence meant losing myself to oblivion. But if the person I was, was really meant to die, then I would choose to be free. I took a deep breath and counted down from ten. Goodbye, Fenrok. Whatever happens next, is Fenn's part of the story.

The North by Scottish_writer

Wolves of Ragnarök - Book 1 WINNER OF THE ALPHA AWARDS 2023! **WATTPAD FEATURED STORY** What would you give up to keep your family safe? The time when wolf shifters could roam the land freely has ended. The world is changing swiftly around us. Skin Shifters have had to sink ever deeper into the shrinking wilderness; hiding from more than just the humans who hunt us, but from shadows who stalk the night and leave chaos in their wake - creatures driven by bloodlust and pass on their sickness to the humans they feed on. My pack has seen too much of death, and has nowhere left to run to except towards one last light of hope; rumour of an Alpha of alphas gathering our kind together across the Northern sea. Our sanctuary comes in the form of Alpha Hati Hróðvitnisson, a male of undeniable strength but a burning hatred in his eyes that sears my flesh the same way his touch does. . .but even he may struggle to save me when the very blood running through my veins endangers us all. . . . . .because the prophecies of Gods and Monsters may be alive in more than just the stories after all. *** A slow-burn werewolf romance set in early medieval Scotland and Norway, interwoven with mythology and mystery. Come run with the Wolves of Ragnarök.

The Alpha King and the Slave by Cuddly_Food

**Warnig: Extremely Cliche!** I was known as a King, who didn't care. A King with a black heart, but I love you babe, and everytime I see you I just want to hold you in my arms and never let go because you're the girl that fills all the little dark places in my heart." He said in a husky voice. "You love me?" I ask. "Yes." "I love you so much Cole you don't understand." I said to him. "I do understand, you have the same effects on me as I do you." He said leaning in to lightly kiss me. Grabbing his hand, he lead me to the car. "You made me realize Cole," I said turning around to look at him. " I finally saw how I should be treated." When Anastasia was just 6 she was taken by her family, since then she has been beck and call for the alpha and his pack!But one day the alpha has to go to a meeting run by the king of the werewolf world bring Anastasia with him. Lots of things happen to Anastasia on this trip, she's lived with the devil for 11 years, can she open up to her mate?

By the Light of the Silver Moon by Egoulden

Marigold is the only daughter of the tyrant king of the Fae realm. After witnessing her father murder her mother, she was sent into a powerless exile to keep her quiet. After being paired with her third ruthless Alpha in Scotland, a visitor from the state of Washington surprised everyone. Finn is the strong Alpha of the largest pack on the west coast. He's been dying to meet his mate, but never imagined she would be a fae. The idea of a werewolf Alpha mating outside of the species is unimaginable until Finn has no other option. He adores his mate and is ready to sacrifice anything for her. But the mate bond and her sudden freedom is overwhelming Marigold and she decided to run. Will their bond survive? Little do they know that their fate has been written in the stars for generations. A war is on the horizon and they must all be ready. "I slowly stepped up to his bed and reached out my hand. I touched his arm softly, scared that I was going to hurt him. The second our skin touched, Finn stirred. His heart monitor spiked as the sparks from our bond covered our skin. All of my worries were suddenly gone. I climbed into bed with him, snuggling my body against his and forcing him to feel my presence. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arm around him. I listened to the monitor begin to stabilize and focused on the sound of his heart beating beneath my ear. I clung to that sound like my life depended on it. I felt his body slowly begin to warm under me like I was literally pushing life into him. I sighed and felt my own strength begin to return as our mate bond pulsed between us. " Book #3 of the Royal Legacy series (can be read as a stand alone)

Vixen by underworldcorp

"Are you willing to risk everything?" He asked, leaning his face in closer until our foreheads touched and our lips were barely an inch apart. His blue eyes were so deep and dark today, but not in the menacing way, more so in a lustful longing. My heart was speeding so erratically in my chest that I was afraid that it might just pop right out. Say yes! My wolf cheered. She was waiting for this ever since we first found his smell. That alluring smell of security. Well my thoughts were really getting muddled. "I have nothing to lose," I stated bluntly while trying to distract my heart. And then abruptly he backed away, taking my breath away with him. I wasn't sure what to make of the situation. We both stood there standing speechless for a moment. I couldn't help but to feel a disgusted that he would act like he wanted me and then pull away so harshly. "You selfish son of a cunt," --- In her run for freedom and to find out who she is, Cora ends up entangled in the arms of Raphael, the relentless beast. Heir to the Black Blood throne, he has no intentions of letting Cora slip through the cracks so soon especially since she's a puzzle to crack. Bit by bit, Cora's identity comes together to form a scary truth; she's just another pawn in the ultimate game of Fate. What would you do if your entire life was a lie? Would you run from it or venture towards the truth?

Mortal's Choice by Blackcatlover_87

"What are you doing?" She asked and her voice sounded rather small even to her. She had asked him how to help him. This wasn't what she was expecting and being flush against him she could easily tell just how aroused he was. She didn't think she'd done anything to evoke that kind of response. Clearly she had and there was a kind of rumble she could just barely hear coming from him. He turned her and took a step forward which trapped her between him and the glass there. His mouth grazed hers and she thought that he was going to kiss her but didn't. He couldn't be any more flush against her if he tried and she wasn't sure if she should try and move away or not. Actually a part of her didn't really mind and was rather excited by what he did. Was doing, and she definitely felt a rush through her and her stomach clenched when she felt his teeth scrap against her throat. His hands dropped to the hem of her shirt and rather swiftly shoved it upward as his hands slid over her sides and she shivered for a moment. She should tell him to stop, but she knew he wouldn't listen. Ragnarok is the end of all. The three siblings Fenrir, Hel, and Jormungandr will destroy the nine realms. Once Fenrir is freed when Jormungandr shakes the worlds. It would break open the tomb holding Fenrir and then even the gods would be devoured. But what happens if Fenrir's tomb is opened by a mortal instead? What happens when the siblings of Ragnarok are shown a different choice other then what fate had decreed? Some times it's not about saving the world, just saving one soul that can change the fate of all the rest. How do you stop a god that doesn't care and wants to destroy? How do you love one that has never felt? Are you willing to love someone who may never love you?

Daughters of Hecate: Impure Blood. by SChaves45

Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

Human Status by DanickaCastro

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Verge of Insanity by Honeyvine

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Wolf Bitten - Vampire Cohorts Book 3 by ALMcGurk

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Children of the Fence (The forgotten Children)

"To the left and right, the trees were drawing closer and closer. The wind blew at my back as if it wanted to throw me off the cliff. The cliff. The abyss right beneath my feet. I gathered all my courage, took a few steps back, started running ... and jumped." You lose your memory. That's what they say, happens, when you cross the fence. The very person of you fades into the fogginess of oblivion. What comes out on the other side, once the fog has lifted, will be nothing but the empty shell you left behind. I knew this. I knew this very well. It had been recited to me countless times. Over and over again. And yet, what really happened was reserved solely to the one, who dared to take the leap. And I knew I was different. I always had been. The two voices in my head had been fighting for as long as I could remember. They had slowly melted into one and I was no longer able to tell them apart. Had I another choice? I was running out of options, just as I was running out of breath. Staying in the North meant losing myself to darkness. Going over the fence meant losing myself to oblivion. But if the person I was, was really meant to die, then I would choose to be free. I took a deep breath and counted down from ten. Goodbye, Fenrok. Whatever happens next, is Fenn's part of the story.