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The forest had gone quiet. Why had she not notice? Heart racing Gwen scanned her surrounding while moving slowly away from the carriage. The mare huffed and stomped her foot, uneasy. Crack, Gwen whipped her head to her left only to hear the deafening whir of an arrow too late as it hit her right shoulder. The arrow ripped through her shoulder sending her back and embedding itself to the side of the carriage. Hand on the arrow, Gwen pulled at it as her blood began dripping onto her hand and down her favorite cloak. Shit. It won’t budge! Whoever shot the arrow was extremely strong to send her flying and pinning her to the carriage with it.
Biting back a pained scream Gwen lifted her eyes to her attacker, flashing her little fangs in warning. Emerging from the forest six men, tall and equally muscled stepped out cautiously, arrows and swords at the ready. Breath caught in her throat, Gwen watched as they approached.All Rights Reserved

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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?

DragonTribes #2: ForestTribe by QueensAndDragons

Zoe froze as a loud squawk sounded ahead of her. She looked down to the ground were she followed a blood trail. The dragon had stepped on something sharp as it fleed from Zoe. The poor thing, I just want to help. Zoe walked forward as quietly as she could. She could hear the exhausted breaths of the white dragon. Zoe approached it quietly, but failed to not be noticed. The dragon instantly lifted its head in Zoe's direction, but laid it back down with a deep exhale. Zoe could see the blood oozing from the deep wound in its talon. Zoe approached it and kneeled down next to it. The dragon curled its tail tightly around itself. Zoe kneeled for a second in awe. Never once had she seen a white dragon. It was like seeing a ghost, which the dragon was just as quiet as one. She looked at the bright purple on its wings, it reminded her of the flowers the petunias. "You're very pretty, like a petunia." Zoe spoke to the dragon softly. The dragon's ears perked up and it chirped softly at the word petunia. "Petunia?" Zoe questioned the dragon. The dragon cooed softly. "I'm Zoe." She introduced herself.

autophobia by itsjustsimplysarah

"you wanna do this now? right now?" she questioned, walking away from him with furyawakening the desolate forest surrounding them. She couldn't wrap her head around this night. her life will never be the same, and it's mostly because of him. "we got nothing else to do, do we?" they sighed together, allowing reality to settle in for the first time of the night "i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry for everything" he breathed softly, clearly still processing all the things that have happened in the past 12 hours "you can say sorry once we get out of this. i want an explanation, not an apology" he muttered walking past her "how about this? i could use some explaining from you too, so let's do that in the meantime. then i'll explain" she said, slightly angry. "well what do you want to know?" this is definitely an action-filled, stressful, slow, and sad book haha; but for all the three people who just need one of those romance books, i gotchu lmao slow burn lol T̶R̶I̶G̶G̶E̶R̶ W̶A̶R̶N̶I̶N̶G̶S̶: - mature language - violence - descriptions of blood and death - mentions of neglect/abuse - mature and implied scenes

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.

Witchy World's Lost Alpha by Hunniebahm

Hunnie Inzotta. A spunky, and beautiful Dark Witch, whom's also a nurse in the human realm, stumbles upon a large, injured, wolf near her coven's dorm house. His size was that of a bear and as scared as she was of this wolf, she still felt a huge tug in her heart to tend to his wound. The wolf then approaches her a few days later when she returns to a less deeper part of the woods to practice dark spells. He sat and watched her and when it was time to leave, he began following her back to the dorm. She feeds him , thinking that was what he wanted. Little did she know,...he wanted his mate and he wanted her magic to break a seal that locked him in his wolf form! A Demon-Wolf King , BAHM!! "I closed my eyes to fall asleep again after everything stilled. What exactly happened next, will probably forever haunt me. I opened my eyes when I felt his claws lengthened and scratched against my panties. The breeze from my window hit my exposed pubes for a short period of time, before Wolfy's shoved his nose deep under my right leg, throwing it over his head and lunging his tongue away at my now torn fabric." Why does this man also want to mark her? She can't have that! She has to reject this creature and live her life. Her coven would never accept the fact she turned a wolf to a man and it became her mate! After all, her own coven had rejected her for practicing dark magic. So she definitely can't go making anymore trouble. Jump into the steamy and hot series of Witchy World!

GOLDEN STRINGS by AdelaineJDevyn

Kore had feared the Clipping since she was old enough to understand that it would one day be executed upon her person. She'd had countless nightmares about it; they were filled with blood and gore and pain. Such pain, that she woke up panting, completely convinced that she'd been about to die. Yet, at the present, she realized that she felt no pain, even if the snow was covered in the identifiable scarlet color of blood. In fact, her hands and face and spine were decorated with the heavy drops of it. As Kore twisted her head, still too shocked to cry or mourn, she spotted the familiar ebony smoothness of her right wing. The sight of her untouched wings barreled so hard into her that she vomited on the blood-soaked snow. She wiped her mouth as she twisted. Kore gasped at the pain of her left ribs. She placed a soothing hand there in confusion, and looked up to witness the carnage before her. The sound of footsteps on the wet ground stole her divided attention. Kore glanced up at the male standing over her, his ebony black hair and dark blue eyes that were almost violet. Kore sucked in a breath at the realization of who - and what - he was. Aidoneus Rhysand, the High Lord of Night Court. Her mate.

Bird Wings by LauraTiffany11312

Wren's life is about to change forever - but not how she expects it to. Kidnapped on her wedding day, she finds herself trapped in a mountain cave, unable to return home with no company outside of the inhuman creature that took her. *** "Wait, Wren! Not that way!" It was darker here and panic limited her vision, but she could see it reaching for her; its wings like two huge looming shadows behind it. "Get away! Don't touch me! No, let me go!" She shrieked. She screamed in earnest as a hand took hold of her arm, and then even more when her own hand reached for something to hang onto and grasped at empty air. She had been scrambling towards a sudden drop! The hands hauled her back, but she still struggled. She didn't want to look at it, and she still wasn't sure she wouldn't rather take her chances with the open air instead. "Stop it, I'm not going to hurt you! You'll hit your head on the rock or something. Wren, please!" It knew her name. Somehow it knew her. She was going to die! "Let me go! Stop touching me!" She was sitting on the rocky floor now with her back against an uneven wall, and it was trying to pin her down and hold her still. She kept her eyes turned away and struggled helplessly, but it was no use. It was strong like a human man too, and she couldn't keep it off of her. The wings had moved until they curved around them both and shut out a lot of the light. Its face was so near hers that she could feel its breath brushing against her skin. "Please just look at me for a second. Just look. I'm not going to hurt you." One of the hands grabbed her chin and forced her head to turn, and then she was looking straight into a pair of dark brown eyes. It had a human face too. She had been expecting something monstrous or ghastly, and the surprise made her falter for a moment. He looked young, with a bad haircut and an earnest expression on his face. "I'll let go of you, okay? Just don't lunge around like that anymore, you'll get hurt." He whispered.

The Wars of Ivory White (Book I: The Protector) by ShadeandShadows

Edited version of "The Protector." Excerpt: "You are my mate," he said to her coldly. Tracy looked at him intensely. "What does that mean in werewolf?" She asked curiously. "It means that you are my soulmate.'" "You don't sound happy about it." Tracy said cocking her head to the side. Closely studying his features, she briefly considered what it would be like to be a Luna. "Honestly, I could care less. My plan was to announce a mate this evening. You conveniently showed up. I don't intend to change my ways. I can have any woman I want, anytime I want her. You're mine by right, so get over it." "I am not anyone's property. Especially not yours." Tracy said firmly, hiding her tormented feelings. "I refused to be used. "she said angrily. Crowding Tracy's body with his arms, he boxed her in against the bookcase and growled. "I own you." "Really? I don't see 'Property of Douche Bag' written here." Tracy said, her voice heavy with sarcasm. Jonathan's scent was strong, arousing the tickle in her nose. The heat from his muscular frame drew her body closer. Holding firmly, she refused to melt into him. Jonathan dropped his heavy gaze to the rapid pulse beating visible on her pulsing neck. Stroking a single finger over the spot where his mark would be, he caused her to shiver. "That can be rectified." he said seductively. "Try it and I'll muzzle you." She snapped. Jonathan's green eyes darkened. lunging forward, he grabbed Tracy by the throat and pulled her forward. Elongating his teeth, Tracy remained calm. "You shouldn't have done that." she chuckled. Feeling the powers surge through her veins, her grey eyes glowed a burning silver. "You really shouldn't have."

His Mate: Prince Asher by GoodnessShadrach

"I know you are there," she said, her heart beating loud in her chest as her eyes searched frantically around. "I can...sense you." She added, hoping that might just scare whoever of whatever that was following her. She sighed, waiting for an answer or a noise, or anything that would just alert her of the ubiquitous presence with her. However, when a long time passed and nothing happened -the trees were still as still as they were and the moonlight shone as brightly- she counted from one to ten and turned to continue on her walk but she stopped frozen when she came face to face with the biggest wolf she had ever seen. Her heart jumped out of her chest when her eyes locked with it's red ones. A late run in the woods one night brought Asher to human teenagers camping in the woods. The fact that they could feel free to party there despite all the stories told about the woods interest him and a flitting thought to see what they were up to brought him face to face to someone he never thought he would meet. She was not pretty and wasn't even the average of his taste in women but there was something about her that seemed to pull him and seemed to calm his raging demon. But apart from that was something else, something that screamed danger and might ruin all his years of effort.

Ophelia by EliNeDe20

Have you ever walked outside at night? When it's so dark and you can't see a thing at first? I often do that and I'm never afraid. Because I know that after a while my eyes will adjust to the dark and I will be able to make things stand out. I'm always safe. I always know where I am. But not today, it was so dark, all I could see was a suffocating darkness around me. Aria my wolf huffed in annoyance when even she couldn't see a thing or couldn't pick up a scent around us. 'Ophelia, what's happening?' she muttered. 'I don't know' I whispered back aloud. The words had barely left my mouth when I heard something running quickly in our direction. I ran, not knowing what direction I was going. I tripped over something and fell flat on my face. Feeling a presence behind me I screamed and tried to crawl away...

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The Story of Midnight

"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?