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Expected

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The creak of the stair was a gunshot in the abandoned structure. Marguerite jumped, foot slipping on something wet, heart throbbing in her eardrums. Frozen, she clutched the rail and looked down. The rusty stain on the landing trailed upwards. Crouching, one millimeter at a time, she sniffed, twitched her nostrils, observing the pattern and viscosity of everything around her. The hair on the back of her neck and forearms hackled.

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The Hunt by ancientSkye

Wren was never supposed to survive the hunt. Thrown into a deadly maze with no way out, she was meant to be just another sacrifice. But when she walks away changed-marked by something she doesn't understand-survival comes with a price. The people who sent her to die now see her as a threat. The man who swore to protect her is the only one she can trust. And the monsters lurking in the dark... may not have been the true enemy after all. With danger closing in on all sides, Wren must decide: fight for a place in a world that doesn't want her, or embrace the power rising within. Even if it means becoming something unrecognizable.

Her Trace by Fara_DMumei

Her Trace is a mystery-thriller set in a public high school, where nothing is as it seems. In a place filled with unseen dangers, Pixie finds herself drawn into something far bigger than she imagined. As she navigates the unknown, she must tread carefully-keeping her own secrets buried.

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 Second Stage by benjaminburkett

A world unseen dies over and over. It shrieks at a pitch that you cannot hear. It rots with a stench that you will never quite know. It isn't a place meant for you and I, it is merely a bank for the dead and dying; a vault of visceral agony. It's function, origin and purpose are as cryptic and chilling as the vengeful spirits whose claws scratch and teeth rattle just beyond the thick, putrid mist that seeps over its endless surface. Yet, through all the horrifying and inexplicable unknowns, this place has one certainty: it doesn't take kindly to guests. Meredith Haynes fell into The Second Stage during a routine surgery she was monitoring. She scrambled through it's empty expanses and fled from the decaying demonic mockery of a human being. With good fortune and great agility for a woman her age, she escaped with both her life and sanity, a miracle should miracles exist. Anyone of sound mind would never return, and spend the rest of their days in the company of friends and nights in the company of bright lights. However, Meredith met someone she never expected to see again, someone that might remove her from the ranks of those well advised souls that would never return. Now, in the days of silence thereafter, her mind wanders back to the one thing that might convince her to return, the one thing that will convince her to return. But what Meredith doesn't yet understand, is that the Second Stage has no windows, no entrances and no exits, for it accepts you when it wishes and releases you when it's finished.

Black by Ashgrey3

She felt the presence of someone beside her, breathing in her ear. Cold fingers trailed down her naked arm leaving goosebumps in their wake. Surreal dreams never left her unconscious but consciousness banged her with the evidence of lick on her ear shell. She shivered when a tongue trailed seam of her lips, playing with the petals of delicacy followed by a hand sliding underneath her night shirt. She never had slept alone in her cold bed, there was someone always there haunting her near. Then, killings started and she couldn't tell what was real anymore as whenever she looked at her reflection in the mirror, all she could see was a Shadow. . . The shadow of Black

Sanely Yours by Ashra45786543

-- PROLOGUE "Let me get this straight. We have nothing in between us, except for the deal we made that day" he spoke in a monotonous tone. "I am the one carrying your name behind me; we are married. how can you say we have nothing in between us? Huh" She yelled at him, tears blurred her vision, and she spoke her heart to him. "For god's sake, this marriage was to save you! Can't you get that? I did not do it willingly, I do not love you!!" He yelled back at her, shattering her heart into pieces. "Why can't you just love me?" She spoke, as she cried the tears of hurt, and pain. Her heart thumped loudly due to the shivering sensation She felt all over her body. "I never made a commitment to you, or gave you any false hope, neither did i say that i love you. Did i?" He asked her, in a very cold tone. She looked at him through her teary eyes. It's getting difficult for her to even breathe. "It was your eyes, the damn eyes. Who gave me the false hope. They say, "Eyes speak the truth," but what about mine? Couldn't you feel the sincerity within them, expressing my deep affection for you? Why didn't you see the love shining in them? Was it too complex to understand? Couldn't you notice the warmth as they gazed at you? They search for you in every corner, If only you realized how they silently echoed the emotions I couldn't articulate. They say, "Eyes never deceive." But what about yours? They played a trick on me when they met mine, painting a facade of a world that wasn't real. They made me feel loved, Leading me into a belief that crumbled, louder than your spoken promises. Why did they betray me? Was it your eyes or you that masked the truth?" He stayed still, not moving or saying anything at her statement. --

Double Howl (Completed) by lovella_99

****SLOWLY EDITING**** The wind whipped past her golden curls that chased behind her in a tangled mess. Her steps echoed loudly through the silence as she thumped through the woods as though the devil himself was at her heels. The adrenaline pumping through her veins held back the pains of the sharp cuts that the unmerciful wood grounds had tattooed on her bare feet. The branches danced along her fair flawless skin creating a pattern of it's own as it ripped through her plain white chemise which now spotted streaks of red and brown. The flimsy material, now drenched in sweat clung fiercely to her body like a second skin outlining every dip, every edge and every curve...... Her beating heart echoed through the silence in her head but she could still hear the growls of the beast that had been pursuing her relentlessly. She saw his yellow glowing eyes as he stepped through the woods and made his way toward her slowly. A predator and its prey.

Decadent by DystopianMilieu

My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

Is it too late to say Sorry? - 1 ✓ by iambellissima_nishaz

"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

BOOK ONE Gods of Desterrados: The Banished Ones by Poly_Arcana808

"GET THE FUCK DOWN, NOW!" roared Carlos. To their horror, they heard gunshots and glass breaking. Both girls started screaming as Carlos pulled out a pistol from his trench coat. Florida and Greta covered their ears, trying to duck as low as they could below the seats. Eileen sped down the freeway, dodging cars effortlessly. Florida looked towards a horrified Greta and tried to calm her down, but the bullets flying into the car were making it hard for her to gather her thoughts. A bullet ripped through the passenger seat above her head as she screamed again, flattening her body lower to the floor. Carlos grunted at the impact as Florida realized with sudden dread that he was shot. Suddenly, both girls' screams were swallowed up by a tremendous explosion behind them as Florida witnessed a partial view of a white vehicle door flying right past Eileen's window. She was fighting to stay conscious but suddenly grew light-headed as white spots started to invade her vision. Suddenly everything went to black on Florida. Florida Desterrados is a typical 16-year-old, utterly bored with her mundane existence. However, the assumedly ordinary life she was living, will soon be turned upside down following a traumatic event. Florida's ordeal suddenly becomes a catalyst to eventual violence and death. And out of a desperate will to survive at all costs, she will need to learn of the secrets and lies regarding her family's tragic history from a stranger who reveals himself to be her father's twin brother. Her family was not all as it seemed. Full of intrigue, eroticism, fantasy, suspense, and forbidden romance. Welcome to the world of the Desterrados Series, and the legacy of the gods. © 2020 Jeannie Mane. All rights reserved.

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The Hunt

Wren was never supposed to survive the hunt. Thrown into a deadly maze with no way out, she was meant to be just another sacrifice. But when she walks away changed-marked by something she doesn't understand-survival comes with a price. The people who sent her to die now see her as a threat. The man who swore to protect her is the only one she can trust. And the monsters lurking in the dark... may not have been the true enemy after all. With danger closing in on all sides, Wren must decide: fight for a place in a world that doesn't want her, or embrace the power rising within. Even if it means becoming something unrecognizable.