4.7A 23 year old Student dies in a motorcycle accident. Not having done anything evil in his short life God lets him choose in what Universe he wants spend his next life. After some thinking he decides the wisest choise would be something harmless like the Pokémon Universe. Waking up he has to realize that his new Life won‘t be easy as he wished it would be. Now stuck with his new body he has to find a good way to live on his own....
Sionna is not your normal girl, for one thing she lives deep in a forrest. For another she lives alone after her Papa died and barely sees any other humans. She also happens to have the ability to change into a fox. Yet all of this changes when she is kidnaped and taken from her home. Fortunately a wolf comes to her rescue, but this is not a normal wolf. But then again, nothing is normal in Sionna's world.
"I'm sorry." He breathed between us, "Thank you for getting some sense into me. I don't know what I'd do without you India. You keep my head on right." "That's what friends are for." I smiled smally and he closed the distance between us, cupping my cheeks in his big hands, making me feel small and delicate. My heart rate picked up, my breathing stopped altogether as I held my breath, waiting for him to do something, to say something. "It's not just friends is it?" He whispered, his lips inches from mine. "All this time, I've tried so hard to fight it, to push you away, to block you out, but I can't. It's always been here, between us, and I told myself not to act on it, that you'd find your mate and you'd leave me, and it would have all been for nothing, but I can't do that anymore. I can't sit around and pretend that I'm not in love with you India. We find our mates any day now, and if it's not you, I'll understand, I know the chances are slim, but if I don't kiss you right now, I will regret it for the rest of my life." "If you do kiss me, and you find her, you'll regret it for the rest of your life." I whispered up at him, our breaths mixing in the air in front of us. He ignored me, his lips meeting mine so softly that I barely registered that they were there. I wrapped my arms around his torso then, pulling him closer to me as he deepened our kiss, his lips moving with mine like they'd been molded just for them. There were not cliche sparks, no sudden desire to fall into bed, no burning for him. This kiss was innocent, and the only one we would be bound to share. I didn't want it filled with regret. I wanted to cherish it, and I would, for the rest of my life. He pulled away slowly, resting his forehead against mine softly. "I'm not gonna say that I'm sorry, because i'm not." He breathed. I nodded, pulling myself into his arms as he wrapped his around me, resting his chin against my hair. "I love you India." He said softly. "I love you too Ty."
Once he was a mere human, easily broken and betrayed, he died a cruel death, tricked into being tortured by his classmate until he could no longer take it and bit off his own tongue. Laughing at his victory over her, and at his own pain, his mind had become unstable and disorganized. He embraced the darkness of death and the promise of a painless eternity... Untill he woke up, unexpectedly the police had tracked him down at that very moment, life forced upon him just as he had given up on it. For his obvious suicide attempt he was sent to recover at a mental rehabilitation center, where he could neither move or communicate, his tendons severed by the psycho girl and his tongue severed at his own volition. He was afraid of the life ahead of him with no ability to move speak, but he was at least glad to be free of the girl, untill she showed up at his bedside with a bouquet of flowers. She sweetly informed him that the police had no idea who was behind his kidnapping, and that the syringe she was about to inject him with would take three days of agony to kill him. He was unable to communicate or resist as she filled his vains with what felt like liquid fire, he screamed untill the moment he died, unable to get out a single to word to the flustered hospital staff untill the breath that fueled his screams filled his lungs no more. Once again he embraced the darkness, for a time, he experienced only blackness and didn't remember each second from the next. However long it lasted, it didnt last long enough. He was suddenly roused from his rightful place in death. He had no memory in death, but he remembered the experience, or lack thereof. His memory of his previous life came back in a flash. Ironically, everytime he embraced death, he was once again retuned to life. His new life reminded him of his childhood fantasies as he saw people perform feats of legend, flying through the sky was as common place as breathing and lifting massive objects was something even a toddler might accomplish. He decided that if he wasn't going to be able to die, then he would rise to the occasion and embrace this word of his fantasy and become strong enough that no one would be able to touch him again... Many years, many fights, and many life or death struggles later, he had become a legend to the weak, and beacon to the strong, but old age is the one enemy that cannot be defeated, and death beckoned him once again. As he fruitlessly struggled to draw another breath, he felt apprehensions for the unknown fate that awaited him should death escape him once more...
Watch as Lang Jingcheng Rise up to Become The Wolf King of Douluo Dalu. ( I don’t own anything other then my own characters.) (my first time writing it’s gonna be bad so sorry.) ( I’m American I’m just bad at spelling and grammar) ( Gory and bloody scenes later on read at your own risk I guess) (im going to try and update once a day sometimes more sometimes less so well see and set up a schedule)
»A King is incomplete without his Queen » He is an abomination He is not supposed to be given birth to He is a forbidden hybrid He is perfect definition of merciless cruel beast monster worst nightmare ruthless cold He's a wolf with fangs,horns and magic Who is he? He's the King of king, the King of all supernatural After 1000 years of living, the moon goddess blessed him with a broken mate His saviour His Queen Queen of all supernatural A human
A girl named Emily hears the coyotes howling every night outside her house. She answers them and learns that one of them is different. That one is Her coyote. As she gets older she tries to forget about him, about the coyotes and the wolves she loves so much. But The coyote slinks around her house watching her. This coyote is special, but so is Emily. Over the course of this book they form a bond, and Emily discovers parts of herself she didn’t know about, and also her coyote turns out not to be a coyote after all...
Anastasia Frost was born a Hybrid, destined to take the throne and lead her people when she reaches the right age. The Primis Tenebris Pack was the only pack that consists of hybrids. They were not considered as a threat to the council as they have proved themselves worthy to be trusted for over five hundred years. The once-powerful pack was soon left with nothing after an ambush that left them off-guard and never seen again. Now, they only exist in books recorded by the council What happened to Anastasia? Where are the Frosts’? What happened to their Pack? And most importantly… Where are the Hybrids? These are some questions left unanswered. Questions that demand answers. -Katerine Cordova
Born into slavery. Adrian is a werewolf and had lived most of his life in captivity of humans. That is until he found his mate and his previous owner let him go to be free. However it isn't always so simple and many bad things can happen before things really get better. Warning: This story has some forms of abuse and other related themes.
The chains on my legs burned as i tried getting up from the floor. This is worse than being in the snow looking for food .I heard footsteps making me lift my head to see her. The woman i wanted to hold ,kiss and do dirty things to. Fuck .if i wasnt chained up i would have fucked her right against the bars . " I came yo give you an offer ." "If you reject me ill let you gobbut if you dont ill lenghten your stay here so do we have a deal ?" she asked "As much as you piss me off the answer is no" " Fair enough .Enjoy your stay ,love"
This is the story of Aresha avenging her mother's death. Trying to destroy the human kingdom from the inside but get stuck in love with the prince. Love is full of desire to have but the king also loves Aresha. The prince and king secretly compete to have this beautiful girl. Living in a world of humans, witches, vampires and werewolves are all full of love lies
Ryan a filmer for National Geographics is killed while he was filming. He ends up meeting a cranky god which reincarnates him for his own fun. Ryan will have to face many challenges if he wants to survive. As for what they are IDK yet lol. I will start by publishing 1 or 2 chapters a week. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you like about it --------------------------------------------- Cover provided by : Wrenzephyr2 on DeviantArt
Ysabel couldn't see the man who forcefully grabbed her as she exited the bathroom with only the robe covering her naked body, since she carefully blindfolded herself as part of her contract with him. As a strong Alpha female, it's her wolf's instinct to immediately respond to any danger she may encounter- and that's what her wolf did. She used all her force to put the man down on the floor, which may be difficult since the guy who is kissing her right now was actually the most powerful Alpha in Zilta. Although she can't see and hear his voice, her wolf knew how dangerous he is. She had just escaped from his robust arms but he easily overpowered her wolf and threw her on the bed in just a blink of an eye. And in a split second, he was on top of her devouring her lips. Could she take giving herself to this man who she has never met before, the man she can't hear and see, the man who will only impregnate her in exchange of a large sum of money that she badly needs to build her damaged dignity, the man who is not her true mate? But how could she push him away if his kiss consumed all her inhibitions and made her wolf insanely longing to feel his muscular body that continuously pressing into her? Her wolf should suppose to do anything to stop him. Instead, she found herself responding to his touch- igniting the flames of desire to take all of what this man could do to her. (Read more by adding this story to your library. Please don't forget to give it your vote. Thanks!) B.M. Cervantes All Rights Reserved Copyright, 2019
Lucas was born a werewolf from the noble house of White. Join him on his journey of learning about his world Elysium as he makes his way to be the Strongest of all werewolf’s. To be of help to his father and His country. ( May have a slow start but once I get everything set up I hope it will move at a better pace for my readers.)
Life has no shortage of cruelty and hardship. If the pain of living can be avoided, if one can escape the anguish that propels our limited existence forward, then what left is there? Is it worth continuing on? We will all die eventually, but half-dead people most certainly die sooner than most. Conveniently, Henrietta cannot remember much of who she is or where she comes from. But, when you have nothing, you may as well move forward. Plenty of people wish they could have a second chance at life. Henrietta doesn't know if she wanted such an opportunity to start over, but she's plenty relaxed enough not to worry about such things. What could a new life have in store for a rotting little one?
"The swallow follows the ocean, Down into the depths, Down into the darkness, Embracing the depths of death..." A lone Huntsman ventures far within the forest in search of a grey wolf that has been terrorizing his village and killing off livestock for many moons. As the hours pass, the white landscape darkens as the sun begins to set over the mountains. A sudden blizzard sweeps in from the east, driving the Huntsman to abandon the hunt as the wolf tracks had vanished from the heavy snowfall. Unfortunately, there was no possible way for the Huntsman to find his way back and instead searched for shelter. A deep howl echoed throughout the trees alarming the Huntsman, and before he could draw out his rifle, a dark mass heaved itself towards him. The sheer force brought on from the figure knocked the rifle out of his grasp, leaving the Huntsman on his back in deep snow with his arm in the jaws of a hungry wolf. You would think death followed soon after, as the Huntsman fell unconscious, but then there wouldn't be much of a story to tell.
Cordelia Nightshade is a 23-year-old human girl who discovers the truth about her family and clan - they are not human. To love eternally, she has to die, to die she has to live and to live... she has to learn the difference between Myth and Truth - if there is any. As life would have it, the voices she's heard in her head since birth has a purpose far more sinister than just being annoying. When Cordelia meets the big, dark-haired Allan Maine, she turns the entire immortal world upside down - breaking all the rules and changing history as they know it. This is not what you expect from a love story - it is Certainly what you expect from a love story until you reach the darker side - where the reality clash with mythology. Where do you draw the line and how much is possible to endure? Excerpt: I gaze up and notice the colors lashing out of an angry paintbrush over the horizon. The knot in my stomach is a vivid notification, reminding me of being as irritated as the enflamed and ginger tints marking the sky. From where I’m sitting, the towering volcano in the distance looks lonely yet proud. I marvel at the magnitude of nature rendering the likes of me insignificant. I’m just a small biological mass cowering at the foot of a fire goddess; nothing special. The prickly patches of grass and barbed brushes under my naked legs recommend moving. I inspect the scrapes and welts around my hands and knees with renewed vigor. By the time I distinguish the human shape from the other obscure and creeping shadows, it was too late. A sense of annoyed inconvenience forces my head to look up at the person blocking my view. What I thought I’d see was a family member. What I see is two deep, gilded eyes set in the moon-pale skin topped with dark hair rivaling black lava. I feel every last nerve recoil into tiny prickly hairs, standing straight up. The view of the man in front of me is a complete opposite rendition to fire goddess I just venerated. He is an enormous portrait hauntingly hanging in mid-air. My mouth dries rapidly but the trio who live in my mind become rather loud and verbal: “Run!” and “Hit it!” and “Stay calm dearie, for your safety.” As so many times before in my life, I ignore them altogether. I do not own the image nor the story. I found the story really interesting, so that is why I want to share it with everyone. So that they can enjoy reading something fascinating.
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