I shuddered. It had never been so dark, nor so quiet before. There was always the light of the moon to guide me. The sound of the wind against the trees. I shook the thought from my mind and continued further into the wood. Then I saw it. A white light spread across the ground in front of me. The clouds had parted from where they were, revealing the moon at its fullest. I stared in awe. It had never been so bright. The ambiance began to come back. The wind began to dance with the trees. I closed my eyes. The scent of oak filled my nose and exhaled through my mouth. The aroma filled me with exhilaration. It filled me with something I couldn't explain. I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time. Although it was something I wasn't used to feeling, I craved it deeply. I felt happy. I felt as if nothing else mattered than this moment. I opened my eyes. Everything seemed clearer. I could see the particles of dust flying in the beam of light that shone around me. I wanted to stay here for longer. I wanted this moment to last forever. Until I saw the wolf. It was hidden among the fold of trees behind me. It stared at me in aggravation. It's brows furrowed in my direction. It's face, livid with anger, revealed a set of unpleasant and sharp teeth. It began to move slightly forward. The wolf bounded towards me. It happened so quickly I had no time to react. It's limbs outstretched. It's teeth bared. My body, paralyzed from fear, refused to move. My lip quivered, urged to call for help, but no help would come. I was too deep into the woods. No one would hear my screams. The thought was soon interrupted by the wolf's teeth digging into my side.

Carlisia ran as fast as her sore legs would let her. Her top was ripped and her knees scabbed from all the time she had tripped on the rough patchy ground. She tripped again, blood dripped from the corner of her mouth as a stone bust her lip. She quickly got up, and continued to run. She could feel his presence. Not chasing her, no. Observing her. He was amused how she thought she could run away. Carlisia's knees buckled underneath her again, she was so tired and in so much pain. A sob escaped her lips, she couldn't take it anymore. Sniffling, she took deep breaths, trying to get up but her legs wouldn't let her. They were just too bruised. She sighed, this was it perhaps. She rolled onto her back and pushed herself up against a tree, just as a figure emerged in front of her. "Tired I see?" The dark voice said after a moment of silence. "P-please just let me go." Carlisia whispered. Her throat was dry from all the screaming earlier. "Where would you go Carlisia? Hmm? There is no where to run to." He mused as he casually strolled in front of her. Clearly amused by the situation. "Well, there are places." He said sarcastically, swatting his hand in the air for emphasis. "Just not ones where you can hide." He tusked finally looking at her straight in the eyes. "There isn't a place in this world, no nook, no cranny, where I can not get you from. I need you to understand that love." He said as he crouched in front of her and tenderly brought a strand of her loose locks to his nose and took a deep breath, momentarily closing his eyes. "I will find you from any depth of this universe." he breathed out. Tears fell from Carlisia's eyes as she looked at the side, trying to push her face away from him, breathing as if a deer caught in headlights. "Well, not that I will let you leave in the first place." He chuckled, tugging at the strand as he finally opened his eyes. They were once again golden. Copyright 2021 ©

The Hunter and His Prey A camping excursion gone wrong quickly leads Violet into harms way. The hunter will do anything to get the prey he seeks, what will happen when Violet comes between him and the prey he is mercilessly hunting down? Read on for a sneak peek! Story Excerpt: I dashed forward hearing his footsteps even louder than mine had been behind me as I raced into the rain. My bare feet sunk into the muddy Earth, making me slide across the terrain as I bounced forward. Strong arms grasped me around my middle, hauling me off the ground and into the air screaming flailing my feet into his strong thighs, swinging my arms back behind me until I made contact with his chest and face, clearly making no impact. He began carrying me back off to the house. "Help," I screamed into the rain, into the endless tress, into the empty forest. "Enough," he growled his face inches from my ear as he pulled me up by arms and led me back into the house by them. He pushed me forward, through the threshold of the door and slammed it behind us. I stumbled forward before turning to face him, aware that I had angered him, shaking from fear more than my cold wet body at what my fate would now be. "Take your clothes off," he said gruffly as he strode towards me. Caught of guard I took a fumbling step backward and stammered, "Wh-What?" "Take off your clothes," he demanded again as he stripped his wet T-shirt away and placed it on a set of three large black metal hooks that lined the wall. He turned back to me glaring and strode towards me stopping so that my face was only centimeters from the fine black hair that covered his immaculate chiseled chest that led down to model worthy abs. His jeans hung low on his body, showing of the V shape of his hips that women lusted after. "I'm not going to have you ruining my home with your muddy wet clothes. Now take them off or I will," he stated bluntly eyeing me harshly.

im gna be honest this is a huge work in progress, but essentially After a major traumatic event in Griffen Westons life sends him spiraling into a life he never expected, things seem beyond fixing. He had never felt so empty. But grief has a certain smell. It's a scent that attracts a certain kind of creature when you head out into the woods. His dreams tell him tales before he sees them. He watches this mysterious wisp of white hair and green cloth dart about the moss to evade him. The scent of patchouli and lavender with the pugent musk of sulfur harrasses him into submitting into this feeble attempt at following her. Or It. Whoever this person may be, they heard him calling out. They knew what he needed. He never expected to find himself so enamored with something so unique. But he didnt know how to find a way to stay away from this curiosity. TW for death, grief, suicidal ideation/tendencies later on, graphic descriptions of injury, self harm, and other possible dark themes i will brush up on. edit: wattpad deformated everything i promise it looked pretty at one point

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.

My eyes landed on the third to last offered woman, the fire light dancing across her fair skin like waves of orange caressing her body, her long dark brown hair descending to her lower back in a wavy cascade, the red silk dress she wore hugged her body perfectly and dipped to show her breasts before continuing to flow down to pool on the forest floor beneath her feet as if it were worshiping her the way everything inside of me was longing to do at this moment. Causing an image of me running my hands over her unblemished porcelain skin to pass through my mind. Even though I knew she was scared, she held her head high and refused to show fear to the men in the clearing, both vampire and werewolves alike. She's the offering I will accept, no one else is worthy of this goddess , no one else will touch her perfect skin or I'll rip their fucking hands off.

Have you ever been in the woods with no way out. Scared shitless with no one to help you. Having someone in the woods by their selves is creepy enough. Well, this is about a man in the woods who watch her vacation and have a good time. No one knows about him are ever seen him come out during the day. My name is Cherish Prestin and I live in the country side. I'm 5'8 and i'm black mixed with French I love the outdoors and camping with my best friend. She's been my best friend since we've been in sophomore year.My best friend Ashley and I are inseparable we do everything together. XXx. I wonder what Cherish is going to find in the woods?XXXx Will she leave or will she stay? Will she find out whats creeping deep in the woods? He's the beast and she's the one he's spotted. #1 taunted #7 mysterious #6 fangs #93 humanxvampire #30 horrifying #42 abusive family #163 fantasy creatures #430 spells #501 creatures

"I dreamed about you." she leaned closer, and I knew she was preparing herself to catch my reaction. "You were a wolf." I tried my best to hide my anxiety, and tried innocence. "A wolf?" I hope she didn't catch the tremor. "Mm-hm. A wolf. A were-wolf." She kept studying me. Was she actually considering it? C'mon, I just wanted a normal life! Don't tell me she had worked it out. "Remember when we talked about you running away from home? You called yourself a wolf." Ohhhh sh*t. Damn her and her memory. I closed my gaping mouth with a snap, and looked away. "Hey," she whispered. I closed my eyes. "I know this is crazy but... are you?" I glanced back, worried to high hell. "Am I what?" She sighed. "A were-wolf, are you a were-wolf." She looked tired, and I wondered what she was thinking. My voice was hoarse. "Maybe." She looked as if she had been just shocked with electricity. "What?" Oh sh*t. What was I doing? "Maybe." I repeated. She still looked shocked. "Maybe I'm a werewolf. Maybe I was that wolf you saw in the bush yesterday. What would you do if I was?" "I don't know. Are you pulling my leg?" She watched me warily, and I leaned in close. "No." I pressed my lips to hers, and felt her tremble. Diana Wednesday thinks that she's just going to have a normal, care-free gap year, where she'll find a boyfriend, get a job and live a life, maybe with her BFF Pippa. But then she meets Orion Wolfram, a hot and mysterious boy who she feels strangely drawn to. Orion has secrets- he's a werewolf who ran away from his pack. How will Diana react? Not only this, but rogues are attacking Orion's pack too, and there's only one way to deal with rebels in the wolf world. No copying! This book is all rights reserved, meaning, you can't take it. Enjoy!

She collapses down in front of me and runs her hands along my shoulders and down my arms. I close my eyes as she lifts my shirt over my head. "I can hear your heart racing," she whispers. I roll my head back as her lips press into my throat. I'm becoming so hot that it feels like I'm in transition. I run my hands beneath her shirt and up her back, pushing her closer into my throat. "Any requests?" she says. "Be gentle with me." "Really?" I smile before I grip the ends of her shirt and I tear it in half, all the way up her spine and all the way down the middle of her torso. It makes her gasp. "No," I say. ------------ Since meeting her mysterious saviour deep in the woods, ten things started to become clear. 1) Irresistible British men didn't just exist across the world. 2) Survival was a lot more complicated than just looking for water. 3) They were bonded together in a way that didn't make sense. 4) Her life, which was filled with so much human suffering, finally had some faint glimmer of hope. 5) She should have known that humans don't sleep walk every damn night. 6) The man ate animals raw and kept a mysterious, giant wolf as a pet. 7) Hunters will never stop looking for her. 8) She doesn't care. 9) Their desires burn for each other and it's out of their control. 10) Werewolves are real. This is Devon and Thorn's story. WARNING: Mature content. Sexual assault, attempted rape and violence. There is no possessiveness or abuse in this story between the love interests. Their relationship is sweet, warm and a little bit hot.

⚠️ Kidnapped Romance: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A Running through the woods, she suddenly fell to the ground, because of the outer root of an old tree... Ignoring the sharp pain in her foot, she again started to run. A lower bark of some tree hooked on her rustling veil and It tore with sound. Ah! Branch made a peel on her skin too. Running, running. She just ran. The cold air was shocking her throat and lungs as she inhaled deeper, faster. After crossing many trees, she looked over her shoulder. No one behind but some howling thuds. He must be wearing heavy boots. Compared to him she was bare feet. Suddenly a dried tiny branch cracked beneath her foot. She winced as her sole got pierced, but continued her running that was now transformed into limping. Her heart was beating in her ears. She kept her unsteady pace with her lower lip clamped between the third. She then bumped into maybe a tree trunk and fell with a thump. "Ouch!" With the lowest groan she got up....but... She saw the tall, broad figure in the place of which she assumed the tree. She started backing away but a harsh tug on her scalp stopped her. "Where?" He was having a fistful of her hair with a bitter scowl on his face. "Leave me!" She screamed as he started walking with the same demeanor. "Let go of me!" She yelled while punching in his stomach. He left her hair at once. "Bitch! Keep quiet straight away." With this, he flung and carried her on his shoulder. In the moonlight, he was looking as fierce as a giant werewolf. "Get me down!" She punched his neck and tried to dig nails into his tough yet thick skin. He stopped and hauled her down. She was laying shocked on dry foliage. Then he knelt beside them and got on top of her. "No!" She went pale. *** An innocent Beauty... And a famished Beast. Warning! Grammar sucks #1 in Spiritual many times. Alhamdulillah.