Twig

John has been reading [The Legend of Divine Twig] for years, but at the end, the author rushes through it, leaving him with a bad taste in his mouth. He furiously contacts the author, stating he could have done better. To his surprise, the Author replied to him with one word Bet John has been plucked from his room into the world of the divine and wretches. He enjoys reading the novel but he wouldn't want to be in it. The world is full of hotel knights, priest, mysticism and worst of all eldritch horror.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life. But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain! This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King. —————————— In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated! An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan! There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus. Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight. There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Imagine possessing enough power that even the so called Immortal Gods kneel before you in fear. The Heavens, which ruled over the myriad realms since the beginning, treats you like their God. A single word from you can alter the course of nature. With just a thought, you can destroy the entire cosmos and recreate it anew. Such power would satisfy anyone, no? But Feng Liang was different. Despite having lived for millions of eons, attaining realms that no one knew existed, making the heavens kneel before him, and even after creating the cosmos from scratch after destroying the old one as if it were a mere twig, he was not satisfied with his powers. What he desired was something more. He tried everything that one could imagine. Consuming hundreds of thousands of legendary Dao fruits and elixirs... Refining Thousands of God-level treasures... Cultivating Cosmic Qi through his body and soul for millions of years... And even obtaining merits from the heavens. Yet, he still couldn't notice even a slight change in his cultivation. He realized that the problem was his own body. His constitution wasn't strong enough to support any more qi, but he could do nothing about his body at that point. After thinking and preparing for hundreds of thousands of years, he made a momentous decision. "I shall give up this life and rise to power from the scratch once again!" ------ Update schedule? 1 Chapter Everyday...! *points gun at you*...Oh and I hope you'll leave your Votes, comments and reviews here. ^-^

"My 3rd son-" "I want the first." "But my 3rd so-" "I want the first." "You do know that my 3r-" "I still want the first" "..." The King looked at his third son, crowned as one of the most beautiful omega in the continent, then at his first son, a sickly twig beta that's known for his tardiness. Slowly he turned to look at the General. "General no offense but, did you perhaps hit your head?" "I did, six days ago." "..." Meanwhile the first prince was leisurely watching the recording from a magic projectile. Taking a sip from his tea, a devilish smile smeared his pale lips. "Threatening to rip his d*ck off really worked. I should've just used it back then, oh well. I'll be sure to use it a hundred times this time around. Not that he has a choice."

Immortals, gods, demons, kings, princes, generals ; the dragon girl holds the lamp, the cup is filled with the sea. Wild foxes meditate, fierce tigers realize the truth; in the morning they travel to the North Sea, in the evening they walk in the twigs. Immortals and gods exist in the world, demons establish countries. These originally had nothing to do with Qi Wuhuo. Qi Wuhuo, who always saw square characters in his dreams, only thought about participating in the spring examination next year. Until when he was making yellow millet rice, an old man gave him a jade pillow and let him have a long dream. A yellow millet dream. …………Waking up from the yellow millet dream broke the mortal heart, and from then on opened the door to practice. The golden crow flies, the jade rabbit walks. A grain of millet in the three realms, the mountains and rivers have been covered with dust for several years. I leisurely walk through the busy city with my sword. No one knows that I am a real immortal.

God directed his own sitcom showbiz, which is the prime universe, and had characters that played each of his attributes. An unforseen twig in his plotline, got Seymour, a 29-year-old bachelor pianist, entwined in this cosmic comedy that led to his untimely demise and reincarnation in a world beyond his own. "You see, Seymour, I weave the laws of infinite realities in the prime universe. It's all part of my job as God's actor." The goddess spoke. "Will you be the hero that saves the punchline?" Unbeknownst to Seymour, he was being auditioned for a prime-time slot with a harem on a universal scale. Warning!!! This book contains scenes of debauchery, gore, highly censored language, and much more. It is advised that if this type of content does not suit your taste, it would be best to avoid it. This book is a mix of lemons infested with heavy plot. Strap on cultured folks, it's about to be one hell of a ride. Kindly consider supporting this book by giving powerstones, golden tickets, and gifts if you wish. Please note that this is my first book, so there may be certain aspects where I am still refining my skills. Join my Discord for free virtual bubble wrap popping therapy sessions. Guaranteed to relieve stress or your money back! https://discord.com/invite/SNsZWAfM2D Disclaimer : This is not my cover.

The true blood fell to his knees and cried freely. Truthfully, he was not okay. His heart hurt like hell. His fated one rejected him, and the wolf he had come to care for had less than a week to live. The zeta ran through the trees as fast as his feet would take him, not stopping when twigs and stones cut his feet or branches assaulted his body. He had one thought on his mind: to escape. He did not even stop when a giant black wolf leaped in front of him. He had to get away. He had to get free. Fated mates have loved and been a constant theme since the beginning of the world of wolves. But what happens when two wolves who are not fated fall in love? Follow Jae and Syri on their journey to find freedom and the power to defend. This is a boys' love omegaverse story with a twist! True Mate is a mature book and contains violence, gore, and sexual content. I hope you enjoy the story. If you have any questions at any time, feel free to leave them as comments, and I will respond ASAP :) Happy Reading

[COMPLETE] Reth stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound. “Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air. “I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?” “Elia,” she breathed. “Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am the King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them. Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.” The forest behind him erupted. ****** Elia is a poor university student until the night she's taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she's forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate. Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves. Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne? [Mature content - no sexual violence] Cover Art used by paid copyright permission. Illustrated by Aenaluck--see more gorgeous art and support them on www.patreon.com/aenaluck

"Ry what is this place?" He looked around with curiosity and couldn't be helped myself but smiled abit. He's such a kid sometimes..I've never thought I would meet him this sooner. I followed his gaze and took a glance at the surroundings and stopped when something caught our attention. It was a bluebird with white strikes on its wings so similar to the picture of Harith when we logged through the game. "Ryun, do you think what I think it is?" raising my eyebrows. I saw him shooked his head in disbelief. "No, that's impossible Ry. Way too impossible. Think about it." we heard a twig snapped as we turned around slowly. We saw we never expect to be. We both screamed. ~ Two best friends had been known to each other for almost three years. Both of them wished to encounter in their life. But then suddenly, something happened..The game they'd been playing in years brought them to their world but never expect their fate turns its tables. And this is where the adventure begins...

When I was little, all I knew was fear. Fear of the gnawing hunger that consumed us from the inside. Fear of the biting cold that seeped through walls and wools and nipped at our toes and fingers. And fear of the ruthless lords who partied in the castle, up on the mountain, living off our work, our tears, our blood. We thought fear would keep us safe, make us cautious and wise. We prayed to our gods for protection, and paid our tithe to the vampire lords, and hoped for peace. Fear kept us in our place, my family and I. And it is in fear that they died. When I found them, mangled and covered in blood, l swore I would never live in fear again. If I were to die like them, l would at least die a brave death. I didn’t think that I might die a stupid death. All it takes is one wrong step. Tread on a twig, and they will hear you coming. Step on a viper and you will never have a chance to take on the vampire. There are so many things that can go wrong in the mountains. One moment, one tiny slip, and your life flashes before your eyes, every memory vivid and painful like a knife through the heart. And when you breathe your last, labored breath, the last thing you see is the vampire, leaning over you in the dark, moonless night, savoring his victory. My last thought, as I lay dying, was that, at least, there would be no vampires in the afterlife. Whether I was going to heaven or hell, I knew I had escaped him and his kind. There is no eternal rest for the undead, no passage into the world beyond. We would never meet again. Or so I thought. For the briefest moment, when I woke up in the tight coffin, I thought that I’d survived. But only for a moment. Then the painful realization hit me: my heart wasn’t beating. And, instead of the hunger that had ruled my entire life, I felt a dire thirst.

100,000 years ago an aged housewife ruled the world. 50,000 years ago, a twig took over the sea. 30,000 years ago, a chicken ascended. 12,000 years ago an Ant transcended into a dragon. A rock once ruled the world. A stone once reigned king over the universe. A pebble once killed God. Something as insignificant as a pebble once gave birth to the world. In the past, a pebble once gained sentience unknown to all. Unbeknownst to all, a mere pebble once tore through the myriad heavens. Untold and acknowledged by only a few. A pebble reigns immortal king.

Zamia gave her everything for the crown She excelled both in arts and science, too many from which she could chose but a childish dream was all to make her throw them away. Her beauty was extraordinary, her talents would take too many days to count for yet when she got the crown there was no deafening applauds, no confetti, no media nothing but only the smell of damp leaves, splash of water from stream, fungus on rotting tree stumps, rustle of roosting birds, twigs snapping, curious sounds, eerie noises, whispering trees, ferns like green fountains and a crunch of dried bracken underneath. Still in her black gown and a crown on her head, she was stupefied, what handsome prince what assassin if you want it - take it, she just want to enjoy the taste of her fruits, SHE WANT HER WORK PAID OFF! "Now that you have restored my stone heart my heart solely beats for yours the deed you've done must be paid as my employee the payment is -'i'm yours' " What payment what work she clearly is still unemployed yet how come this boss suddenly dropped from the sky giving her the payment, its good she is employed now but why is this payment like a punishment to her..... TOO AMBIGUOUS Aah!

Elias Ashborn is a highly intelligent and studious young man who has always been a dedicated student, pouring all of his time and energy into his academics. However, his single-minded focus on his studies has left him with little experience of the world beyond the pages of his textbooks. One fateful day, after an exhausting study session, Elias is suddenly and inexplicably transported to a strange new world that bears a striking resemblance to 19th-century Europe. In this new world, Elias discovers that magic is a forbidden and criminal practice, and those who are caught wielding its power are persecuted and hunted down. Despite his initial reluctance to interact with the people he encounters, Elias soon finds himself drawn into the complex and perilous struggle between various powerful factions, each vying for control of the world and its secrets. As Elias navigates this strange and dangerous new reality, he forms unexpected and unlikely friendships with the people he meets along the way. He uncovers secrets that should've stayed hidden, and he encounters great powers that only some dream of seeing. Through his experiences and struggles, what new things will he learn about himself and this brand-new world? ~~~ #BIG BIG WARNING# This is first and foremost a draft book as initially I was just putting this on Webnovel for my friends to read and eventually it'll be scrapped and rewritten much better once it's complete. So there will 100% be mistakes as this is also the first book I've written I also have a tendency to go back and edit already published chapters to fix plot holes and foreshadowing. Since I'm still writing this series this will happen a lot so some things might not make sense in later chapters if earlier ones have had changes.

Bai Qing the fox queen accepts a task from heavenly emperor to fix the chaos in different worlds caused by former emperor 's blessing. In return the member of her clan would be allowed to reincarnate as her own descendants in different worlds. Arc 1 :( Capable Minister of Dali Temple ×Charming young lady) Arc 2: (Aloof young men × Hardworking girl)

We shook vigorously like feeble twigs on a windy day not knowing where to run to. We walked along the corridor trembling.......

Zephaniah, born from the twigs of sakura, the gift of the Mother Nature to the Truvians. The prophecy tells Mortallians (humans) will invade the forest. Do Zephaniah have a power to stop them?

Knights that could cleave a mountain in half. Mages that could destroy cities with little more than a thought. Assassins that could kill well never being noticed. None of these can compare to the might of a blacksmith. What would a knight be without the highest class of blade, or a mage with little more then a twig to channel his mana through. Nothing.

Growing up from a wide and remote area in the south-east of the Kingdom, Twig — a 13-year-old boy whose primary task is to collect firewood from the forests, learned a tale about a recently found cave in the middle of the forest that is motivated to explore. Upon arriving near the entrance to the cave, he was drawn by a mysterious force and miraculously survived the incident that led him to a beautiful, perilous, and dangerous hidden world .Little did he know that this is where he 'd learn magic, and as a side benefit, he 'd established a pact with a supernatural companion who'd let him conquer the domain. Shocked yet excited, little Twig returned to his normal life, where everything had changed. To his disbelief, he found that nothing in the past seemed to be the same thing as it was. People grow up surprisingly fast, and he's still a little kid. He wanted to leave and search for the rest of his immediate family, but would that be all? Will he overcome all that has been learned and realize that his universe is indeed powered by magic?

A modern man suddenly transmigrated to an unknown world What can he do in order to survive? - Jane, a woman's name granted by his Grands, a man who's severely tired of his life due to his bully and fierce boss. Jane just wanted to get out of his bully of a boss' grasp and began a slacking life. However, who would have thought that his expected long vacation just after 3 months would be gone just like that after being transmigrated suddenly. Dead? No! He didn't die nor did he got on an accident. So why did he transmigrated to a boy's twig like body?!

I am the one that is feared by all. Parents tell their naughty children stories about my various 'endeavors'. Grown men piss themselves merely looking at me. Yes.... I am the demon king....no, was the demon king. I'm being killed by the hero right now... at least that's what she thinks is happening. I could break her like a twig with just a wave of my hand. But I'm not taking this fight seriously. I'm going to act out my death so that I can finally be free of this cursed title. I don't even remember why I became the demon king in the first place.... You're wondering what I'm going to do after my so-called death. Explore the world, I guess...and when there's nothing left to see. I'll probably just kill myself. Cover credits - @lethihongvan23091979 or[ Mon, on Pinterest]

RedBeeSAndAmber2's Real Name is Treasure Marie Denise Jackson and I am her, I collaborated with GOD A.K.A. Jesus Christ To help me write this book. The reason I made this is people who like pedophilia have caused others to be okay with adult women preying on boy minors so I made this story to actually rid the world of pedophilia between adult women and teenage boys and under. Jeremy is completely stunned... Narrator (Jeremy): to be honest I had no idea what I did to deserve being called an idiot. When Jeremy walked through the doors, Jeremy covered himself with a bunch of twigs with leaves attached to them. You can't see it cuz they're showing at the top of his body, which is what his Dad notices. "What are you doing with those Bush leaves or something- wait a minute why are you naked?!" His dad yelled and complete shock and awe and legit concern. Jeremy's dad pulled him in the house and took the twigs and leaves and put them on the table "were you attacked or something?!" Jeremy's dad said but Jeremy wouldn't respond. _________________________________________________________________________ This story is copyrighted. (Copr. ©) The copyright symbol, or copyright sign, ©, is the symbol used in copyright notices for works other than sound recordings. The use of the symbol is described by the Universal Copyright Convention. Copyright refers to the legal right of the owner of intellectual property. ... This means that the original creators of products and anyone they give authorization to are the only ones with the exclusive right to reproduce the work.

Pfft, so what if they can cast spells? I'm a mixed martial arts master. Every single time, these idiots thing they can beat me by simply tossing a rock spell or trying to blow me to pieces with fireballs. It's kind of hilarious to see their faces twist in fear when I get close enough. They know nothing about fighting; relying on spells has made them weak... their bodies are all as thin as twigs. Well, I guess I can't talk... for now, mine is quite skinny too. This new body sucks - but that's something I'll fix... wait, I have a system? Well whatever, maybe it will be useful. Just like in the last world, I will rise to the top once more. These nerds with their shitty magic systems don't stand a chance. They will all come to know and fear my name: Roylan. ***Artwork is not mine, please msg me if you want it removed. Artwork is by Radiance Li. https://www.artstation.com/artwork/LOX55

She kept on running in the forest, running and running. The moon didn't show her mercy to show her the way in the dark as it didn't come out. Everywhere and everything was dark and the only things she could hear was the sound of fast footsteps which were hers and the creature behind her. She felt tired but she can't stop . Twigs had made different scratches and cuts on her body. Her dress which was a multicolored ankara with different patterns was now tattered. Her legs were coated with mud which had started to turn dry due to her running for a long time and some part of her toes had started to bleed since she wore no shoes. She doesn't know where she's coming from and where she's going. The only thing on her mind was to run, run away from what was after her. She should have listened to her grandmother about what happens when you don't listen to the great goddess, Yemoja. And now, she regrets it, every single second she wasted without doing the right thing.

Alo is as weak as they come. He's as skinny as a twig and as weak-minded as a goose. Generally, when he is targeted, he quickly lays down and complies with his bully, and so he generally stays out trouble. But...he has one massive problem. That is, whenever he sees that an innocent person is about to be harmed, Alo auto-triggers without even knowing what's happening. He panics and does his best to prevent it at any cost...even if the cost is at his own peril! Alo is too weak of a bitch to be having this problem. Eventually, he somehow gets framed, and winds up in prison. When he arrives, a mysterious old man, who is on his last brinks of life, notices him. He is an banished member of a secret society, who once possessed great mystical powers before they were sealed. He quickly realizes that Alo does not belong and he sees the true character of Alo's heart. He then decides to impart knowledge onto Alo that is usually hidden and kept secret from the masses. Cultivation. He knows that doing this will break the soul oath that he made when he joined the secret society, and that breaking it will trigger his automatic death. But, he sees Alo as a chance to do one last amazing thing for the Earth before he leaves. Here begins a new start for Alo...

**Slowly updating as of March 2020** A lunatic shunned by his whole family reveals himself to be the new cruel and powerful Demon King? The Heavens must be dying! "It is demonic cultivation! Everyone, put down your weapons and stay away from Wu Yong!" Ming Zhe Di glared at the new Demon King, regretting his decision. He should have agreed with his colleagues even if his instincts told him the suspect was innocent. He gathered the powerful cultivators, "Attack Wu Yong, keep the disciples away from him. Look, he is not the same lunatic you knew." The most skilled cultivators nod slowly. Xue Weifeng stubbornly flared her nostrils and grit her teeth. She withdrew from the group with her whip held ready to attack. She paused to say, "You should have sent him to the courtyards! I cannot believe the Righteous Council had such a stupid leader. If you did not release him, our disciples and friends would not be harmed." The Righteous Council watched as Wu Yong treated his opponents as twigs. Ming Zhe Di studied the swirling smoke drifting from his body, shocked beyond measure. He could see the cultivators use so much strength yet the lunatic stayed unscathed. The old master shook his head in disbelief. "He does not have to move, it is as if spirits are helping him! Xue Weifeng, tell the kids to be careful! We are dealing with the new Demon King."

Jeremy stood there. Still under the light of the streetlamp. His eyes shot to the clouded sky, and the moon really was closer to earth that night. Great, and full, and red and big. Right in his face. There was another rustle, twigs breaking in the treeline just across the street, and then gravel skidding across the pavement. Jeremy felt paralyzed with fear, dread for what he knew, stalked him from those shadows. There he noticed, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, a large, black blob of something shrouded under the tree limbs. Jeremy's breath hitched, as eyes of gold opened up, as illuminated a wolfish face, and then, it suddenly grew from a short black mass, to a tall and lengthy black mass, and from there. It took an elongated step towards the street lamp on it's side of the road. A tight skinned paw with curve, yellow stained claws, was first disclosed by the beam of light, and as it bent forward, half a wolf's ragged head, protruded, the fur in matted clumps across it's ghoulish, long and boney body. Then it stepped, almost purposefully into the light completely. It's whole body moving, expanding and deflating with every labored breath, and warm dry frost blew clouds out of wet nostrils and a gnarly fanged mouth. Its neck and down the length of it's beastly spine was heavily maned, but arms and chest and legs were naked with grey skin, veiney and painfully muscular, ribs protruding sickly. Like a large, mangy wolf that could stand on two legs, stared back at Jeremy. Seemingly calm, and deranged. Jeremy wanted to cry, run away, but he was captivated by it's stare. It didn't care that Jeremy could see it now. That's all it ever wanted. That's when the beast howled a grueling, raspy howl, that started out high and loud before it reduced to a ground shaking bellow, and that's when it lunged at Jeremy.

"No... no little girl you're not going anywhere until I know why I can smell you" he growled at the girl whose heart was beating at the fastest rate when she tried to get away from. his eyes which stated at her like she was a prey, while cornering her although he was careful enough not to let even a tip of his clothes touch her. She stared straight into the obsidian black eyes that held her mysterious purple eyes in place. She flinched when he growled and took hurried steps back. She tripped over a twig and was held by the arm upright. The moment she was gripped on the arm she felt a burning sensation and hissed in pain. Before hurriedly jerking her hands away " You probably smell me because you were planning on roasting me alive..... your highness" she said as she held her burnt arm and glared at the man who seem frozen and was staring at his palm that held her. "I..... I can feel you" it came out almost in whispers as he had a pitiful, disbelieving and heartbreaking look on his face. He was someone damned to hell, who couldn't smell or feel anybody, be it human and demons. And this became his weakness when it comes to taking care of the only family he had. She died of a disease common to humans 'fever', but he didn't even know something was happening to her until she died. He avoided contact with people since then, until he smelt out Ayira Quinn. Azrael Osbourne had a lot of questions that needs to be answered. Who ..... what are you? he asked with his eyes narrowed to a dangerous slit. Why was she the only thing he smelt and felt for the first time? Who is she? Was she the one?

Paisley Parker Mathison is 23 year old Beta to the Moonstone Pack. Brother is Alpha Derek Mathison, Parents are Stoic and Molly, the great Alphas who led the Werewolves to victory in the 2010 war against the witches. Now in the year 2042, Humans and Werewolves are allies. When Parker was born he received what is known as an Alpha's Mate Mark. His is on his left rib cage, while his says Alpha mate under the mark, his mate has his initials and how old he will be when they meet. Parker didn't know what it really meant until age 16 when his school was talking about different mates and how the Humans are tested for the potential mate genes, and how alphas know who their mates are. He freaked out, naturally. He was raised as a future beta, one who would never submit to anyone other than his rightful packs beta. As was intended. Finding out he was supposed to be a submissive Alpha mate, and go from competing to search out his mate to being the one hunted panicked him. So he ran from home. Only to be captured by rogues. He was tortured for two years before the rogues ran when his pack caught wind of him. Once rescued and home his punishment was to receive therapy, and complete high school before being appointed Beta. His focus during that year was to take his weak submissive body and transform himself into what a natural born Beta was supposed to be. Over the last 5 years he successfully took himself from the skinny twig, to the 5'11" muscular, 160 pound beta that he finally felt comfortable with. Unfortunately he could only spend so much time hiding in this territory. After those five long years the council caught wind that he was 23 and has never participated in The Hunt. So two days before the annual Hunt, messengers arrived with a summons command for Parker, for the day of the Hunt. Will he be allowed to continue hiding from his mate? Or will his mate be notified he was found and he would be forced to participate in the week long hell fest known only as The Hunt?