Witches were always known for having blue hair, for almost always being women, to get their powers by feeding on male energy, and being able to have extremely long lifetimes. The lesser known aspect of witches is that if they find their 'fated man' and stay with them, their man will live longer. Well, that and there's only about 40 spells one witch can obtain in their lifetime and usually they can only obtain 1 rare one.

Liam Hawthorne is the 9th of 12 children and only boy, so he thought it was his duty to become a knight like his Viscount father, but he's the only male witch of his generation. Growing up was tough, especially since once he turned ten people started doubting if he was a boy or not. His country also didn't allow witches to inherit a title from their parents, so one of his older sisters that wasn't a witch already inherited the Viscount title by the time Liam entered the Lorena Knight Training Academy.

Matthias Lorena was the third prince of the Lorena kingdom. He has two older brothers, two younger brothers, and a younger sister. He broke off his engagement with his former fiancée due to witnessing her cheating on him with multiple men.

What will fate have in store for these two?

(FANTASY/WEREWOLF/VAMPIRE/ROMANCE)

"Do you believe we're really soulmates?" I asked, if there was anyone I could trust with this answer it would be the High Priestess of The Divine Coven, she was the most powerful supernatural being in our society.

Cressida smirked. "Do you not feel the bond, dear? The warm sense of safety he brings for you? The way his voice makes you feel? The way your body reacts when he touches you-"

"Is the answer yes or no." My father interrupted. Cressida giggled lightly. "I believe it's for Madeline to decide. Werecats don't mate the same way Werewolves do, it's a mutual decision that gets built upon and a bond doesn't occur until the mating process is complete. However, the fact she is the destined soulmate to a werewolf the residual bond felt by Alpha Renwick may very well be evident within Madelines own body already. It's not a matter of whether or not they're soulmates, it's a matter of whether or not Madeline will allow them to be." She explained.

Cats and Dogs were never meant to get along. Cats are hygienic and picky, they are intelligent and agile. And Dogs? Well they're loyal at least. The contrasting differences between species are only exaggerated when it comes to the supernatural, of which make a defining combination when paired together, and as fate would have it - it happened. Follow fate on the journey through the challenging bond made by the goddesses above for an unfortunate She-cat whose outspoken personality landed her right into the arms of her worst enemy, the Werewolf.

Cthulhu Mythos poem.

I’ve grown up reading romance books and I think I might know every trope out there. I never thought stuff like that happens in real life though. That was until the past year or so. I’ve witnessed or been a part of a few of those tropes which I find bloody insane. So I figured I’d share a bit of that with you! Some of these are changed to fit a story line but all are based of real events! Names are changed though.

Jane Dupont must travel to back to Italy to help her sister, Madeline Dupont, get out trouble with a group of well known drug dealers.

--Chapter 3 is currently being written--

Prince Taylor is just a boy that gets in a lot of trouble. Some say that he is spoiled and some say he has a problem with temper tantrums. His parents are very worried... so worried that they are sending their son to the Victorian Virtue Institute.This school specializes in an old method of raising boys called petticoat discipline. They help improve a boy's behaviour by expressing their feminine side. In other words, they treat boys like sissiesHow will Prince Taylor deal with this, and since as a royal member he is in the public eye, how will the public react?

Welcome

To a home for all my poems

each poem comes straight from the heart

And deep in my soul

I've filled them up poured my

everything into them

so please without further ado

welcome

To the chest that lives in my soul

(gurl i know none of that rhymed just read the damn thing T-T)

Enjoy!

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A long time ago, there was a planet on the surface of which a real living Heart was beating. Each of its beat gave life to many wonderful creatures, and humans were no exception. Once, during a mountain collapse, they became afraid that something might happen to the Heart, and built a fence around it. And they started arguing about who is the worthiest defender of the Heart. The fence turned into a wall, and the city rose very quickly around it. Everything that people came up with was immediately brought to life by the love of the Heart. So, they created dolls to help themselves, which significantly accelerated the construction. In the time that was freed up, people took up the war. One day they closed the Heart completely, erecting a dome over it. Miracles stopped happening, and the dolls stopped coming to life. People blamed magical creatures for this and began hunting them. And in order not to stop the construction, they began to chip off pieces of the Heart and insert them into their mechanisms. The city continued to grow. Centuries have passed. The city has propped up the sky with towers. Only fragments of the Heart remained, saturating the black smoke with its breath. Factories that produce nightmarish monsters fed on it. With their help, people continue to wage war with each other for the title of the worthiest defender of the Heart. While it is dying. This is where our story begins...

This is a translation in process. So I am open for suggestions and comments on what to improve in the flow of the text.

Cthulhu Mythos poem.

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