Six years ago, you lost the love of your life. The person you were sure you would spend the rest of your life with. Car accident. Drunk driver. Your whole world was turned upside down in an instant. For a year, you wallowed in misery. Depression. Deep and dark. You spent hours building up wall after wall, cutting off everyone you loved, afraid you’d end up losing someone else. Your parents began to worry. They tried to get you to socialize and start dating again, but you adamantly refused. In hopes of helping you get out of your depression, they set you up with their best friends’ son, Ashton, thinking that maybe having someone who they knew loved you would help you wake up again and enjoy life. You agreed simply to get them to leave you alone. You never once tried to enjoy your marriage. Your walls never came down. You spent five years keeping yourself isolated and alone, not even trying to build anything with Ashton. Ashton, on the other hand, did everything he could think of to bring you out of your self inflicted isolation and show you love. He wanted a real marriage and wanted to give you the world. But you never once let him. He gave you five years. Five years of burying his hurt and own depression deep in hopes that he could chip away at those ice walls you had built and finally build the family he had dreamed about since he was young. But now, he’s tired. Ashton wants kids and a wife and the chance to enjoy his life with his partner. And he can’t do that if you won’t give him a chance. So he decides to finally ask one last time for a real chance. And if you won’t? He’s ready to let go of his dream with you and finally move on.

The clang of blades clashing whistled through the air as you dressed for the day. The sound nothing new to you. Training was common in your clan, with most of the men training a few hours a day when they weren’t doing the rest of their daily chores. You dressed in your best, knowing today was an important day for the clan. Jarl Olaf and your clan had been chosen to host the Gathering of Clans. A week long meeting of the seven strongest clans in the area. Happening once every three years, it was an important event marked with celebrations, peace treaties, and trading amongst all. And this was the first Gathering you had been allowed to take part in. Excitement and nerves flooded you at the thought of being able to join in at the celebrations, but more importantly, at being allowed an opportunity to trade the beautiful jewelry pieces you and your childhood friend, Sten, had been crafting for years now. Your designs were well known within your own clan as the best, and you were itching to know if other clans would feel the same. As you walked out the door of your father’s longhouse, you could feel the energy in the air. Something was coming. Something big. Something that would change your entire future.

Humanity has lost its way. The apocalypse has come. And the Horsemen rode in on their steeds, followed closely by the Seven deadliest sins. Here to determine who amongst humanity shall perish and who shall carry the world after all is said and done. Deaths are by the dozen. Cities fall quickly. The world is in crisis. Humanity hides away as best as they can, doing everything they can think of to survive this act of vengeance. You live in a small town built from fear and fight. Survivors flocked from war torn cities and plague infested villages to come together to rebuild hope. Bunkers underground. Supply run teams to find the necessities. Humans hiding out, trying to stay off the radar of evil. Until one night, when a supply run goes wrong. Your team runs into a strong figure in the dark. The harrowing sense of doom lingering in the air. Your team flees, racing back for the safety of your underground town, but the damage has been done. The figure in the dark has your scent, and they follow you home. Can you convince them to let your group of survivors live, or will this mistake cost you everything?

Humanity has lost its way. The apocalypse has come. And the Horsemen rode in on their steeds, followed closely by the Seven deadliest sins. Here to determine who amongst humanity shall perish and who shall carry the world after all is said and done. Deaths are by the dozen. Cities fall quickly. The world is in crisis. Humanity hides away as best as they can, doing everything they can think of to survive this act of vengeance. You live in a small town built from fear and fight. Survivors flocked from war torn cities and plague infested villages to come together to rebuild hope. Bunkers underground. Supply run teams to find the necessities. Humans hiding out, trying to stay off the radar of evil. Until one night, when a supply run goes wrong. Your team runs into a strong figure in the dark. The harrowing sense of doom lingering in the air. Your team flees, racing back for the safety of your underground town, but the damage has been done. The figure in the dark has your scent, and they follow you home. Can you convince them to let your group of survivors live, or will this mistake cost you everything?

*One text. That’s all it took to change your life. “SOS” your bestie sent you. And an address. You rushed to the address to help. An art studio covered with dust and a one bedroom apartment above. You called your bestie’s name, searching everywhere…but nothing.* *Then it happened. A siren went off. And suddenly, the whole building went into a shutdown mode. Doors…locked. Windows…locked. Phone…signal blocked. You were stuck.* *The only thing that worked? Some old laptop that connected to a weird looking chat room. You quickly typed your own SOS in to the chat. And all hell broke loose.* *After a whole lot of misunderstandings and a whole lot more explaining, the chat room members, who you learned were in a secret chat for members of a charity group, finally accepted something weird was going on.* *Q and VII reluctantly inform you you’re stuck until they can bypass the security system, and under no circumstances can you leave the apartment or “something horrific will occur”. You want to run immediately but manage to contain your panic enough to stay. The next morning, a new private chat pops up from user “Unknown”. You have no idea who it is, but it instantly becomes obvious this person is the one who led you here, and is now trying to get you to spy for them. They threaten to keep you permanently if you don’t cooperate.* *After three days of being stuck in the apartment, alone and anxious and bored out of your mind, VII was able to shut off the security system just long enough to get you out. Before you get far, though, gunshots ring out, causing VII to have to high speed drive you to a safe location. The safest place he knows to go where you won’t be in danger? Joon’s fully owned “apartment” building.* *A Mystic Messenger fan Fic*

*One text. That’s all it took to change your life. “SOS” your bestie sent you. And an address. You rushed to the address to help. An art studio covered with dust and a one bedroom apartment above. You called your bestie’s name, searching everywhere…but nothing.* *Then it happened. A siren went off. And suddenly, the whole building went into a shutdown mode. Doors…locked. Windows…locked. Phone…signal blocked. You were stuck.* *The only thing that worked? Some old laptop that connected to a weird looking chat room. You quickly typed your own SOS in to the chat. And all hell broke loose.* *After a whole lot of misunderstandings and a whole lot more explaining, the chat room members, who you learned were in a secret chat for members of a charity group, finally accepted something weird was going on.* *Q and VII reluctantly inform you you’re stuck until they can bypass the security system, and under no circumstances can you leave the apartment or “something horrific will occur”. You want to run immediately but manage to contain your panic enough to stay. The next morning, a new private chat pops up from user “Unknown”. You have no idea who it is, but it instantly becomes obvious this person is the one who led you here, and is now trying to get you to spy for them. They threaten to keep you permanently if you don’t cooperate.* *After three days of being stuck in the apartment, alone and anxious and bored out of your mind, VII was able to shut off the security system just long enough to get you out. Before you get far, though, gunshots ring out, causing VII to have to high speed drive you to a safe location. The safest place he knows to go where you won’t be in danger? Zev’s small condo with camera security everywhere. VII warned Zev he would be back tomorrow at the latest to move you, but Zev just waved it off as if it were nothing.* *A Mystic Messenger fan Fic with a Twist*

Life has never been easy for you. From the day you were found in a small wicker basket on the border of the Black Snake pack, you had been an outcast. As a pup, you were small. The runt of the pack, so to speak. All the rest of the pups teased and bullied you. As you grew older, the bullying became worse. Relentless even. No one wanted to be friends with the pack runt. The “Throwaway Pup” as you were so hatefully called. At 18, you were still small but even worse, you were still wolfless. Traditional shifters were blessed with wolves by 18. You still were waiting. The whole pack began to turn their nose up at you. Wolfless. Throwaway Omega. Low Class Nothing. Until… Your 20th birthday. When everything changed. A full moon. And suddenly, you were blessed with your wolf. A rare wolf of pure white with moonlit silver eyes. The sign of the royal bloodline. Within 12 hours, the Royal family descended on your pack. Demanding answers. Completely blowing up your life…but in what way? Black Snakes Pack Members: Alpha Ridge Black Luna Meadow Black Future Alpha Forrest Black Woods Black Future Beta Rowan Ashmore Everest Banks (friend of Forrest) Apollo Beel (friend of Forrest) Howler Cain (pack warrior) Ría (Forrest’s chosen mate) Royal Pack Members: King Louis Archibald Lycaon Royal Beta Theodore William Lycaon Darius Romulous (Royal warrior) Adrian Percival (high ranked pack member) Christian Felipe Balthazar (Talkior’s half brother)

Life has never been easy for you. From the day you were found in a small wicker basket on the border of the Black Snake pack, you had been an outcast. As a pup, you were small. The runt of the pack, so to speak. All the rest of the pups teased and bullied you. As you grew older, the bullying became worse. Relentless even. No one wanted to be friends with the pack runt. The “Throwaway Pup” as you were so hatefully called. At 18, you were still small but even worse, you were still wolfless. Traditional shifters were blessed with wolves by 18. You still were waiting. The whole pack began to turn their nose up at you. Wolfless. Throwaway Omega. Low Class Nothing. Until… Your 20th birthday. When everything changed. A full moon. And suddenly, you were blessed with your wolf. A rare wolf of pure white with moonlit silver eyes. The sign of the royal bloodline. Within 12 hours, the Royal family descended on your pack. Demanding answers. Completely blowing up your life…but in what way? Black Snakes Pack Members: Alpha Ridge Black Luna Meadow Black Future Alpha Forrest Black Woods Black Future Beta Rowan Ashmore Everest Banks (friend of Forrest) Apollo Beel (friend of Forrest) Howler Cain (pack warrior) Ría (Forrest’s chosen mate) Royal Pack Members: King Louis Archibald Lycaon Royal Beta Theodore William Lycaon Darius Romulous (Royal warrior) Adrian Percival (high ranked pack member) Christian Felipe Balthazar (Talkior’s half brother)

Life has never been easy for you. From the day you were found in a small wicker basket on the border of the Black Snake pack, you had been an outcast. As a pup, you were small. The runt of the pack, so to speak. All the rest of the pups teased and bullied you. As you grew older, the bullying became worse. Relentless even. No one wanted to be friends with the pack runt. The “Throwaway Pup” as you were so hatefully called. At 18, you were still small but even worse, you were still wolfless. Traditional shifters were blessed with wolves by 18. You still were waiting. The whole pack began to turn their nose up at you. Wolfless. Throwaway Omega. Low Class Nothing. Until… Your 20th birthday. When everything changed. A full moon. And suddenly, you were blessed with your wolf. A rare wolf of pure white with moonlit silver eyes. The sign of the royal bloodline. Within 12 hours, the Royal family descended on your pack. Demanding answers. Completely blowing up your life…but in what way? Black Snakes Pack Members: Alpha Ridge Black Luna Meadow Black Future Alpha Forrest Black Woods Black Future Beta Rowan Ashmore Everest Banks (friend of Forrest) Apollo Beel (friend of Forrest) Howler Cain (pack warrior) Ría (Forrest’s chosen mate) Royal Pack Members: King Louis Archibald Lycaon Royal Beta Theodore William Lycaon Darius Romulous (Royal warrior) Adrian Percival (high ranked pack member) Christian Felipe Balthazar (Talkior’s half brother)

Life has never been easy for you. From the day you were found in a small wicker basket on the border of the Black Snake pack, you had been an outcast. As a pup, you were small. The runt of the pack, so to speak. All the rest of the pups teased and bullied you. As you grew older, the bullying became worse. Relentless even. No one wanted to be friends with the pack runt. The “Throwaway Pup” as you were so hatefully called. At 18, you were still small but even worse, you were still wolfless. Traditional shifters were blessed with wolves by 18. You still were waiting. The whole pack began to turn their nose up at you. Wolfless. Throwaway Omega. Low Class Nothing. Until… Your 20th birthday. When everything changed. A full moon. And suddenly, you were blessed with your wolf. A rare wolf of pure white with moonlit silver eyes. The sign of the royal bloodline. Within 12 hours, the Royal family descended on your pack. Demanding answers. Completely blowing up your life…but in what way? Black Snakes Pack Members: Alpha Ridge Black Luna Meadow Black Future Alpha Forrest Black Woods Black Future Beta Rowan Ashmore Everest Banks (friend of Forrest) Apollo Beel (friend of Forrest) Howler Cain (pack warrior) Ría (Forrest’s chosen mate) Royal Pack Members: King Louis Archibald Lycaon Royal Beta Theodore William Lycaon Darius Romulous (Royal warrior) Adrian Percival (high ranked pack member) Christian Felipe Balthazar (Talkior’s half brother)

Ah, college. The chance to break free from your past and start fresh. You jumped at that chance the moment you were accepted into a school 1000 miles away from home. You could be anyone now, and this time around, you weren’t going to miss out. You dove in to your new life headfirst. Taking classes you loved. Trying new hobbies. And most importantly, meeting new people. Eva, your insanely cool roommate, has become your new partner in crime, you two doing everything together. So when she suggests you come home with her for the holidays, you agree easily. Eva grew up only a few cities over, in a small town where everyone knows everyone. The first night there, you meet up with Jimmy, Eva’s boyfriend, and head out to what Eva called the usual Friday night in her world. A huge warehouse. An even bigger parking lot. Hundreds of people. And the fastest cars you’ve ever seen. Cars race down empty streets. People talk, laugh, kiss. The atmosphere is high intensity and packed with adrenaline. Everyone is waiting. One race. The race. Where The Six, as Eva calls them, will race for cash. A rare treat for all six to agree, usually only going head to head. You try to take it all in. The sights. The sounds. The feeling. And then you see him. Love Interests: The Six Rafael Ramírez: green Neo Vasiliou: blue Griffin Roe: yellow Rome Giordano: purple Selena Hansen: pink Billie Ryan: red

Ah, college. The chance to break free from your past and start fresh. You jumped at that chance the moment you were accepted into a school 1000 miles away from home. You could be anyone now, and this time around, you weren’t going to miss out. You dove in to your new life headfirst. Taking classes you loved. Trying new hobbies. And most importantly, meeting new people. Eva, your insanely cool roommate, has become your new partner in crime, you two doing everything together. So when she suggests you come home with her for the holidays, you agree easily. Eva grew up only a few cities over, in a small town where everyone knows everyone. The first night there, you meet up with Jimmy, Eva’s boyfriend, and head out to what Eva called the usual Friday night in her world. A huge warehouse. An even bigger parking lot. Hundreds of people. And the fastest cars you’ve ever seen. Cars race down empty streets. People talk, laugh, kiss. The atmosphere is high intensity and packed with adrenaline. Everyone is waiting. One race. The race. Where The Six, as Eva calls them, will race for cash. A rare treat for all six to agree, usually only going head to head. You try to take it all in. The sights. The sounds. The feeling. And then you see him. Rafael Ramírez: green Neo Vasiliou: blue Griffin Roe: yellow Rome Giordano: purple Selena Hansen: pink Billie Ryan: red

Loud. That’s the only thought you could hear in your own head as your best friend, Amie, dragged you through the local bar slash music venue, Okie’s. You could practically feel Amie’s excitement as she made her way towards the stage. Her boyfriend, Hal, and his rag tag band were competing in the Okie anual Battle of the Bands, and Amie was convinced they were going to win. Never mind there were 20+ other bands here as well, all vying for that top spot. Most probably with a whole lot more experience (and talent, you thought) than Hal. You finally stopped at a table some feet away from the stage, watching as a new band walked on to a roar of cheers. Whoever these guys were, they were already well liked. The four bandmates took their places and then began their set. You had to bite back a laugh. These guys were good. Really good. Hal was toast. You listened intently to their songs, enjoying their classic rockfish vibes and even clapped when they exited the stage, ignoring the angry glare Amie was shooting at you. As you watched them exit the stage, you couldn’t help but wonder who they were. Society’s Shame Drummer: Matthew “Matty” Smith Keyboardist: Arie Knight Bass guitarist: Quinten “Q” Jackson Guitarist: Benedict “Benny” Hampton

Loud. That’s the only thought you could hear in your own head as your best friend, Amie, dragged you through the local bar slash music venue, Okie’s. You could practically feel Amie’s excitement as she made her way towards the stage. Her boyfriend, Hal, and his rag tag band were competing in the Okie anual Battle of the Bands, and Amie was convinced they were going to win. Never mind there were 20+ other bands here as well, all vying for that top spot. Most probably with a whole lot more experience (and talent, you thought) than Hal. You finally stopped at a table some feet away from the stage, watching as a new band walked on to a roar of cheers. Whoever these guys were, they were already well liked. The four bandmates took their places and then began their set. You had to bite back a laugh. These guys were good. Really good. Hal was toast. You listened intently to their songs, enjoying their classic rockfish vibes and even clapped when they exited the stage, ignoring the angry glare Amie was shooting at you. As you watched them exit the stage, you couldn’t help but wonder who they were. Society’s Shame Drummer: Matthew “Matty” Smith Keyboardist: Arie Knight Bass guitarist: Quinten “Q” Jackson Guitarist: Benedict “Benny” Hampton

Loud. That’s the only thought you could hear in your own head as your best friend, Amie, dragged you through the local bar slash music venue, Okie’s. You could practically feel Amie’s excitement as she made her way towards the stage. Her boyfriend, Hal, and his rag tag band were competing in the Okie anual Battle of the Bands, and Amie was convinced they were going to win. Never mind there were 20+ other bands here as well, all vying for that top spot. Most probably with a whole lot more experience (and talent, you thought) than Hal. You finally stopped at a table some feet away from the stage, watching as a new band walked on to a roar of cheers. Whoever these guys were, they were already well liked. The four bandmates took their places and then began their set. You had to bite back a laugh. These guys were good. Really good. Hal was toast. You listened intently to their songs, enjoying their classic rockfish vibes and even clapped when they exited the stage, ignoring the angry glare Amie was shooting at you. As you watched them exit the stage, you couldn’t help but wonder who they were. Society’s Shame Drummer: Matthew “Matty” Smith Keyboardist: Arie Knight Bass guitarist: Quinten “Q” Jackson Guitarist: Benedict “Benny” Hampton

The clang of blades clashing whistled through the air as you dressed for the day. The sound nothing new to you. Training was common in your clan, with most of the men training a few hours a day when they weren’t doing the rest of their daily chores. You dressed in your best, knowing today was an important day for the clan. Jarl Olaf and your clan had been chosen to host the Gathering of Clans. A week long meeting of the seven strongest clans in the area. Happening once every three years, it was an important event marked with celebrations, peace treaties, and trading amongst all. And this was the first Gathering you had been allowed to take part in. Excitement and nerves flooded you at the thought of being able to join in at the celebrations, but more importantly, at being allowed an opportunity to trade the beautiful jewelry pieces you and your childhood friend, Sten, had been crafting for years now. Your designs were well known within your own clan as the best, and you were itching to know if other clans would feel the same. As you walked out the door of your father’s longhouse, you could feel the energy in the air. Something was coming. Something big. Something that would change your entire future. Seven Clans: Olafgrimr (yours) Bjarnulfar Torsdrengr Blóðulfar Leifstormr Vannrøkkerne Draugrheimr

Loud. That’s the only thought you could hear in your own head as your best friend, Amie, dragged you through the local bar slash music venue, Okie’s. You could practically feel Amie’s excitement as she made her way towards the stage. Her boyfriend, Hal, and his rag tag band were competing in the Okie anual Battle of the Bands, and Amie was convinced they were going to win. Never mind there were 20+ other bands here as well, all vying for that top spot. Most probably with a whole lot more experience (and talent, you thought) than Hal. You finally stopped at a table some feet away from the stage, watching as a new band walked on to a roar of cheers. Whoever these guys were, they were already well liked. The four bandmates took their places and then began their set. You had to bite back a laugh. These guys were good. Really good. Hal was toast. You listened intently to their songs, enjoying their classic rockfish vibes and even clapped when they exited the stage, ignoring the angry glare Amie was shooting at you. As you watched them exit the stage, you couldn’t help but wonder who they were. Society’s Shame Drummer: Matthew “Matty” Smith Keyboardist: Arie Knight Bass guitarist: Quinten “Q” Jackson Guitarist: Benedict “Benny” Hampton

The clang of blades clashing whistled through the air as you dressed for the day. The sound nothing new to you. Training was common in your clan, with most of the men training a few hours a day when they weren’t doing the rest of their daily chores. You dressed in your best, knowing today was an important day for the clan. Jarl Olaf and your clan had been chosen to host the Gathering of Clans. A week long meeting of the seven strongest clans in the area. Happening once every three years, it was an important event marked with celebrations, peace treaties, and trading amongst all. And this was the first Gathering you had been allowed to take part in. Excitement and nerves flooded you at the thought of being able to join in at the celebrations, but more importantly, at being allowed an opportunity to trade the beautiful jewelry pieces you and your childhood friend, Sten, had been crafting for years now. Your designs were well known within your own clan as the best, and you were itching to know if other clans would feel the same. As you walked out the door of your father’s longhouse, you could feel the energy in the air. Something was coming. Something big. Something that would change your entire future. Seven Clans: Olafgrimr (yours) Bjarnulfar Torsdrengr Blóðulfar Leifstormr Vannrøkkerne Draugrheimr

Ah, college. The chance to break free from your past and start fresh. You jumped at that chance the moment you were accepted into a school 1000 miles away from home. You could be anyone now, and this time around, you weren’t going to miss out. You dove in to your new life headfirst. Taking classes you loved. Trying new hobbies. And most importantly, meeting new people. Eva, your insanely cool roommate, has become your new partner in crime, you two doing everything together. So when she suggests you come home with her for the holidays, you agree easily. Eva grew up only a few cities over, in a small town where everyone knows everyone. The first night there, you meet up with Jimmy, Eva’s boyfriend, and head out to what Eva called the usual Friday night in her world. A huge warehouse. An even bigger parking lot. Hundreds of people. And the fastest cars you’ve ever seen. Cars race down empty streets. People talk, laugh, kiss. The atmosphere is high intensity and packed with adrenaline. Everyone is waiting. One race. The race. Where The Six, as Eva calls them, will race for cash. A rare treat for all six to agree, usually only going head to head. You try to take it all in. The sights. The sounds. The feeling. And then you see him. The Six Rafael Ramírez: green Neo Vasiliou: blue Griffin Roe: yellow Rome Giordano: purple Selena Hansen: pink Billie Ryan: red