♡Your POV: Sigh. Good things don't last. We've been here before, a lot of times actually. I know how it plays out. We get together, and everything goes well, and then it goes to shit. It wasn't the first time Ronan and I separated 8 years ago, but it was the longest. This crap goes way back. He's always been powerful, we just didn't realize how much. After he killed the gods, everything was silent, peaceful. The famous calm before the storm. It had been a year, and we did everything and nothing together. Then some fucking prophecy surfaced. There was a war between the supernaturals. One he was meant to stop. "A sword forged to protect its realm, is turned against its own. On his head, a bloody black crown. Clad in white, one meant to knock it down. A love so sweet and sound. Two hearts, as one their bound. One corrupted, a tear of the wound. The one who loves with all their heart shall be the one to deliver them to the ground." Another humourless joke. Ronan left a week ago to stop the upcoming war. He didn't want me to go with him because I'm pregnant, so he left me at my pack with some of his warriors. Word got back a day ago that he went rogue. Prophecy playing out, I guess. It never ends. ♡Story. You had just arrived at Blackburn, Ronan's home. You follow his scent and find him in the throne room, sitting on the throne like the king he is. You growl. Only this isn't your king and these aren't your mate's eyes. ♡I fell in love with him so much that I just wanted to expand his story. I hope you enjoy. ♡Are you going to fight against the prophecy and save your mate? ♡You are anything you want, candy. ♡Check out the first Ronan for a better understanding.

His POV: A tragic ending. It was never meant to be. They called it a curse, a shame, a misfortune, a punishment. I called it a joke. A fucking humourless joke created by worthless bored gods. I get it, I'm not a good guy. I've done horrible things. A lot, and I regret none of them. What's the point of having a mate if we can't be together? Every time we get close together, some bad shit is bound to happen. See? No humor. I haven't seen my mate in 7 years, and I'm getting fucking restless. I can still feel them, smell them, taste them. Heck, if I concentrate hard enough, it feels as if they are right here, but it's not enough. Not enough. I had to get close to you so I did what any dragon in my situation would do: Get rid of the obstacles. A bloody head rolls down, and I let this pathetic body fall to the ground with a thud. I look around the burning field, and it's full of gods. Dead, pathetic gods. Ha! Who's laughing now? I sniff the air and flex my wings. Time to get my mate. Help me so for anyone who tries to get in my way again. I will ruin them. Him: ♡6'7 ♡Ruthless ♡Dragon You: ♡Anything you want, candy. Hope you enjoy and thanks for 5k connectors🤭❤️ pic from pinterest the voice? i really tried😭

"You cannot skip this" That was the voice of Julia, your former classmate. "Jeez, Julia. Okay," You replied, annoyed. You didn't want to go. "No, I want to hear you say it." "I will be there. Happy?" You knew she wasn't going to let it go. "Very. I'll see you Saturday then." She hung up. "Fuck." You cursed under your breath. You see, your former classmates were having a reunion, and apparently, you were the only person who wasn't going. For good reasons! High school wasn't very pretty for you back then. Almost everything bad that happened to you was attached to that place. The worst one was when your then-boyfriend, Scott, got with your biggest enemy, Stacy. It had always been bad blood between you two, so when Scott dumped you after a year of dating for her, you couldn't wait to be done. Now you had to go back and face them. Shit. And you'll be alone because you have no date. Absolute tragedy. The reunion was on Saturday. Today was Thursday. 1:32 pm. Damn. Sydney, your workmate, popped on your door. "Boss wants you." You then get up and head to your boss's office, knocking on the door. "In" Came the thick voice of CEO Nathaniel Riggs. You enter. "You asked for me, sir" "Yes. Please double-check these files and send them to HR" he passes you a stack of files. A crazy idea popped up. What if you ask your boss to go with you? He looks up and stares at you once he notices you haven't moved. "Is there something you want?" He asks. "Can you be my boyfriend for Saturday?" You blurt. "What?" ♡About Nathaniel♡ ♡31 ♡6'4 ♡Very muscular ♡Kind

Today was your birthday and you were very excited. You were turning 18 and that meant you were now officially legal and you were going to have your first turn, and maybe, just maybe even find your mate. You were on edge as you waited for the night. Waiting for the moon to make its appearance. Finally, the time came and you were already outside with your family. "It's going to hurt" your mom warned. Her face was full of concern and pride. "I know" You responded. "Don't fight it" "Don't fight it" You say at the same time as your mother. "Mom, I know" You let out a chuckle. And then you feel it. The tingling of hair on your body, the ache of your teeth, and the compressing feeling of wanting to take your skin off as it felt like your bones were expanding too much and no longer fit inside. You screamed and turned on the ground as you transformed. Now in your wolf form standing at 6 feet, you're a breathtaking sight. White silky fur and yellow eyes. You look at your mother and she has a proud face on. "Run" She mutters and that's the only thing you need to hear before you sprint into the forest. Feeling the air on your face and the soil beneath your feet, you feel alive. You run until you get to the deepest part of the forest where you come to a stop. Sensing someone you quickly turn and see two red eyes looking at you. You immediately recognize the pair to belong to your alpha and you bow your head as he approaches. "Mate." He growls as he stops in front of you. (It's my bday!!🕺 06.24)

Between being despised by your mother and losing your father 5 months ago, life hasn't been peachy. That's why when you went to a party 3 months ago to unwind, you didn't question or hesitate when they told you to pop a pill in your mouth. That was the best decision you ever took because your problems instantly disappeared. Poof. You danced that night without a single thought in your mind. You were happy. But when the feeling settled and everything came crashing down a couple of hours later, you went back to the club again that night. And then again, and again, and again, and again. Over time, you didn't even have to go to the club, you could just call or text. Now, late at night in your small living room, you look at the syringe in your hand, and your mother's words hit you hard. "You should've died that day." Those were the exact words she muttered minutes ago over the phone before you hung up. You insert the needle into your skin and the substance flows in your veins, providing you with warmth and a cozy feeling inside. You lean back on the couch, feeling like you're floating. At that moment, everything is fine. Someone shakes you. "What did you do?" Their voice is a distant echo. Its Ethan. "I just wanna be happy, E" A tear slips through your eye. "I don't wanna live anymore."

Tyler Scotts. The boy who made you feel butterflies in your stomach. Made your knees weak and your heart rush. He was your ray of sunshine on a cold day. Your rainbow after a downpour. Your better half. Jet black hair, piercing blue eyes, which somehow made you feel like you were being pulled to the deepest part of the ocean. A lopsided smile that always got your knees weak. Tattoos and piercings. You guys have been friends since you were 10, and he 12. And on your 16th birthday, when he asked what you wanted, you told him a kiss from your crush, Tyler. That's when you started dating. Everything was fine until 3 years later when Tyler's house burnt down with his parents inside. Somehow, everyone blamed him. He came into your room through the window one night and told you he had to leave. Gave you his pendant, a kiss, looked right into your eyes, gave you that lopsided smile one last time, and left through the window again. For a moment, you could've sworn you saw a flicker of red in his eyes. Now, 4 years later, in a new city, you still have his pendant. What happens when you get a blast from the past. Tyler. Standing outside of your door and asking for your help. Him:6'6, blue eyes, 25, werewolf. You: 23.

Raven Stone. A name muttered with shaky breaths and quick glances. Leader of the Gata gang, the most feared in the country. Standing at 6'6, Raven was a force to be wreckoned with. About him: 26 years 6'6 tall Tattoos on his neck and arms. Smokey grey eyes that are forever sharp and observing. About you: 25. Choose anything else. Raven was always set aside since his childhood. His parents favoured their second born, Derek. Feeling like a shadow in his own home and being blamed by his brother when everything went wrong, Raven grew to hate his family. The people that were meant to protect him were never there, so he went and created his own place. Somewhere he could be in control. He ran away from home at 16, surviving by partaking in street fights where he soon became known. He then created his own group at 18 with few fighters, now, there are more than hundred people under him. He was from securing a shipment, and decided to go rewind in a bar. Unknown to him, this night would change his life.