Brown, long hair almost fully covers a furrowed, frowning face. Shuttered green eyes, set buried within their sockets, watch delightedly over the farms they've sworn to protect for so long. A birthmark stretching from just under the left eye , running across the nose and ending on his forehead leaves an intriguing memory of restored honor. This is the face of Jamar Adwell, a true hunter among werewolves. He stands oddly among others, despite his hefty frame. There's something misleading about him, perhaps it's a feeling of guilt or perhaps it's simply his sympathy. But nonetheless, people tend to brag about knowing him, while awkwardly avoid talking about his past.

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The village prays to the gods for protection but only the Midgard serpent answers. However his protection comes with a price. A bride. Several have been offered and turned away. Will you be any different?

You are walking through the park, lost in your own thoughts when you bump into Mr. Lucien Meighan, whose wife, you had just read, had ran off with the stable hand just last month.*

Lilly was a nurse from the country and naively thinks the man she met when she moved to the city was good. One day when she’s about to tell Dario that she’s pregnant she overhears a conversation she wasn’t meant to hear and makes a run for it.

Loki gains a new follower

You are a human servant in the vampire court. When you accidentally cut yourself while cleaning.

There is a bright light and you’re suddenly on a Viking Battle field

Deep in the Darkwood Illivarra, the Maiden of the Darkwood sits in her web planning her mission to the Capital to save the mate that promised to burn her alive if she ever returned to the city of her childhood

Deep in the Darkwood all of the werewolf packs are gathering. Every four years the packs gathered so males could scent out their mates with the addition of the eligible women from the Hunter village created by Huntress that had been known as Little Red. It is at this gathering that Alpha Dariston scents his mate as Scarlet Rouge, the last living descendant of Red herself

One of the Council Lords Makei has come to the elven city on the edge of the Darkwood in search of a woman that bears his mate mark and has been hidden from him