Annabel  

Arya is a witch-werewolf hybrid, the first of her kind, not only is that illegal it is also impossible.

With whispers of war in every corner the discovery of a hybrid might just be enough to break or make the world.

Noctis was no one,an orphan raised by the werewolf military general and in training to join the army, but when the mark of the alpha appeared on his chest his destiny took a turn.

They are Tied together by destiny to save the world or end it, and neither of them are prepared for turn their lives are about to take, but oh well...


Fraction wars

"It's ranking time," Enya called out as the bells rang, her voice carrying a distinct edge of excitement. 


"What's ranking time?" Arya asked, glancing between them. 


"It's when we're tested to see where we stand on the charts," Lucien explained. "See you girls later." He was out the door before Arya could ask more. 


The group stepped out of the lounge, moving toward what Arya assumed was the ranking site. They entered the gym—a massive arena-like hall with an open training space at the center. Mats were arranged neatly across the floor, and hanging from the ceiling was a giant screen displaying rows of names and numbers. 


Arya scanned it quickly, taking in the numbers beside each name. 


"They rank us strongest to weakest," Ariel explained, following her gaze. 


"Tests," Vespera answered. "Different kinds—speed, agility, tolerance, kinesthetic awareness, and other categories." 


Chapter twelve