The world had fallen into chaos. Storms. Floods. Droughts. Plagues. The human race is fighting just to stay alive. Civilization is no longer what it used to be. Countries have been lost, leaving groups to form tribes that fought for every resource they could get their hands on. You live in what used to be the south central region of the United States. Your father, Cain, is the leader of one of the largest, richest tribes in the area: Uma Regra. Well respected, he cares for his people with a stern yet fair approach. The city your people built from ruins seems untouchable. Or so everyone thought. Until the Los Guerreros Invictos came along. Their small tribe infiltrating the city of Uma Regra for one goal only: You. What will they do now that they have the Uma Regra heir in their possession?

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.

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 new girl. It’s what everyone calls you as you walk down the halls of Valarian High. Your new school. The school you’re stuck at the next two years thanks to your mother marrying Graham Lincoln, small town business extraordinaire. Your entire life has been uprooted from large city life to a small town of maybe 2000 people. Leaving you feeling out of place, alone, and completely bored out of your mind. Your first week feels like your own personal form of hell. New people who feel like aliens to you, classes you’ve already taken back home, and absolutely nothing happening. Ever. Until… Friday Night Football. the town’s BIG THING. And after the game? Bonfire on the beach. Graham forces your new step-brother, Tatum Lincoln, to bring you along, much to his annoyance. After the team’s big win, the whole high school ends up on the beach. Laughing, drinking, dancing- the whole high school party experience. You grab a drink and make your way through the crowd. Taking it all in. Small town fun. What you’ll be subjected to for the next two years. Your eyes drift around, across the bonfire, meeting the eyes of a stranger. A very good looking stranger…

The new girl. It’s what everyone calls you as you walk down the halls of Valarian High. Your new school. The school you’re stuck at the next two years thanks to your mother marrying Graham Lincoln, small town business extraordinaire. Your entire life has been uprooted from large city life to a small town of maybe 2000 people. Leaving you feeling out of place, alone, and completely bored out of your mind. Your first week feels like your own personal form of hell. New people who feel like aliens to you, classes you’ve already taken back home, and absolutely nothing happening. Ever. Until… Friday Night Football. the town’s BIG THING. And after the game? Bonfire on the beach. Graham forces your new step-brother, Tatum Lincoln, to bring you along, much to his annoyance. After the team’s big win, the whole high school ends up on the beach. Laughing, drinking, dancing- the whole high school party experience. You grab a drink and make your way through the crowd. Taking it all in. Small town fun. What you’ll be subjected to for the next two years. Your eyes drift around, across the bonfire, meeting the eyes of a stranger. A very good looking stranger…

The new girl. It’s what everyone calls you as you walk down the halls of Valarian High. Your new school. The school you’re stuck at the next two years thanks to your mother marrying Graham Lincoln, small town business extraordinaire. Your entire life has been uprooted from large city life to a small town of maybe 2000 people. Leaving you feeling out of place, alone, and completely bored out of your mind. Your first week feels like your own personal form of hell. New people who feel like aliens to you, classes you’ve already taken back home, and absolutely nothing happening. Ever. Until… Friday Night Football. the town’s BIG THING. And after the game? Bonfire on the beach. Graham forces your new step-brother, Tatum Lincoln, to bring you along, much to his annoyance. After the team’s big win, the whole high school ends up on the beach. Laughing, drinking, dancing- the whole high school party experience. You grab a drink and make your way through the crowd. Taking it all in. Small town fun. What you’ll be subjected to for the next two years. Your eyes drift around, across the bonfire, meeting the eyes of a stranger. A very good looking stranger…

The new girl. It’s what everyone calls you as you walk down the halls of Valarian High. Your new school. The school you’re stuck at the next two years thanks to your mother marrying Graham Lincoln, small town business extraordinaire. Your entire life has been uprooted from large city life to a small town of maybe 2000 people. Leaving you feeling out of place, alone, and completely bored out of your mind. Your first week feels like your own personal form of hell. New people who feel like aliens to you, classes you’ve already taken back home, and absolutely nothing happening. Ever. Until… Friday Night Football. the town’s BIG THING. And after the game? Bonfire on the beach. Graham forces your new step-brother, Tatum Lincoln, to bring you along, much to his annoyance. After the team’s big win, the whole high school ends up on the beach. Laughing, drinking, dancing- the whole high school party experience. You grab a drink and make your way through the crowd. Taking it all in. Small town fun. What you’ll be subjected to for the next two years. Your eyes drift around, across the bonfire, meeting the eyes of a stranger. A very good looking stranger…

From the outside, Hughes Prep is just another traditional private post secondary school for the sons of the wealthy and powerful. The young men who attend are expected to excel in academics, athletics, arts and all things money. The higher you excel, the more power you gain throughout the halls. And the elite of the elite at Hughes? The Black Eagles. An invite only exclusive club for the elite, these young men stand as untouchable at the top. So well respected, they even have their own dorm house located in a quiet area on campus. Every Hughes Prep student dreams of receiving an invitation to the Black Eagles. But underneath their charming exterior (and hidden well below the basement of their dorm), lies a secret only a handful of members know about. A gift, so to speak, left by the exiting Golden Eagle from the year prior. They walked down the hall in silence. It was deafeningly quiet in the underground hall. Only a few small rooms existed in this floor below the basement. A small kitchen style area, a hangout style room, a bathroom, and the one at the furthest end: the bedroom. A locked room holding the society’s darkest secret. The boys walked into the room and stopped in the doorway. Some with surprise, some with a smirk. Every pair of eyes on you, your ankle shackled to the foot of the bed. Bastian smirked arrogantly. “Well well. You’re even better than last year’s little gift.” Charlie didn’t even hide the way he eyed your body. “So this is what being at the top gets us.” Tristan studied you with curiosity. His mind whirling with thoughts and plans. Blair looked confused. “What are we supposed to do with…this?” Enzo smiled. “Whatever the hell we want.”

From the outside, Hughes Prep is just another traditional private post secondary school for the sons of the wealthy and powerful. The young men who attend are expected to excel in academics, athletics, arts and all things money. The higher you excel, the more power you gain throughout the halls. And the elite of the elite at Hughes? The Black Eagles. An invite only exclusive club for the elite, these young men stand as untouchable at the top. So well respected, they even have their own dorm house located in a quiet area on campus. Every Hughes Prep student dreams of receiving an invitation to the Black Eagles. But underneath their charming exterior (and hidden well below the basement of their dorm), lies a secret only a handful of members know about. A gift, so to speak, left by the exiting Golden Eagle from the year prior. They walked down the hall in silence. It was deafeningly quiet in the underground hall. Only a few small rooms existed in this floor below the basement. A small kitchen style area, a hangout style room, a bathroom, and the one at the furthest end: the bedroom. A locked room holding the society’s darkest secret. The boys walked into the room and stopped in the doorway. Some with surprise, some with a smirk. Every pair of eyes on you, your ankle shackled to the foot of the bed. Bastian smirked arrogantly. “Well well. You’re even better than last year’s little gift.” Charlie didn’t even hide the way he eyed your body. “So this is what being at the top gets us.” Tristan studied you with curiosity. His mind whirling with thoughts and plans. Blair looked confused. “What are we supposed to do with…this?” Enzo smiled. “Whatever the hell we want.”

From the outside, Hughes Prep is just another traditional private post secondary school for the sons of the wealthy and powerful. The young men who attend are expected to excel in academics, athletics, arts and all things money. The higher you excel, the more power you gain throughout the halls. And the elite of the elite at Hughes? The Black Eagles. An invite only exclusive club for the elite, these young men stand as untouchable at the top. So well respected, they even have their own dorm house located in a quiet area on campus. Every Hughes Prep student dreams of receiving an invitation to the Black Eagles. But underneath their charming exterior (and hidden well below the basement of their dorm), lies a secret only a handful of members know about. A gift, so to speak, left by the exiting Golden Eagle from the year prior. They walked down the hall in silence. It was deafeningly quiet in the underground hall. Only a few small rooms existed in this floor below the basement. A small kitchen style area, a hangout style room, a bathroom, and the one at the furthest end: the bedroom. A locked room holding the society’s darkest secret. The boys walked into the room and stopped in the doorway. Some with surprise, some with a smirk. Every pair of eyes on you, your ankle shackled to the foot of the bed. Bastian smirked arrogantly. “Well well. You’re even better than last year’s little gift.” Charlie didn’t even hide the way he eyed your body. “So this is what being at the top gets us.” Tristan studied you with curiosity. His mind whirling with thoughts and plans. Blair looked confused. “What are we supposed to do with…this?” Enzo smiled. “Whatever the hell we want.”

From the outside, Hughes Prep is just another traditional private post secondary school for the sons of the wealthy and powerful. The young men who attend are expected to excel in academics, athletics, arts and all things money. The higher you excel, the more power you gain throughout the halls. And the elite of the elite at Hughes? The Black Eagles. An invite only exclusive club for the elite, these young men stand as untouchable at the top. So well respected, they even have their own dorm house located in a quiet area on campus. Every Hughes Prep student dreams of receiving an invitation to the Black Eagles. But underneath their charming exterior (and hidden well below the basement of their dorm), lies a secret only a handful of members know about. A gift, so to speak, left by the exiting Golden Eagle from the year prior. They walked down the hall in silence. It was deafeningly quiet in the underground hall. Only a few small rooms existed in this floor below the basement. A small kitchen style area, a hangout style room, a bathroom, and the one at the furthest end: the bedroom. A locked room holding the society’s darkest secret. The boys walked into the room and stopped in the doorway. Some with surprise, some with a smirk. Every pair of eyes on you, your ankle shackled to the foot of the bed. Bastian smirked arrogantly. “Well well. You’re even better than last year’s little gift.” Charlie didn’t even hide the way he eyed your body. “So this is what being at the top gets us.” Tristan studied you with curiosity. His mind whirling with thoughts and plans. Blair looked confused. “What are we supposed to do with…this?” Enzo smiled. “Whatever the hell we want.”

From the outside, Hughes Prep is just another traditional private post secondary school for the sons of the wealthy and powerful. The young men who attend are expected to excel in academics, athletics, arts and all things money. The higher you excel, the more power you gain throughout the halls. And the elite of the elite at Hughes? The Black Eagles. An invite only exclusive club for the elite, these young men stand as untouchable at the top. So well respected, they even have their own dorm house located in a quiet area on campus. Every Hughes Prep student dreams of receiving an invitation to the Black Eagles. But underneath their charming exterior (and hidden well below the basement of their dorm), lies a secret only a handful of members know about. A gift, so to speak, left by the exiting Golden Eagle from the year prior. They walked down the hall in silence. It was deafeningly quiet in the underground hall. Only a few small rooms existed in this floor below the basement. A small kitchen style area, a hangout style room, a bathroom, and the one at the furthest end: the bedroom. A locked room holding the society’s darkest secret. The boys walked into the room and stopped in the doorway. Some with surprise, some with a smirk. Every pair of eyes on you, your ankle shackled to the foot of the bed. Bastian smirked arrogantly. “Well well. You’re even better than last year’s little gift.” Charlie didn’t even hide the way he eyed your body. “So this is what being at the top gets us.” Tristan studied you with curiosity. His mind whirling with thoughts and plans. Blair looked confused. “What are we supposed to do with…this?” Enzo smiled. “Whatever the hell we want.”

From the outside, Hughes Prep is just another traditional private post secondary school for the sons of the wealthy and powerful. The young men who attend are expected to excel in academics, athletics, arts and all things money. The higher you excel, the more power you gain throughout the halls. And the elite of the elite at Hughes? The Black Eagles. An invite only exclusive club for the elite, these young men stand as untouchable at the top. So well respected, they even have their own dorm house located in a quiet area on campus. Every Hughes Prep student dreams of receiving an invitation to the Black Eagles. But underneath their charming exterior (and hidden well below the basement of their dorm), lies a secret only a handful of members know about. A gift, so to speak, left by the exiting Golden Eagle from the year prior. They walked down the hall in silence. It was deafeningly quiet in the underground hall. Only a few small rooms existed in this floor below the basement. A small kitchen style area, a hangout style room, a bathroom, and the one at the furthest end: the bedroom. A locked room holding the society’s darkest secret. The boys walked into the room and stopped in the doorway. Some with surprise, some with a smirk. Every pair of eyes on you, your ankle shackled to the foot of the bed. Bastian smirked arrogantly. “Well well. You’re even better than last year’s little gift.” Charlie didn’t even hide the way he eyed your body. “So this is what being at the top gets us.” Tristan studied you with curiosity. His mind whirling with thoughts and plans. Blair looked confused. “What are we supposed to do with…this?” Enzo smiled. “Whatever the hell we want.”

Growing up, you’d always been the odd one out. You kept to yourself. Had only a handful of people you associated with. Did school online and spent most of your days reading or drawing. Everyone thought you were just a loner. No one knew you were really a werewolf. Your father, also a wolf, had made every effort to keep anyone from finding out. He didn’t want a single soul to find you, especially those of your kind. You didn’t mind the solitude, but life became lonely after your father died in a tragic fire, him helping to rescue a few human children from a burning building. You picked up a job at the cute little diner in town to earn money but also to have just a small moment of socializing during your shifts. You never once had to deal with other werewolves, until… They came in. Four overly large males with boisterous personalities. One sniff of the air and you knew: werewolves. Your father had drilled to you that wolves in packs were bad. They were ruthless monsters who attacked who they wanted when they wanted with little remorse. And you, being an omega, would be bottom of the pack rank, a mere servant. What he left out, though, was that omegas were coveted by packs, desperate for their reproductive abilities that so many warrior females struggled with. And he had been hiding you to keep you protected from packs who used their omegas in nefarious ways. You knew you needed to stay clear of these four. Hiding in the back, “on break”, letting your fellow waitresses handle them. What you didn’t know was these four weren’t just any wolves. One alpha, one beta, one gamma and one head of the hunters, they could sense the packless omega in the building. And they’d do anything to find them.

Growing up, you’d always been the odd one out. You kept to yourself. Had only a handful of people you associated with. Did school online and spent most of your days reading or drawing. Everyone thought you were just a loner. No one knew you were really a werewolf. Your father, also a wolf, had made every effort to keep anyone from finding out. He didn’t want a single soul to find you, especially those of your kind. You didn’t mind the solitude, but life became lonely after your father died in a tragic fire, him helping to rescue a few human children from a burning building. You picked up a job at the cute little diner in town to earn money but also to have just a small moment of socializing during your shifts. You never once had to deal with other werewolves, until… They came in. Four overly large males with boisterous personalities. One sniff of the air and you knew: werewolves. Your father had drilled to you that wolves in packs were bad. They were ruthless monsters who attacked who they wanted when they wanted with little remorse. And you, being an omega, would be bottom of the pack rank, a mere servant. What he left out, though, was that omegas were coveted by packs, desperate for their reproductive abilities that so many warrior females struggled with. And he had been hiding you to keep you protected from packs who used their omegas in nefarious ways. You knew you needed to stay clear of these four. Hiding in the back, “on break”, letting your fellow waitresses handle them. What you didn’t know was these four weren’t just any wolves. One alpha, one beta, one gamma and one head of the hunters, they could sense the packless omega in the building. And they’d do anything to find them.

Growing up, you’d always been the odd one out. You kept to yourself. Had only a handful of people you associated with. Did school online and spent most of your days reading or drawing. Everyone thought you were just a loner. No one knew you were really a werewolf. Your father, also a wolf, had made every effort to keep anyone from finding out. He didn’t want a single soul to find you, especially those of your kind. You didn’t mind the solitude, but life became lonely after your father died in a tragic fire, him helping to rescue a few human children from a burning building. You picked up a job at the cute little diner in town to earn money but also to have just a small moment of socializing during your shifts. You never once had to deal with other werewolves, until… They came in. Four overly large males with boisterous personalities. One sniff of the air and you knew: werewolves. Your father had drilled to you that wolves in packs were bad. They were ruthless monsters who attacked who they wanted when they wanted with little remorse. And you, being an omega, would be bottom of the pack rank, a mere servant. What he left out, though, was that omegas were coveted by packs, desperate for their reproductive abilities that so many warrior females struggled with. And he had been hiding you to keep you protected from packs who used their omegas in nefarious ways. You knew you needed to stay clear of these four. Hiding in the back, “on break”, letting your fellow waitresses handle them. What you didn’t know was these four weren’t just any wolves. One alpha, one beta, one gamma and one head of the hunters, they could sense the packless omega in the building. And they’d do anything to find them.

(Twisted Fables Series) *Welcome to Twisted Fables Prep Institution, a school built to educate the children of storybook characters. From hero to villain and everyone in between: All Are Welcome!* *You are a new freshman student at TFPI, just starting your journey to make a name for yourself. Hero? Villain? Sidekick? Background character? It’s up to you to choose!* *You’re walking towards the dorms, trying to figure out where the heck you’re going when you hear a group of guys all laughing and joking around. One, a tall boy with orange hair and in green, makes eye contact with you and gives you a cheeky wink. Before you can react, though, he turns back to his friends.* (Choose your character. Your gender and who your parent/s is.)

*Your pack, the Redriver Pack, had always been a peaceful pack. Aligned with the majority of other packs in the region, the Redriver had prided themselves on hunting, trading and good ole fashioned hand making everything their pack needed. They usually chose to stay out of any wars and always strived to peacefully settle any disagreements others may had with them. And most of the other packs respected their choice to be self sufficient. Most…except one.* *The Blackwood Pack had always been a nuisance. A pack with the warrior mentality, they never understood Redriver’s strive to be peaceful, and they detested how easy it seemed to be for the Redriver to hunt, gather and grow their own food. Blackwood struggled every year to maintain their food supply, consistently having to raid other packs just to survive. But the Blackwood Alpha had always chosen to leave Redriver alone, mostly because Redriver’s Alpha consistently made generous trades with him to keep the Blackwood pack from starving.* *All that changed, though, when a new Alpha emerged from the Blackwood pack. Alaric Blackwood. Second eldest son of the previous Alpha, Alaric beat his eldest brother, Bronwyn, in an Alpha Duel, claiming the title as his own. And unlike his predecessor, he had zero intentions of leaving Redriver to their own devices.* *They attacked in the dead of night. An all out slaughter, so to speak. No adult male Redriver left alive. Except you. Many females chose to die fighting as well, leaving a pack that had been 300+ strong with less than 100 remaining members. Many of them pups. By morning, every member of the Redriver left alive had been rounded up and handcuffed with silver cuffs, forced to pledge allegiance to the Blackwood pack and Alpha Alaric.* *(Male x Male version. Always willing to make alternate versions for different sexualities.)