How Does Little Salve End?

~read the rewrite ‘Celestial Bodies: of Runts and Lycans’ up on my profile~ Xavier sighed and tried to move in front of me without scaring me into backing away from him. "It's okay little one," he said as came closer to me. I felt so tiny in his presence, especially in wolf form. He knelt down and tried to move closer but I whimpered and backed up more into the tree. He sighed again before trying again and I tired to put all my fears away as he once again reached out his hand. I put my head down, hoping that if I couldn't see him, I wouldn't be scared. As I felt his hand on my back and felt tingles explode, I jumped but then relaxed as I got used to it. I calmed down more as he picked up my small frame and held me close before whispering into my ear, "What has happened to you little one?" *~*~*~* Celeste has always been running. When she was little a group of rouges killed most of her pack and the remaining wolves ran, including her. Over the years they have slowly split off until it is only her and her mother running. When the rouges once again find them her mother spared her own life to keep her beloved runt safe. She ran, but eventually she could no longer run for her tiny body hadn't had the energy. Now she has been found by a new pack, The Paramount pack, and she is surprised when she finds her mate. Because how can she, an innocent little runt, have a mate such as Xavier, one of the strongest alphas in the country?

We all know about the year 2996, when the vampires were in charge but what happened before that? How did the vampire end up taking charge of the whole world? The year was 2886, and the vampires are taking over the whole world, but what about the humans who refused to obey? This is the origin of Dom and Littles Academy story, the humans have ruled for a long, but it's now time for them to step down, to be controlled and ruled. They are submissives, all of them, but what type of submissive are they? A little? A slave? A regular submissive? Or maybe a pet? Humans are getting classified, changed, and ruled, it's time for the submissives to take their position in the bottom. Warning this story contains little, ddlg, ddlb, violence, and fluff. Apologies for any misspelling or grammar mistakes.

I was slowly dying from Silverthorn Wolfsbane, and there was only one cure—the Miracle Elixir. But my mate, Leo Ashford, bought it and gave it to my adoptive sister, Jane Smith. He did it because he thought I was faking my illness. I gave up on the treatment and swallowed a potent painkiller instead. It would kill me in three days by shutting down my organs. In those three days, I gave up everything. I handed over the fur manufacturing business I built from the ground up to Jane, and my parents praised me for caring about my sister. I offered to sever our mate bond, and Leo praised me for finally being sensible. When I told my son he could call Jane "mommy", he happily said that his new mommy was the best! I transferred all my savings to Jane, and no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. They were just pleased with my "better behavior". "Viola is finally not so bad." I wondered—would they regret it after I was gone?

"T-The voices, Alpha. The v-voices instructed me to do it," she responded. I could sense the bewilderment etched on his face and those around us without needing to see it. What on earth is she saying? "What do you mean, what voices?" he pressed her. "T-The tiny voices, Alpha. They won't stop urging me to k-kill Saint," she said before collapsing forward, slipping into unconsciousness. *********** Alpha Jackson lost his mate once and now raises his six-year-old son while leading the New Moon Pack. He never planned to love again, until fate gives him another mate. Saint leaves his old pack to escape being the weak omega and become a warrior. Finding his fated mate should be a blessing. Instead, it brings danger. After Saint arrives, rogue attacks stop, but a child’s voice begins whispering in pack members’ minds, urging them to kill the Alpha’s mate. As wolves turn on Saint, suspicion flies around. With a traitor, dark magic, and war closing in, Jackson must uncover the truth before he loses Saint too. But what if the sweetest voice is the deadliest lie?

Her Saviors/Her Doms follows the transformative journey of a young woman who finds her place, purpose, and home within an unconventional, loving triad with two men—Sir and Daddy. What begins as an unexpected connection quickly deepens into a relationship built on profound trust, open communication, and structured devotion. Navigating the dynamics of care exchange, obedience, and mutual support, the trio creates a safe harbor where emotional healing and passion go hand in hand. Across thirty chapters, their bond is tested and strengthened by life’s major milestones and hurdles.

After five years of marrying into the Loween City in place of my sister, the Gambling King finally passed away. My son and my ex-husband—at long last—gave me permission to fake my death and return to them. But they laid down three conditions. First: kneel before Vivian Gray, apologize for framing her all those years ago, and surrender my place as Mrs. Hartwell. Second: work as a live-in maid for my own son for five years, and never show up at his school in my former identity as the reigning queen of the nightlife scene—lest I embarrass him. Third: drink an abortifacient to destroy my fertility forever, as recompense for the infertility I once caused Vivian. "My lady, you've endured five whole years just to earn your freedom—how dare they humiliate you like this?" My maid's eyes were red, burning with indignation on my behalf. But I just tipped my head back and swallowed the death-faking pill, letting the servants toss my "corpse" into the overgrown brambles beyond the city limits. Then, from the mud and weeds, I crawled back to the Hartwell mansion—one knee at a time. Day one, I knelt as ordered and signed over custody of my son without a fight. Day three, I locked myself in the storage closet and stopped showing up at school to pick my son up like I used to. I also stopped pestering him to call me "Mom." Even when Vivian—knowing full well I'm terrified of the dark—deliberately trapped me in the basement, I bore it in silence. By the time my ex-husband Nathan Hartwell saw me again, I was barely hanging on. For the first time, a flicker of panic crossed his face as he carried me out of that basement. But my son just sneered. "It's just another stunt to win our sympathy." When he caught the tears welling in Vivian's eyes, Nathan coldly dropped me to the ground. "Always scheming against Vivian with your dirty tricks—aren't you tired of it?" Right then, the system chimed in my ear: [Please proceed to the "disposable ex-wife death node" to complete the story line and return to your original world.] I let out a quiet laugh. "Not tired at all." And with that, I turned and dove straight into the swimming pool beside me.