The shifters thrived on power and control, and I was a pawn in their game—an expendable asset they would use and discard without a second thought. It was clear that any attempts at negotiation would be futile, and I wouldn’t fall into that trap. I had no choice but to brace myself for conflict, to accept that I would need to make an enemy out of the very beings who had taken me captive.But there was a silver lining to this grim scenario. Jason had risked everything to venture into the heart of enemy territory for me, and I would honour that sacrifice. I owed him that much. In a world where loyalty was a rare commodity, I was grateful to have someone willing to fight alongside me, even if it was a vampire I had initially considered my adversary.With Patrick, Diane, and Paris absent, there was no issue of divided loyalty weighing on my conscience. They were my friends, my allies, and I knew they would have my back if they were here, but they weren’t. It was just Jason and me now, and
“So she spied for you in Luther’s ranks?” I asked.I’d learnt from the textbooks and the lectures that Luther was the shifters’ number one enemy. We shifters—before they cast me out—were about to go to war with that vampire and his army.“That’s not your concern,” Jason said, trying to dismiss me again.“It is my fucking concern,” I said. “I’m now involved in all the things you’re involved in. I won’t fly blind, vampire, not even for you.”He shot me an annoyed look, his eyes narrowing in that familiar way that told me I was pushing my luck. His lips pressed into a thin line, and he inhaled slowly, as if trying to hold back a tide of frustration.“This journey will be more difficult than expected,” he muttered, almost to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. It wasn’t meant for me, but I caught it nonetheless. The weight of his words felt heavier than they should have, like there was more beneath them—something that Jason wasn’t sharing, at least not yet.I wasn’t a fool. I had a
The strangest part was that I didn’t even have all my memories. So many pieces of my past were missing, lost in a fog I couldn’t penetrate, yet the rage still simmered. Even without knowing every detail, I knew enough. I knew I’d been wronged and betrayed, and the world deserved to pay for that.What would it feel like to give in completely, to stop pretending I was anything other than what I truly was? A destroyer. A bringer of death.The thought curled around my mind like smoke, intoxicating and poisonous. If I let it, I could burn everything to the ground. Maybe I was meant to.Maybe the dark song wasn’t something to fear. Maybe it was something to embrace.My hand slipped from Jason’s, my desire to terrorise all beings growing strong.“Ollivara! Stop thinking!” Jason warned menacingly.I turned to him, gazing at the broad sword in his other hand, my image reflected in the shiny blade. My left eye had turned pitch-black, and my right glowed red.“Come back to me, Ollivara,” he call
“I can stand on my own two feet today because I drank from the amazing handsome vampire,” I said, my words cutting through the tension, watching with glee as repulsion rippled across Oldy’s face. The disgust that twisted his features only made me smile wider. His tightly knit control frayed further, and I revelled in it. “Now do you know who he is, Oldy? He’s the fucking vampire king. He could crush you like a little bug between his thumb and forefinger.”I leaned in, my voice lowering to a dangerous whisper, eyes locked on his. “While everyone else let me rot, he came for me.”Oldy’s mouth tightened into a hard line, his jaw clenching as he processed my words, his gaze flicking nervously toward Jason. The weight of my declaration hung heavy in the air between us, and for the first time, the enforcer looked less like a soldier and more like a man caught between fear and duty.“So yeah, I’m going with this good hunk, my superman.” I finished with a grin that was more teeth than joy. Th
My eyes widened, heart racing as I processed the scene. Reinforcements. They’d come for us.Before I could react, Jason’s hand clamped around mine, his grip strong and unyielding. I barely had time to register the touch before I felt my feet lift off the ground again, dangling helplessly as he hoisted me into the air with that same supernatural ease that always made me feel like a doll in his hands. He was moving fast, and there was no mistaking the urgency in his actions. Jason was afraid of losing me—afraid that any moment of hesitation could mean the difference between escape and capture.A sudden rush of air signalled the vampire girl’s arrival. She shot down from the sky like an arrow, landing lightly near the tunnel entrance with a graceful thud that made my heart skip a beat. I hadn’t even noticed her approach until she was right there, just feet away from us. Her dark wings folded neatly behind her as she flashed me a playful grin, her eyes glinting with mischief. She bowed wi
Before I could deliver another round of fiery words, since I didn’t feel like I was done and I had more to say and too much rage, he half-dragged and half-carried me toward the stairs down to the tunnel.I shrugged him off and leapt forward. A vampire caught me easily inside the tunnel and settled me down on the ground. Jason alighted behind me, letting out a breath and holding me to him.The vampires at the entrance tossed a series of potion bombs toward the shifters, evoking coughs, curses, and bellows from their adversaries.“It’s the wolfbane potion,” Faerry explained, smiling at me. She’d also landed near me. “The dogs will be out for a while.”“Serves them right.” I grinned back. “The shifters didn’t even know there was a tunnel under their airtight compound. Burn and burn! Asshole will be so thrilled.”“The tunnel system has been a well-kept secret among my people,” Jason said, his voice low and grave as we moved through the dimly lit passage. The echo of our footsteps was the
“How’s your nap?” The vampire king asked a few hours later.“Not bad.” I yawned and looked at my surroundings, “I have questions for you,” I said.“Why am I not surprised?” he said drily. “What more can you possibly ask while we’re running?”“Technically, you’re the one who’s doing the running, and I let you carry me, so I need something to occupy my mind.”“Perhaps I should put you down and let you do the running?”“I don’t mind stretching my legs,” I said.Even I knew how weak my legs were now. The boost I’d got from the vampire’s blood had run dry. He hadn’t thought of letting me take another sip, and I’d never beg for food even when hunger pangs twisted my stomach.To my relief, he didn’t drop me as he’d threatened. He seemed to like having me close to him, with my
A moment later, I found myself perched on a fallen tree branch, lips parted, eyes wide as I stared up at the vampire standing over me with concern. He was enormous, and even sitting on the ground, he still seemed to tower over me.Oh gods, he was so breathtakingly handsome and lethal at the same time. The moonlight streamed through the trees, catching in his sapphire eyes—eyes so intense that they left me dazed. I fought the urge to reach out and touch his face, to run my fingers over his strong, chiseled features and trace the high curve of his cheekbones.His lips, sinful and enticing, were pressed tightly together as he waited for me to speak. But my mind refused to cooperate. It had gone completely blank as I absorbed the sight of him—his impossible, rugged beauty. My senses were overwhelmed, my nostrils flaring as I breathed in his powerful scent, my body instinctively relaxing in his presence. Slowly, the usual chaos that clouded my thoughts began to ebb away.Warmth radiated off
The chains of Wenally’s enchantment shattered around me, disintegrating into shimmering silver dust that scattered over the blood-soaked battlefield. My knees buckled, the weight of the carnage pressing down on me, but I caught myself, gripping Jason’s bloodied sword in one hand and a smaller dagger in the other. Each breath burned, but I forced myself to stand, trudging forward through the chaos.Death was everywhere. It hung in the air, thick and suffocating, mingling with the stench of blood and burnt flesh. Witches, wolves, beasts—too many lives had been lost. My chest tightened as I stepped over broken bodies, my eyes darting between fallen friends and foes alike.This wasn’t a battle. It was a massacre.The ground trembled beneath me.A shadow loomed overhead, blocking the faint sunlight. My heart stuttered as a monstrous two-headed beast swooped in, claws slashing with deadly precision. The creature was enormous, its twin heads snarling like rabid dogs, their glowing eyes locki
It felt like wading through a simmering pool of quicksand in the heart of a cyclone. Ignoring the frostbite biting at my fingers and the fire scorching my toes, I kept running—desperately—towards my shackled friends.“Patrick!” He yelled as I stopped before them, his voice trembling with urgency.Patrick, like all shifters, was massive. But up close, he dwarfed even Asshole’s wolf, who had seemed so imposing from a distance. Patrick’s wolf groaned low, a sound laden with pain and longing. His eyes lingered on Diane and Paris, silently pleading for me to save them first.“I’m here,” I assured him, my voice steady despite the storm raging in my chest. “I’ll heal you, okay?”Patrick’s wolf dipped its head in acknowledgment, blood splattering from his muzzle. My stomach churned. I turned my gaze to Diane and realized her fur wasn’t merely orange as I had thought earlier—it shimmered unnaturally.“Is Diane under Sue’s enchantment?”Patrick’s wolf nodded again, his anguish plain.Damn it. I
Gritting his teeth, Alpha Jehg tried to steady his vision, but it was already blurring. He stumbled, tripping over a twisted root protruding from the ground, and fell forward, his balance failing him. The ground felt cold and unforgiving against his palms, and he knew that even his survival instincts were faltering. Lifting his head, he saw his son’s wolf stalking closer, a twisted grin spread across its face. Slowly, the beast loomed over him, savoring the moment. With a disturbing swiftness, his son transformed back into his human form, naked and confident, his smirk gleaming with malice.Asshole’s knee came up sharply, smashing into the alpha’s face with brutal force. The world tilted, and before he could gather his senses, Asshole grabbed the alpha’s own sword, twisting it before stabbing it straight through his father’s back and heart. Blood spurted from the wound, splattering across his son’s face and chest. Alpha Jehg felt his strength ebbing, his limbs growing heavier as he tr
He could feel his son’s presence in the air, a dark energy lurking just beyond sight, an ominous aura that seemed to chill the very air around him. It was his scent—distinct, thick, and somehow altered, as if his son himself had changed into something beyond mortal understanding. The stench of dark magic clung to it, tainted and raw, setting Alpha Jegh's instincts on edge. Somewhere nearby, Asshole was watching, biding his time. Alpha Jegh’s heart pounded as he called out, his voice steady but laced with an unspoken challenge."My son! Show yourself!" His voice echoed through the woods, reaching into the mist, reverberating with an authority that could have stirred the dead. But the only response was silence, heavy and oppressive.Alpha Jegh summoned his power, casting a thick mist across the clearing in an attempt to shield the cottage from Asshole's view. The enchantment shimmered, tendrils of fog weaving between the trees like protective arms. For a moment, he thought it might work
The vision flickered for a moment, as if the connection was weakening, but it surged back, stronger now, pulling me deeper into their world. It wasn’t just a glimpse; it was a full-blown scene, unfolding before my very eyes. They were speaking to each other in low, hurried tones, their words barely audible, but I could feel the weight of their conversation. It was a secret—something they didn’t want anyone to hear, something they feared might get out. A shiver ran down my spine. I wanted to look away, to shut it all out, but I couldn’t. I was trapped in this vision, forced to witness their exchange, to understand the depths of their lies and their twisted plans.I felt a presence behind me then—a darker force, something ancient and terrifying, pulling at the edges of my consciousness. The vampire, my vampire, was still there, watching, waiting, his eyes filled with a quiet understanding, as if he too had seen this moment unfold before.I wanted to scream, to ask what it meant, but th
It was the kind of bond that blurred the line between necessity and danger—a volatile, inescapable symbiosis that would define us for eternity. We were entangled, codependent in ways both intoxicating and destructive, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Let the world gossip, let them judge; their opinions were dust compared to the way we fit together, imperfect and undeniable.The Vampire King was mine, and I was his Bride. His first, his only. We weren’t just bound by choice but by destiny, written into each other’s stories with strokes so ancient and primal that even the gods themselves would falter if they tried to sever us.A mythic resonance thrummed through my veins, a pulse that echoed the timeless power of our union. It lived in my blood, threaded through my marrow, singing the truth of what we had become. The mating ritual was complete, though no chronicler would dare capture its brutal, beautiful details. No one would write of the raw force of his dominance, the way our bod
I sank down his length, slowly at first before I slammed into its base. We both gasped at the impact. His shaft was so deep inside me I believed its tip had gotten into my womb.Grabbing his shoulders to anchor me, and with my feet planted on either side of his powerful thighs, I started to move up and down his long, hard length. It was fun. I picked up speed before I halted.I threw my head back and closed my eyes just to enjoy the fullness his rock-hard cock made me feel. It was so massive that it filled up every inch of space and stretched my walls deliciously. Without me needing to move and work hard, pleasure already swelled within me.Jason, however, didn’t understand the beauty of being still. He gripped my hips and lifted me up and down his length while he thrust up into me with savage force. And people called me a barbarian!I moaned and cried at the increasing pleasure. I opened my eyes to gaze at the vampire and signaled him to let me do the rest of the work. I then rode hi
His hand cupped my heavy breast, fondling it roughly. His tongue moved to lick my pussy, its wicked tip twirling around my folds, and his mouth closed around them and suckled so hard I cried out. He kept sucking me skillfully, and I grabbed the sheets to anchor myself.Oh gods. Just as I thought I wouldn’t last, his tongue brushed open my plump folds and thrust into my slit. My inner walls immediately clamped down on his tongue, making him growl.My tight passage burned like lava, and his tongue was like delicious ice driving inside. It twirled and thrust deeper, caressing my walls sweetly and dangerously. Pleasure rocked to my nerve endings, and my body trembled.When he thumbed my aching clit without care and his tongue fucked me harder and harder, I exploded unexpectedly. I raised my torso to grab his silky hair and watched him drink my juices greedily.Was this kind of foreplay leading up to dirty sex? I looked forward to more dirty stuff. He extracted his tongue. Before I could
“Do I look like a psychic to you?” I snapped, irritated by the assumption that I’d regret it. I was still a little pissed at his earlier smugness, but I refused to back down now. “I’m not a fortune teller. You want to fuck me? Then let’s do it. We can worry about regrets later.”He eyed me, his gaze now dark with interest and amusement, but there was something else there too—tenderness, maybe, though it was hidden behind the layers of his gruff exterior. “You’re jealous,” he observed, his voice softer now, almost teasing.“Not jealous,” I lied, though I could feel the twinge of it. “Just don’t expect me to let you off the hook that easily.”He sighed, his shoulders relaxing just a bit. “No one deserves a pass on what I did to you,” he admitted, his voice full of guilt and something else—regret, perhaps. “I don’t blame you for hating me. I’ve hated and loathed myself for ages.”I softened a little at his confession, though I still wasn’t ready to let him off the hook. For over a centur