“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
Okay, I know I'm not supposed to feel like I was in heat, but I couldn’t help it. Jason Nollan. The vampire king was hot. Big letter, super H.O.T.Am I stupid? Definitely.Anyway, call me Phia, or Phiagirl and I'm a shewolf, a hybrid who could wield magic, and here I was salivating over a vampire. Our natural enemy. How sick was that?I sighed and swallowed a lump as the vampire king with his dark scowl approached me with a predatory grace, as if he possessed not only my existence but also the very air I struggled to draw into my lungs.I leaned back against the cold, unforgiving wall, my wrists bound in shackles, yet a smirk lingered on my lips, a defiant spark in the face of danger as I looked at my ill-gotten copy of Homer laying on the floor and sighed as I gazed around the massive empty hallway.There he was. Imposing and powerful, and I couldn't get my eyes away from him. He was the vampire king. The most powerful of all nighters, and yes, I could sense him; I know he was there
The mere thought of teeth sent an instinctive rush of adrenaline through my body, setting my fingers tingling. Suddenly all I could think was, Get out of this cell NOW.Yeah, if I could.But my legs wouldn’t let me. I was just standing there. Shackled and frozen in place.When his power washed over me, not to hurt me but needing to connect, my skin buzzed with electricity. The hybrid predator inside me came alive, recognising its peer and its king. Every cell in me was infused with the thrill of the hunt, my hunger and misery forgotten.I sighed. Okay, I need to play nice; pretend that I’m not scared before I become his meal.“Took you long enough, Mr. kind sir,” I purred, the words slipping from my lips with a teasing edge, but in reality, I'm trembling. “I mean, King…?” I squeaked it out before the words caught in the back of my throat, and I quieted the urge to run screaming toward the exit even though there was no exit from this formidable place.He stepped over the dented iron do
“Sorry,” I murmured, sinking back down to the ground. “Just give me a moment, okay? I promise it was an accident. I—”Then, something dark and dangerous flickered in his eyes, a primal hunger lurking beneath the surface, accentuated by his long, thick lashes. The vampire parted his lips, revealing fangs that jutted out like Dracula’s in that old horror movie Diane and the girls had forced me to watch once.“Fuck,” I gasped, my eyes widening in shock.My heart raced, thundering in my ears as a surge of blind panic mixed with a dark rage coursed through my veins. I realised I had been utterly mistaken about his intentions; he wasn’t here to rescue me after all.Instead, he had come to drain me, to feast on my blood before my body began to decay in this cell. He wouldn’t let my lifeblood go to waste like that, not when it was so tempting.Was my blood really that irresistible that he would risk everything just to have a taste? I cursed my unfortunate luck when it came to men!I must have
I fought against the urge to lean closer, to breathe him in deeper, to taste the power coursing through his veins. I was a wolf, and wolves don’t prey on each other. But the struggle was becoming more difficult with each heartbeat as my body reacted to his presence in ways I couldn’t fully comprehend.“What are you waiting for?” Irritation dripped from his rich, cultured voice, each syllable a sharp jab. “Drink!”“Who do you think I am, vampire?” I hissed, fighting against the primal urge within me. I willed my fangs to retract, but they remained defiantly extended, a cruel reminder of my hunger, which was intensifying with every passing moment. My muscles cramped, a taut reminder of my desperate need.“A bit shy now?” he sneered, the amusement in his tone cutting deeper than any blade. “Considering how you used to be insatiable and drain everything in your path, this is quite the change.”I frowned at him, “Don’t pin all this shit on me like the others!”I struck a leg out toward him