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
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
Okay, I know I’m not supposed to feel like this—like I’m in heat or whatever—but I couldn’t help it. Jason Nollan. The vampire king. He was hot. Big, bold letters, H.O.T. Am I stupid for feeling this way? Probably. I sighed, shifting my weight against the cold stone wall, my wrists still bound in shackles. The smirk never quite left my lips. Even in a situation like this, I found something to defy. My eyes landed on the worn copy of Homer that had somehow ended up on the floor, a reminder that my mind still clung to some semblance of normalcy. I could almost hear the ancient words whispering from the pages, though they felt worlds away from where I was now. And there he was. The vampire king stalked toward me with a grace so predatory it was like he owned everything—the space, the air, even the very breath I struggled to inhale. I was frozen. My gaze fixed on him, unable to look away, even though I knew it was dangerous. His presence was like a dark cloud, suffocating and absolute.
The mere thought of teeth—sharp, deadly teeth—sent a rush of adrenaline through my veins. My fingers tingled, and all I could think was: Get out of this cell. Now.Yeah, if only my legs would cooperate.Instead, I was frozen, shackled to the wall, my body stiff as a board.Then his power hit me—an invisible wave that didn’t hurt, but wanted to connect. My skin buzzed with static, as if his presence was a live wire sparking against me. Every part of me recognized what I was facing: a predator. My hybrid instincts woke up, a primal hunger that overpowered my fear. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so alive—so electrified.I shook off the momentary weakness. Play it cool, Phia, I told myself. Don’t let him see how scared you are.“Took you long enough, Mr. Kind Sir,” I purred, my voice light, teasing. But inside, my heart raced. “I mean... King?” The last word slipped from my mouth awkwardly, a squeak I couldn't control. Great. Just great. I quickly smothered the urge to bolt for t
“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
His patience snapped.With a growl of frustration, the Vampire King cupped my cheeks with both hands, his grip bruising, forcing me to meet his gaze. The pressure was sharp and unbearable, making it impossible for me to take another swig from him. I growled in defiance, but my protest was swallowed by his unyielding strength. The fury in his eyes was scorching, and yet, beneath it, there was something darker—something that mirrored my own hunger.I glared up at him, my lips stained with his blood, my displeasure seething behind my narrowed eyes. The power surged through me, and for a moment, I considered fighting him, breaking free, and taking more—but the weight of his grip and the command in his gaze made me pause.As soon as he released my cheeks, he shoved me back, his muscles tense, as if barely containing his own urges. I stumbled, regaining my balance, but the shock had passed, and with it came a wave of shame that curled deep in my stomach. The high of the feeding ebbed away,
The fact gnawed at me, filling me with dread. My kind was rare, powerful, and unpredictable. I mean, since ancient times, I've been the first in this millennium. I heard a myth about hybrids—half vampire, half wolf—but it was just a myth from a very long time ago. There were people, creatures even, who would do unspeakable things to harness that power. But not him.No. I shook my head, trying to dispel the grotesque witches, forcing myself to focus. This vampire—this dangerous, vicious being standing before me—wouldn’t do that to me. He was lethal, no doubt about that, but he hadn’t betrayed me yet. I’d seen something in his eyes back when he found me, half-dead and surrounded by witches. They were about to slice me open like a lab rat, and he’d stormed in, unleashing hell and tearing them apart with raw, destructive power. His fury had been terrifying, but it hadn’t been directed at me. He’d saved me. He’d killed nearly all of them.I couldn’t forget that.“How did you get in?” I ask
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