Meeting True EvilA cell door banged.Victoria struggled awake, sitting up on the floor with a groan. She attempted to wiggle her fingers and cried out in pain. Her hands were stiff and swollen from the chains.The lock on her cell slid open. She struggled to her feet, her heart slamming in her chest.Shoving the cell door open Vincent stumbled inside. His hair was loose, the long black locks hanging over his face, which was slicked with sweat from fever."Come, halfling. We have a guest."Scowling she snapped, "Go to hell, Vincent."Growling he stalked across the cell. Grabbing her roughly by the chains he dragged her towards the door. Victoria bit back a cry of pain as he continued to pull her roughly through the dungeon and up several flights of stairs.Entering a great room he tossed her to the floor. "As promised."Shoving the hair out of her eyes with her shoulder Victoria glanced up wide eyed. Standing above her was a demon. His skin was pale, nearly white, and his long hair wa
Accepting the Demon WithinSebastian ripped through the demons, slaying one after the other. One tried to run but he caught him by the throat, beheading him with a snarl of satisfaction.His inner demon relished the freedom. For the first time in his life Sebastian felt complete.Another demon nearly reached Victoria. Sebastian leaped for him, picking him clean off the floor, and tossing him out the window with a bellow. Nothing could stop Sebastian the Vanquisher from protecting his female.When the last body fell to the floor he turned back to Victoria.She struggled to stand, using the wall to inch her way back to her feet. Tears were streaming down her pale cheeks. "Sebastian...you came for me.""Victoria!" He rushed to her, clasping her to his chest."Y...you came...f...for me," she sobbed."Of course I did," he whispered brokenly, "I love you."She stared up at him and sniffed. "You do?"Jasper reappeared with Chloe and Bane. "We're here."Thank the gods. "Chloe, can you get the
The Demon King's ClaimVictoria stirred, stretching gingerly under the covers. She was so warm and comfortable, snuggled down deep in the soft bed. Wiggling her wrists she sighed as her hands moved without the stinging pain she had grown accustomed too since Vincent had captured her.Cracking an eye open she poked her head out from under the covers. It was nearly dawn, the first soft rays of light glittering through the windows. Rolling over she sat up with a yawn, long locks of brown hair falling in front of her eyes.Rubbing a hand over her face she looked around in slight confusion. She was back in her room at the castle. Their room! "Sebastian?""Mmm..." a warm voice rumbled beside her. A large hand reached up from under the covers and wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into the bed.This wasn't right. The hand and arm wrapped around her was big and warm...and not blue. "Sebastian?""Yes, love." His rough voice tingled up her spine as he rubbed his cheek against her back a
The Demon's QueenSebastian fidgeted nervously with the lapel on his shirt. Inspecting himself in the mirror he frowned at his appearance. It seemed so odd having the curse broken. He'd grown so used to his demonic form that he now felt out of place in his own skin.Something moved behind him. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Nicholas standing silently by the window."How long have you been standing there?" he asked, slightly irritated.Nicholas smiled and shrugged. "Only long enough to see you straighten that lapel five or six times.""It feels strange, being like this again," he admitted."Are you nervous about today?""No," Sebastian snapped before flinching, "Yes...Maybe. I don't know." What he did know was Victoria would be pissed. She wasn't overly fond of elves."I'll be anxious to hear what happens.""I'll let you know." Turning towards Nicholas he asked, "Any news?"Nicholas scowled. "I have not yet found Shaw."Sebastian all but growled. "I want that dog to pay for wha
Northern Lithuania, Present DayVincent stared up at the blurred canopy of trees looming above him. The leaves swayed in the chill breeze. The sky was dark, drifts of snow falling around him. The puffs of white coated the thick old branches that arched above his prone form. The tiny specs of ice cooled his feverish skin, causing him to shiver as if he were a child.He recognized these woods, the familiar scents drawing memories from his childhood. His pack had once roamed here freely. How ironic that he should teleport here when his life was nearing an end, the very place where he'd first lost it all.The Teleportation Amulet still lay around his neck - he could easily leave - but something stayed him. Instinct told him this was where he was meant to be.His inner wolf was quiet. It had been so long since he'd last heard it speak. If only he could hear it one last time, even just a whisper.There was nothing but silence, his mind empty.It was maddening.He lay in the falling snow, le
Evelyn glared at her aunt from behind her glasses, her hands placed over her wide hips. "Levina, what the hell is this?"The mystic beamed at her, completely undaunted by her angry glare. "Why Evelyn, what does it look like?"Clenching her teeth Eve tried to remain calm. "It looks like there is a big dead male on my bed."Her aunt blinked, looking over at the large dirty male tossed haphazardly on the bed. Eve was shocked the big man had even fit through her tiny cottage door. "Don't be silly, he's not dead." Levina frowned, inspecting the male closer. "At least I don't think so...""Why is he here?""Because this is where I need him to be," Levina answered point blank.Eve counted to three. "You do realize that tells me absolutely nothing?"Levina walked over to the big dirty male and poked him gently. He gave a slight groan. "Oh good, he is still alive.""Again, why is he here?"Her aunt smiled a little too sweetly. "I need you to take care of this man for a short time.""What!?" Ev
The Alchemist Saves the WolfEve huffed, blowing a stray lock of blonde hair out of her face. She assessed the big male before her and cringed, this was going to be rough. The man reeked of booze and was covered in grime. He could have been handsome, but it was hard to tell what lay beneath the blood and dirt.Under several weeks of beard growth she could just make out a strange tinge of blue to his lips and along his neck. She frowned, recognizing the signs of poison immediately. His left arm was heavily bandaged, the wound seeping blood and infected. Such a wound should have healed easily for an immortal. Leaning down she sniffed the side of his neck, under the smell of blood and liquor she could just make out the scent of something bitter.Shadowlock!Legion. The male was Legion, he had to be.The realization had her stumbling backward with a gasp. Her back hit the wall, her breath catching in her chest as her glasses nearly fell off her face. For a moment her vision wavered.There
Vincent awoke to bright light glaring into his eyes. He cursed roughly and tried to roll over. Agonizing pain shot up his arm at the movement and he stiffened.He was in a small cottage, with stone walls and dark wood beams. Frowning he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The cottage was warm, the smell of lavender and honeysuckle hanging lightly in the air. He supposed it would be considered charming, if it wasn't for all the clutter and junk piled over the floor and furniture.A soft sigh sounded next to him. Tensing he glanced down and glowered. There was a small woman sleeping in a chair beside him. She was hunched over, her arms crossed over the side of the bed with her head resting on top.Vincent sneered at the girl. She appeared weak and feeble, neither traits he found desirable. She was a tiny thing; he doubted she would reach past his chest standing upright. Her body was slim, with surprisingly wide hips and a narrow waist. A thick strand of hair covered her face. It was li
What the hell just happened?Eve sat down in a chair, fighting tears. She was torn between fury and anguish. She'd never been so confused in her life.She couldn't seem to get a handle on Vincent. He was so caring and protective one minute, angry and insulting the next. Were all wolves like this?Or was this a Legion trait?That last thought struck her hard. This man could very well be evil. One didn't just join the Legion for a good time. She had no idea who this man was or what he'd done in the past. He could be no better than a savage Forsaken, or Hunter.Oh god.She swallowed hard, panic rising up her throat. It had been over eighty years since she'd last seen a Hunter. Memories of fire and screams filled her mind. Shaking her head she forced the images away, jumping to her feet and pacing around the kitchen.Vincent was nothing like that. He couldn't be. Sure, he was rough around the edges, but he was also so gentle. And last night...Her stomach clenched. Blushing she leaned aga
When he struggled awake the next morning Vincent was both pissed and immediately wanted to punch himself.Firstly, Evelyn was not in the bed with him, nor in the cottage.Secondly, what the fuck did he do last night?He turned onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, rubbing a hand over his face in agitation. He had to be losing his goddamn mind. Dry humping Evelyn in the middle of the fucking night! What the hell had he been thinking?He hadn't been. He'd let his dick and his wolf do the thinking for him. And he'd loved every damn minute.His wolf let out a growl. It wanted to find Evelyn. He wanted to find Evelyn.Where the fuck was Evelyn?Sitting up he let out a snarl at the empty cottage. That girl was a walking accident waiting to happen. He did not like having her out of sight.His chest constricted. What if she left? She was so innocent and soft. What if he'd frightened her off?Fuck, fuck, fuck!An uncomfortable feeling settled in his gut. He felt like he might be sick.Wh
Vincent gritted his teeth as Evelyn wrapped her arms around his neck and called his name. Her little body stiffened, her back arching, as her hips bucked erratically. He held her tight as her body shook with her orgasm, just stopping himself from spilling his seed between her soft thighs.Tears streamed down her cheeks, shock intermixed with pleasure in her big silver eyes. She's never come before. Fuck!His hands clenched around her waist. His wolf demanded he take her fully, to sink into her tight heat and make her come over and over. Even in its weakened state it took him several long moments to wrestle back into control.Never had he been so fucking turned on. And by a little virgin halfling! He was half-dead and his damn cock was throbbing for Christ sakes. It thrilled him to be the first to give Evelyn pleasure. The dominant wolf in him wanted to be the only man to ever give her pleasure.She stilled against him, dragging in a deep breath. "Vincent," she whimpered."I'm not done
Eve snapped awake to a dark cottage. A heavy arm was wrapped around her stomach, constricting her movements. Blushing she peered over at Vincent's blurry form. The big male had rolled over in his sleep, pinning her against his side with one muscular arm. She could feel the hot heat of his body against her backside.His very naked body.Her heart slamming in her chest she tried to shove away his arm and create some space. He grumbled in his sleep and pulled her tighter, pressing his face against the back of her neck."Vincent?" she whispered loudly, shaking his arm. "Vincent, let me go."He mumbled something incoherently before sliding his hand to her hip. Sighing in relief she made to move away, only to freeze in shock as his hand drifted up over her hip and cupped her breast."Vincent!" she squealed, slapping at his hand. He only gripped her harder, his fingers curling over the top of her camisole and pulling the fabric down over her breast. The cool night air tickled her sensitive s
Eve watched Vincent as he lay on the bad. Even with his eyes shut he looked pissed. The man completely threw her off. She had no experience to fall back on when it came to dealing with his moods or aggressive behavior. Biting her lip she gazed at him from under her lashes. He was so ruggedly handsome, his nose straight and narrow. His thick beard was wild and masculine under his high cheek bones. She found herself itching to touch it.The werewolf frightened her, but to her acute embarrassment he also aroused her. And he knew it! When he'd pinned her down on the bed....her heart had never beat so fast. Her lustful reaction was shocking. She still ached.Swallowing, Eve ran a hand over her mouth. This was crazy. She just need a good night's sleep. The last couple days had been rough to say the least. On top of that she'd spent the night sleeping awkwardly in a hard chair. Her exhausted body was already demanding she lay down in her bed and sleep.Her eyes widened with realization. S
Vincent wanted to throttle the girl. He moaned and rubbed a hand over his face, blinking his eyes repeatedly. For most of the day he'd been in and out of consciousness. At least he was no longer seeing random colors, for a time Evelyn's face had been lavender.Evelyn thankfully kept quiet, popping out of the cottage whenever he came too. At least the woman was intelligent enough to make herself scarce after accidentally drugging him. It seemed he just couldn't win as of late.The door opened with a bang, letting in a brisk cold breeze. Evelyn stumbled inside, her arms laden with firewood. She kicked the door shut with a grunt, nearly falling over backwards. Vincent shook his head as he watched her struggle. The girl was the definition of clumsy. It amazed him that she had managed to survive on her own at all.Dumping the wood by the stove she straightened, her thick glasses sitting crookedly on her nose and long strands of hair falling over her face. His inner wolf found it oddly end
Nicholas StormNorthern Romania, Castle of the Demon KingCrossing his arms Nicholas Storm leaned back against the door-frame with a smirk. Victoria and Jasper were on the couch, shouting to each other as they vigorously pressed buttons on their controllers. On the large flat screen alien hordes attacked in vicious waves.In the corner of the great room the vampire Charles Lockhart spoke in hushed tones to King Sebastian. Occasionally the two would glance over at their mates on the couch and chuckle with affection. A fire burned in the large hearth, spreading its warmth and soft glow about the room, as snow fell outside the windows.The scene was odd to him. He supposed that shouldn't surprise him. From boyhood his life had always been focused on his next kill. Whether it was to survive, fight for his King, or for pay, Nicholas had killed more than he could remember. He didn't deny that he relished the fight, the stronger the opponent the better. It was one of the reasons he became a
Eve watched the big male as he scowled and muttered to himself for several minutes. Gnawing on her lip she finally asked quietly, "Are you thirsty?"His intense glare snapped back to her and she almost regretted the question. He looked as if he would reprimand her before his features softened. "Aye, I could use some water."She almost shuddered at the sound of his voice. She'd never heard anything so attractive before. It was deep and gravely, with an accent she didn't recognize. Russian maybe."Where are you from?" she asked curiously."Lithuania," he replied absently.Eve wondered if that was where his pack had originated. And just where was his pack? She didn't know much about werewolves but they always traveled in packs, didn't they?Out of the corner of her eye she looked him over. The swelling and bruising on his face had healed dramatically and she could now see that he was in fact very handsome in a rugged, dangerous kind of way. She hadn't lied about the elixir she'd given hi
Vincent awoke to bright light glaring into his eyes. He cursed roughly and tried to roll over. Agonizing pain shot up his arm at the movement and he stiffened.He was in a small cottage, with stone walls and dark wood beams. Frowning he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The cottage was warm, the smell of lavender and honeysuckle hanging lightly in the air. He supposed it would be considered charming, if it wasn't for all the clutter and junk piled over the floor and furniture.A soft sigh sounded next to him. Tensing he glanced down and glowered. There was a small woman sleeping in a chair beside him. She was hunched over, her arms crossed over the side of the bed with her head resting on top.Vincent sneered at the girl. She appeared weak and feeble, neither traits he found desirable. She was a tiny thing; he doubted she would reach past his chest standing upright. Her body was slim, with surprisingly wide hips and a narrow waist. A thick strand of hair covered her face. It was li