I had a lot of fun on the drive over. I was sure I’d like Auðr’s music no matter the genre. And while his glam rock era was a little funny, cause come on, glam rock, it was still him. I found it fascinating that his vampiric ability to use his voice to control people also let him change his voice just enough to sound different for each band. If I didn’t know that each band’s singer was him, I’d never believe it based on audio alone.
Overall, it was just fun enjoying music with him. It felt so... Normal. And normal isn’t something I’ve ever really felt. Before moving to Portland, I was far from ‘normal’ among the kids I attended school with. I dyed my hair purple, wore weird clothes - their words, not mine - and just acted ‘weird.’ And don’t get me started on how the normies at my old school felt about me being nonbinary and never dressing in a way that was fully feminine or masculine. Then we moved here, and life got flipped upside down. Being a hybrid werewolf wasn’t ‘normal’ even to werewolves. At least Bloodmoon was more accepting of me being nonbinary, having purple hair, and my overall fashion choices. Yet, I still didn’t feel normal. I didn’t have the same drive to find my mate as the other kids. I hadn’t even thought about finding a mate till River found out Leo was theirs. Then I became the weird one in my family, which you’d think would be harder given who’s in my family. ‘You were never meant to be normal.’ Eclipse reminded me. ‘You may not want to think about it, but there is a prophecy about us and our mate. We were always meant to be different because the Goddess wanted us this way. We’re like this so we can be the catalyst for change at Steelcrest. With Auðr, we shall be the change in Steelcrest that André and Aleph Darren brought to Madonie.’ Eclipse went into a lecture. I half paid attention to my wolf’s words because we’d arrived at the hotel, and the butterflies in my stomach were moving at hummingbird speed, doing aerial feats that left me in knots. I was going to a hotel room with Auðr. I was going to have sex with Auðr. I was going to have sex in general. What if I’m bad at it? He probably already knows I’m an inexperienced virgin. While that, in part, offered me comfort that he shouldn’t hold me to some high standard, it made me feel like I couldn’t satisfy him as someone with experience could. I pushed the thoughts aside and leaned into Auðr as he walked me inside. I’d hoped he’d make a move in the elevator, but that family got on the same elevator and killed that idea. My heart beat faster with each step toward Auðr’s hotel room. At least my first time won’t be in a rental car parked on the side of the road. This hotel was nice, and I’m sure his room would be nice. And since it’s a hotel, I didn’t have to give a damn who hears us. It’s not as if things had escalated that far in my room at the house. Sure, it would’ve been payback for having to hear everyone else fucking, but I don’t want to deal with my whole family hearing my first time. My excitement about what was about to happen died when the smell of liquor hit my nose. I wrinkled my nose at the sight of the rest of the band sprawled around on the living room furniture with drunk humans hanging on them. I know Rhapsody is sort of with Léonel, but perched in a guy’s lap, licking his neck, didn’t give that vibe. Sure, she could just be feeding, but the dude’s hand was under her skirt. It wasn’t my business what any of them did with people. I only cared what she was doing because Léonel was important to my mate and Leo. I remained silent as Auðr sent his band and their groupies packing. At least that meant this room was truly supposed to be just his. It wasn’t like a multi-room suite or some shit. That was a relief, though not enough to counter that they all had a key to Auðr’s room. Auðr’s arm around me tightened as he took a deep breath and slowly let it out after the door closed. “I am truly sorry about them.” Auðr apologized. “They have this habit of thinking everything is communal, especially if one of us has a better room. I’ll speak with management about how freely they give out keycards. It’s not a good look for the hotel, even if it was to my bandmates.” “It’s… well, it’s not okay. But it’s not your fault.” I sighed. “And I doubt they thought you’d be coming back so soon, or at least with me.” “I don’t care their reasoning. My not being here is reason enough not to come into my room. I don’t care if my room has a better view or if they have shared suites. They easily could’ve entertained their meals in any of their suites instead of mine. Then they’d have more rooms for privacy if they wanted it.” Auðr sighed, pulling away from me to start cleaning up their mess in the living room. I frowned and started to help him. They’d trashed the space. I felt bad for the housekeeping. They’d have to try not only to get the wine out of the light gray carpet but also to get the... Wait, is that blood? I leaned closer to a red stain on the back of the light gray sofa to sniff. Yeah, that’s blood. The poor housekeeping staff. I mean, I’d feel bad later for any cleanup they’d be facing after Auðr and I have sex, but this wasn’t something we did. Plus, I’m sure hotels are accustomed to sexual fluids. I know I’m drawing the line at blood stains on the sofa. Maybe that makes me weird, but blood is a bitch to get out of stuff, and that’s a nice sofa. My mom would lose her shit if River, Austin, or I got blood on the furniture. “I hope your label is cool with the extra cleaning fees this mess will cost,” I said, tossing an empty bottle of Jim Bean into the bin. “Yeah. Albert will make sure it’s handled.” Auðr sighed, tossing some more bottles and broken cups in the trash. “They broke three of the four glasses they stock in the kitchen.” “Was this…” I gestured to the room. “Normal? Or was it a tantrum cause Daddy got a mate?” I asked. “Don’t call me daddy. It’s just… it’s creepy, Skittles.” Auðr shook his head. “Fine. I won’t call you that.” I rolled my eyes. He may not want to be called Daddy, but I sure don’t mind him calling me Skittles. I’ll have to find a nickname for him he likes. I just need to think about it a bit more. I’m sure I’ll find the perfect nickname for him eventually. “And this isn’t out of the ordinary for any of them, so who the fuck knows. Retiring is looking pretty nice right about now.” He said, rubbing a hand over his face. ‘If you want this to end with sex, change the subject.’ Eclipse said. “I have an idea.” I declared. Auðr arched his brow, silently waiting for me to continue. “No more talking about the band, your possible retirement, or my possible alpha role. We’re just two mates, finally alone in a hotel room. I bet you can think of better and certainly more fun things to do than talk.” I smirked, subtly licking my lips, or I hoped it was subtle. I’m trying to be sexy, not look stupid. A slow predator smile spread across Auðr’s face, and fuck if my dick didn’t twitch in my shorts. I was nervous about what the smile meant, but it was a good nervous, if that makes any sense. Auðr didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Actions speak louder than words. And whoa… We went from a foot or so between us to none in a blink. Auðr’s mouth was on mine, his arms wrapping around me as we picked back up with the hot and heavy kissing with ease. I stumbled on my shoes as Auðr walked me toward the bedroom. Our kiss got slightly sloppy as we tried to remove each other’s shirts. Auðr broke the kiss, dropping my shirt to let me take his off first. I licked my lips as I looked at his bare chest, again finding myself drawn in by the wolf’s eyes. It’s crazy that he’s had a tat of Eclipse for decades before I was born. I shook the thought away, easily distracted by Auðr’s cool fingers grazing my ribs as he pulled my shirt off. Fuck I love how this feels. The sparks of the mate bond. His cool touch on my skin. The calluses he had before becoming a vampire were rough on my skin. We were back to kissing once my shirt was off. After nearly taking us both down when I tripped on an ottoman, Auðr picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. I didn’t look around the room. I didn’t care. I could take in the view later. The only view that mattered to me was Auðr, especially as he sat me down on the king-size bed and pulled away. “Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” Auðr asked, hands on his belt. I licked my lips, eyes focused on the bulge in his jeans as I nodded. “My eyes are up here, and I’m gonna need verbal confirmation, Skittles,” Auðr said, tilting my face by the chin. “Yes. I’m sure I want this. I’m sure I want you.” I assured him. “You can change your mind at any time,” Auðr assured me, rubbing his thumb over my lips before taking his hand away. I missed his touch but didn’t complain as I was getting the show of a lifetime. I watched, enraptured, as Auðr removed his belt and unzipped his jeans. Fuck me! The man was freeballing! No boxers. He had no underwear of any kind as he pulled his jeans down. Just pristine pale skin, dark pubic hair, and a hard uncircumcised dick. I’ve mentioned that I don’t think before I act, right? Yep, this was one of those times. After Auðr had stepped out of his shoes and the jeans, I wrapped my hand around his dick. The first cock that wasn’t mine I’ve gotten my hands on. I don’t know why I didn’t expect to be cold like the rest of him, yet I was surprised that it was so hard yet so cold. “Fuck.” Auðr groaned. “You can grip it harder. Promise you won’t break it.” I took the encouragement, tightened my grip, and started stroking him. That got me another moan of pleasure from his lips. I’d never seen an uncircumcised cock before, and damn, it was interesting to watch as the foreskin pulled back the harder he got to reveal the tip. Curiosity got the best of me as I leaned forward and licked the newly exposed tip. Auðr moaned, his hand finding my hair tugging just a little. In for a penny in for a pound, right? I decided to follow my instincts and every p**n I’ve watched and took more in my mouth. It’s a night of firsts, and it starts with me giving my mate a blow job. I don’t generally take instructions well, but Auðr seemed to know how to guide me to do what he liked.Leaving it on the edge, lol.
I went into this knowing Sage was a virgin. I wasn’t sure about most of their sexual past, but I felt safe in my conclusion they were a virgin. I’ve been with my share of virgins. I won’t go into or try to count how many ‘straight’ guys I’ve nailed over the years. While experience has it’s benefits, fucking a virgin is always fun. You get to know you’re the first they’ll experience, so you must bring your A-game. And with Sage, I’ll be their only, so nothing less than my A-game is worthy of them. This was one of the other great things about virgins. They aren’t set in their ways and take guidance. Honestly, Sage didn’t need much guidance beyond me telling him to grip my cock harder and the occasional adjustment to how his head was titled as he sucked my cock. For someone who has likely never done this before, Sage was a natural. Perhaps their wolf or the mate bond kept Sage in sync with my desires. Whatever it was, if Sage kept this up, I was going to cum. I started to step back, not
Waking up naked wasn’t exactly new for me. Waking up naked with someone else? Yeah, that was new. Initially, I’d been able to freak out till I smelled Auðr’s scent of black currant wine, patchouli, and soothing vanilla. I’d stayed in bed smiling like a fool, just enjoying being in his arms and realizing that this would be my life no matter our path. I could wake up in hotels around the world, traveling with him and his band, by whatever name they called themselves. Or I could be waking up in our bed in Steelcrest face each day as Alpha and Aleph together. After a while, I got out of bed, threw on my underwear, and went into the rest of the room. I checked my messages and smiled when I realized Auðr had notified my family that I was staying with him. There wasn’t anything to eat in the kitchen, so I ordered room service. I’ll offer to pay for it when Auðr wakes up. They automatically charged it to the room, and I didn’t want to get in trouble with his label just because I got hungry.
After we’d had our fun, including an exchange of blowjobs in the shower, we got dressed, and he called his band to his room. I sat anxiously in a chair as the band walked in and sat on the sectional sofa. Léonel was the only one with a smile for me, though he didn’t look happy otherwise. Was he going to be upset about the news, or was he unhappy about something else? “All right. Let’s get to business. Immortal Eclipse has run its course.” Auðr started. Rune opened his mouth but shut it when Auðr glared at him. “We have been at this for twenty years. You all know how this goes. We aren’t aging, and people are noticing.” Auðr said, tossing a few gossip magazines about what surgeries they had to stay young. “We need to hang it up and step out of the limelight like before.” “So when things settle, we’ll start a new band? Like before,” Rune asked. “You are free to do that. However..” Auðr looked at me with a smile. “Sage has a prophecy, one I’m part of. One that connects to my tatt
Six months sounds like a long time on paper. When you’re living it, however, it’s a different story. It felt like I blinked, and time was nearly up. Retiring Immortal Eclipse took me two months, including finishing our tour. I’m an old hat at this, so the transition was smooth. I’d spoken to Albert. He knew this was coming, not the Sage part. That was a shock to him. Albert had figured we were hitting that limit of being in public without all the speculation about our immortality. As such, the label already had everything ready. They did all the media release that Immortal Eclipse has retired, and band members thank their fans for all their years of being fans and hope they will respect their privacy as they transition to civilian life. This time was going to be different from past decades. I wasn’t going to return to music as a profession. I wasn’t the only one retiring permanently. As much as the rest of the Darby family wanted Léonel to return to les Ombres Sanctifiées, he wouldn
I know I should be focused on socializing and getting to know the people of Steelcrest. After all, tonight is my introduction to them, and tomorrow, I’ll take my oath as their Alpha. Yet, I couldn’t keep my eyes off Auðr, eager for tonight and our official mating. Sure, we’ve had lots of sex these last few months. It’s not the same, in any case. “You know staring at him isn’t going to make him suddenly come back.” Elton taunted as he joined Christian and me, with Otto in tow. “Ready for the torment of a Steelcrest social event?” Otto asked in their typical bored emo-esk tone. Some might think his broody exterior is just a front, but it’s not. At least not that I’ve seen. Christian and Elton have also told me Otto was like this, even as kids. It’s just who he is. Otto’s not opposed to having fun, or what Otto calls fun. He’s a stealth mischief maker. We bonded over politics, and he helped plan and execute a few anti-protests back in Portland when misogynistic fascists fucks dared
I couldn’t tell you how we got from the hallway outside the banquet hall to our room. It was a frantic blur of rough kisses. Auðr’s vest was gone, his shirt was missing most of its buttons, and his pants were open. My vest and blouse were in a similar condition to his shirt. As for my skirt, well, I don’t know where it is beyond not being on me. “Fuck… Auðr… commando,” I groaned, tugging his pants down to find he wasn’t wearing underwear. “Complaining?” Auðr teased, stroking my cock through my boxers. “Neeever…” I moaned, eyes rolling back as he reached into my boxers and stroked my bare dick. “Didn’t think so.” Auðr chuckled into my lips as he kissed me. I moaned, wiggling out of my vest and top, wanting fewer layers between us. With the offended clothes gone, I wrapped one arm around Auðr’s neck while I used my free hand to return the favor by stoking his dick too. Touching Auðr and especially being touched by him is always crazy good. This blood moon eclipse made things ev
Sage and their family are right about one thing: their Goddess always has a plan. I’d never thought about why I’d had the dreams about Eclipse back when I was human. I never realized the cute guy who’d bought me a drink and tried to chat me up at the club the night I died was a werewolf, let alone my mate. It’s weird to know now. It was strange that Miles and his Eclipse wolf appeared as a warning to Sage and me after our marking. I already didn’t like Joar and the others, so to hear it was his ancestor who killed Miles wasn’t a shocker. I want to trust Christian and the others. I know it’s unfair to hold the father’s sins against the son, so I will give those boys the benefit of the doubt. However, the benefit of the doubt has only extended so far. If I get even the slightest inkling that they are a danger to Sage, I’ll rip their fucking heads off. I didn’t feel safe in Steelcrest during the day. It wasn’t that I’d be their target. Though now that we’re mated, killing me would be
As we entered the hall, I locked eyes with the various members of our family, and my vampire bandmates posted up around the room. Someone I knew was truly loyal to us was watching all the exits, which made me feel safer. The elders and their sons were already waiting on the stage. Christian, Elton, and Otto spotted us and hurried over with concerned expressions. “What’s wrong?” I asked, skipping any small talk. “Something feels… off,” Christian whispered, beckoning us to an alcove away from others. “Define off,” Sage said. “Beyond that, your families and the vampires are on high alert and watching all the exits?” Otto folded his arms. “They were weird all day. What’s up with that?” Elton asked. “Back to what’s off.” I nodded my chin to Christian. “Our dads and grandads. They... I can’t place it, but they’ve been acting weird the closer we’ve gotten to the ceremony.” Christian whispered. “Spit it out, kid.” I hissed. “Auðr.” Sage elbowed me. “I’m gonna need you to elaborate.
The bathroom mirror reflected Evie and me standing side by side, and for a moment, I couldn’t help but marvel at how surreal everything felt. My soft pink lace dress hugged my figure, the delicate floral appliqués shimmering faintly under the warm bathroom light. The fitted bodice gave way to a flowing A-line skirt, and the soft curls of my hair framed my face, half pinned up at Evie’s suggestion. It was rare that I felt this beautiful, but tonight wasn’t just any night—it was Valentine’s Day, and for the first time, I had someone to share it with. Evie adjusted the sweetheart neckline of her lavender mermaid gown, and I turned to watch her. The dress hugged her figure like it was made just for her, the appliquéd beads catching the light with every slight movement. Her brown curls cascaded over her shoulders, soft waves framing her glowing amber eyes. She caught me staring and smirked, her cheeks flushing faintly. “You’re staring again, you know.” “Can you blame me?” I teased, step
It was well into the evening when persistent knocking pulled me from blissful sleep. My body felt heavy, and I blinked in confusion, slowly realizing that Sophie’s bare back lay beneath my hand. Memories of our bond flooded back—her teeth at my neck, the thrill of becoming mates. The knocking came again, sharper this time. As I lifted my head, I noticed Sophie sleeping peacefully, her dark hair splayed around her. I almost ignored the sound to stay curled around her warmth, but my wolf, Noria, grew annoyed. My phone lay dead on the sofa; I had missed any calls. Reluctantly, I slipped from her side, pulling on some clothes and tying my messy hair into a ponytail. I glanced at my reflection—happy but tired. I shut the bedroom door quietly and moved to the front door, where the knocking continued urgently. I peered through the peephole and recognized my parents, Andrew and Roxanne. A wave of unease washed over me. My parents rarely showed up unannounced. Taking a deep breath, I open
Evie placed her hands on either side of my head, trapping me against the door. My heart fluttered, filled with anticipation. Her gaze dropped to my lips, the questions swirling in her mind. Before she could speak, I gripped her sweater and pulled her closer, our torsos bumping together. A soft gasp escaped her, and our restraint snapped. We kissed hungrily, with a fervor that bordered on desperation. All the pent-up longing, the nights I’d lain awake in France, imagining my mate and our first night together, now guided every motion. The taste of her lips intoxicated me, and I sighed against her mouth, letting her slip her arms around my waist. A strangled moan escaped my throat when her fingers skated under my sweater, brushing the warm skin beneath. Between kisses, we shed more layers. First, my sweater, then hers, tossed onto the floor. A flush heated my skin when I realized I was standing here in my bra and pants. Under normal circumstances, I might have felt self-conscious, but E
I stood in the doorway of my apartment, my heart pounding so loudly that I was sure Sophie could hear it. The overhead lamp cast a warm light across the living room, illuminating the scattered evidence of my messy lifestyle—music sheets, guitar cables, and a precariously tilted cello case. She and I had come all this way—quite literally, on her part—and the reality that she was truly here, in my space, felt surreal. Sophie’s breath fanned across my cheek as she leaned in, and the tension in the air crackled with electric anticipation. My pulse raced, every inch of me straining toward her. The fresh scent of her skin—warm and a little sweet—curled around my senses, chasing away the lingering chill from outside. Her gray-blue eyes searched my face, and I realized she was waiting for me to close the final gap between us. I whispered her name, unable to control the tremor in my voice. The corner of her mouth quirked with the slightest hint of a smile, and I felt a surge of daring race th
Standing in my childhood bedroom in Paris, I considered canceling my flight for a Valentine’s Day mate gathering in Silverclaw. My father insisted I wouldn’t meet my mate if I stayed in Les Hurleurs Sanctifiés, the pack I grew up in. At twenty-one, I was well past the age when many wolves find their mates; friends had found theirs by eighteen or nineteen. My mother encouraged me, saying the bond was worth the effort. So, as Valentine’s Day approached, I gave in and booked my flight to Portland, Oregon, the nearest major airport to the Silverclaw Pack in Washington. It all made sense on paper: attend the mate gathering, meet wolves from other packs, and perhaps walk away with the partner fate had promised me since birth. In my heart, though, I was nervous. What if it turned out the same as all the other mate gatherings? What if I left, still feeling that lonely ache in my chest? I pushed away the thought as best I could. The flight was long—from Paris to Amsterdam and then to Portland
Winters in Bloodmoon have always been beautiful, but it’s the kind of beauty best shared with someone else. I had no someone else. I was alone in my tiny apartment, in that awkward in-between place where my wolf demanded companionship I still hadn’t found. I’m eighteen, living on my own for the first time, enrolled at the University of Portland for music…and mateless. It was lonely in ways I couldn’t describe to my friends. At university, my classmates saw a seemingly normal freshman, a girl with a bright smile, wavy brown hair, and a knack for the cello. They didn’t see how my wolf, Noria, prowled inside me, restless and craving that fabled mate bond. It was a Friday night, one I should have spent partying or doing anything with friends. Instead, I planned an evening of tragic solitude. I’d just flopped onto my sofa, halfheartedly scrolling through N*****x. My reflection in the dark TV screen caught my eye first: hair tumbling past my shoulders in loose brown waves, warm-toned skin w
Dear Readers, Love has a way of surprising us—especially when fate steps in. Thread of Destiny is a story about friendship, longing, and the magic of fated mates. It’s a sapphic paranormal romance that blends the thrill of unexpected love with the warmth of a second-chance connection. If you’ve been following my stories, you may already be familiar with Evie and Sophie. Evie Rock is the younger sister of Rohan Rock, whose love story with Shikoba Thorn unfolded in Cult of Love (featured in The Genius Delta). Sophie Blanchett was first introduced as the French nanny caring for Rohan and Shikoba’s twin daughters. Their paths crossed in the past, but they were just side characters in someone else’s love story. Now, it’s their turn. Evie also made a small cameo in Her Second Chance Mate, and some of you may remember last year’s Valentine’s novella, A Moonlight Valentine, where love took center stage. This year, fate is weaving a new thread, one that connects two hearts who never expected
Dear Readers, Thank you for taking the time to read this Anthology. I hope you have enjoyed all the stories it contained. With the conclusion of The Hybrid’s Vampire, we have come to the official end of this Anthology. I will take the rest of November off to work on a project. You can follow me on social media to stay current on what I'm working on. I will return to Goodnovel in December with Her Second Chance Mate, Alex Whitland and Holly Boland's story. Bring tissues! See you son and thanks for all your support! Bryant
As we entered the hall, I locked eyes with the various members of our family, and my vampire bandmates posted up around the room. Someone I knew was truly loyal to us was watching all the exits, which made me feel safer. The elders and their sons were already waiting on the stage. Christian, Elton, and Otto spotted us and hurried over with concerned expressions. “What’s wrong?” I asked, skipping any small talk. “Something feels… off,” Christian whispered, beckoning us to an alcove away from others. “Define off,” Sage said. “Beyond that, your families and the vampires are on high alert and watching all the exits?” Otto folded his arms. “They were weird all day. What’s up with that?” Elton asked. “Back to what’s off.” I nodded my chin to Christian. “Our dads and grandads. They... I can’t place it, but they’ve been acting weird the closer we’ve gotten to the ceremony.” Christian whispered. “Spit it out, kid.” I hissed. “Auðr.” Sage elbowed me. “I’m gonna need you to elaborate.