''You are so hot and naughty when your dark side takes over, this is why I won't rest till I defeat your mate! and own you to myself'' he pinned her to the wall, kissing her from her lips down to her neck. ''And I want you!'' her dark side responding to him. ******* Aria, a hybrid of the two most powerful supernatural beings, a vampire and a werewolf. The daughter of the cruelest vampire ever lived, doesn’t share her father’s insane cruelty and thirst for blood. She hates the vital, insatiable hunger that comes with being a vampire because she would rather be a calm, quiet wolf. Her two sides got conflicted and she had to find ways to get control of her body and her thirst… The only way was to find her mate, to mate with her and curb her dark side forever. But little did she know, her best friend had fallen in love with her dark side and will do everything to stop her from finding the salvation she wanted… Finding her mate. Will Aria ever be able to get rid of her dark side by finding her mate and letting him mark her, Or her best friend succeeds in turning her into a completely evil blood-sucker all for his advantage? Follow Aria's story to see how she manages to control the beasts in her, with two lovers dying to own her.
View MoreThe alphas destined mateThe sight of his beloved sent his heart rate beating faster. His eyes took in her lovely figure in the blue gown she wore.Freya was clearly pleasantly surprised to see he was awake. Whatever worry that showed in her gaze was replaced by happiness.She moved to drop the tray she carried to the bedside table, reaching for him.‘Oh Leo!’ She cried out, tugging his body to her bosom.Leofric let her hug him, and he shut his eyes as his wolf calmed, and his growl turned to low purrs he couldn’t control. He felt her heart beating faster through her skin, and her warmth so inviting.She seemed not to notice, only squeezing him tighter, whispering ‘Thank the Almighty’ numerous times, like a mantra.Leofric could not take it any longer. He pushed her away and jumped out of bed to her horror, quickly putting distance between them.Freya was still seated and her mouth was slightly open in a confused expression. Regret filled his being as
In the middle of the night...Freya gasped, now awake.She rushed to open her room window, looking out into the snow filled night.The maiden leaned out of the window, looking from left to right. Her mind settled a bit, as the sense of urgency she felt as she jumped from her bed had petered down to a niggling worry.Why had she woken up this way?She felt as if someone had called her name, wrenching her from her beautiful dream on this cold December night. It sounded so real and loud, and it had to have been to summon her consciousness.Freya bit her lips, eyes wide and brows furrowed, gazing out the window and watching the snow fall.The vision of drifting snow calmed what was left of her nerves, and she stilled. The night was silent, so still.A howl made a gasp leave her lips, heart beating faster once more. Wolves. Here?She shut the window abruptly, hands shaking from the cold and fear, then turning to her bedside and groping for a matchstick. She
Leofric would only remember that night in snatches centuries later. He would seek to forget about it, and speak little of it during the long years of his life. For to him, that night was the point at which the life he knew was gone forever.He opened his eyes to see the still night sky. His vision blurred with tears and the melting falling snow, yet he could see clearer than he ever had. Every pain in his body was gone, leaving behind a light-headed feeling. Without thought, the young man stood, not cognizant of where he was or how he got there. He was only faintly aware of the cold, mind still far away.Acting on instinct, the young man put one foot ahead of the other, and began his journey. The snow crunches underneath his feet as he walked in silence through the darkness.He had dreamt of singing - his late mother’s singing intermingled with his beloved Freya’s voice. They both sang to him, the two most important women in his life. He dreamt of being a small child ag
Chapter two: It was well past sunrise when Alfric was informed of his son’s disappearance. The servant reported seeing Leofric walking out in the snow the previous night. He sneered at the thought of his son. Who could understand Leofric’s ways? He blamed Anna, his late wife, for raising their son to be this way. The Duke ignored the feeling that something was wrong with his son, went for breakfast, thinking that Leofric would arrive any moment from then. Hours passed and before one knew it, it was sundown once more. The servant who informed him of Leofric’s disappearance had knocked on his study to reiterate that his son was, still, nowhere to be found. Thus, Alfric stood at the door, cane in hand. It was past supper and yet the young man had not arrived. The niggling thought that his son had met misfortune was now at the forefront of his mind. Of that, he was most certain now. The Duke watched the snow fall heavier than it had been the previous nigh
Chapter one: “There you go, little one. You are safer here,” Leofric murmured to the beetle which settled upon the driest pile of leaves he could find. He observed the beetle a few moments more, before he moved away, exhaling deeply. It was very cold, perhaps it would snow tonight, he thought, looking around him. Even his breaths brought out puffs of smoke as he made his way back to where he kept his sketchbook – the large tree trunk flat enough for him to sit on, and large enough too. It was time to head home. He picked up his book from where it lay, and made his way down the oath he had gone on so many times before, out of the forest. He was careful as always to where he stepped, not wanting to willingly crush any insect under his heel. When he was younger he used to cry for killing a whole lot of them just by stepping wrongly. He smiled at the memory, humming a jaunty tune he heard from his beloved one night. Soon he stopped, seeing two women huffi
Chapter one: “There you go, little one. You are safer here,” Leofric murmured to the beetle which settled upon the driest pile of leaves he could find. He observed the beetle a few moments more, before he moved away, exhaling deeply. It was very cold, perhaps it would snow tonight, he thought, looking around him. Even his breaths brought out puffs of smoke as he made his way back to where he kept his sketchbook – the large tree trunk flat enough for him to sit on, and large enough too. It was time to head home. He picked up his book from where it lay, and made his way down the oath he had gone on so many times before, out of the forest. He was careful as always to where he stepped, not wanting to willingly crush any insect under his heel. When he was younger he used to cry for killing a whole lot of them just by stepping wrongly. He smiled at the memory, humming a jaunty tune he heard from his beloved one night. Soon he stopped, seeing two women huffi...
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