“Pig,” I muttered under my breath. He took a deep pull of his pipe and breathed out. Even though his manner was easy, I could see something dangerous flash in his eyes. “Now, now. There’s no need for names. Once we get to know each other better, I’m sure you’ll find me quite irresistible. They all do.” He patted his lap, and he was back to his languid self. “Here. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable? I’m told I make a very pleasant seating arrangement. Careful, I might poke you in the middle.” _________ Clara Grey is a cursed werewolf. Her parents betrayed the Moonstone Pack and were killed when she was a child. Now she has nothing to look forward to in life except for being bullied by the horrible members of her pack. However, everything changes when vampires attack her city, and she meets the mysterious, but terrifyingly handsome Prince Deanneth of the Dark Shade pack. Not everything is as it seems with Prince Deanneth. He is a dark, twisted werewolf with a desire to possess Clara’s heart, soul, and mind. Clara Grey must not only battle the newly arisen threat of the Greater Vampires, but also the cruel manipulations of her new Alpha Deanneth Legiere. ________ Daily Update. This is NOT a story for faint-hearted. This is a story about dark hierarchical werewolf society containing explicit sexual content, menage, violence, abuse, trauma , drug and strong language. Definitely not suitable for readers who get triggered by these topics. Please read at your own risk.
View MoreClara Deanneth’s fingers twisted away the white fabric covering my pussy and squeezed lightly. “Don’t…” I gasped. My hand flew down to his wrist to push him away, but that was of no use. Deanneth clicked his tongue. “Felix, dear,” he said sweetly. “Clara’s being a little spoiled princess, and she doesn’t know what’s good for her. Why don’t you keep her hands busy?” Felix, half-conscious and half-drugged, took my hands and pushed them high above my head. I squirmed. “S…stop, Felix.” I begged with a moan. My own body betrayed me. O could feel the warm sweet juice gust out my clits under Deanneth’s gentle touch. “There you go,” Deanneth purred. Felix circled around, and I saw his erection rising ever so higher. He held my arms down, and his dark brown cock slapped against my cheek. I yelped. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the throbbing veins in Felix’s shaft. He was young, but he had a shocking girth to him. Veins bulged out from his cock, and for one insane moment, I won
Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content involving drug, physical violence and threesome. Please read at your own risk. Clara “Stop.” “Hush now. You’re a grown adult, aren’t you? At least, that’s what you always try to tell me. Take your medicine in silence.” I heard a piercingly loud lash, and a groan of pain. My mouth felt like it was full of wool. Dread filled me, but I could barely move. Drunkenly, I tried to get a bearing on my surroundings. I felt dizzy. Another loud lash, and I recognized the cadence of the sharp intake of breath. It was Felix. I opened my eyes, and the sight that filled my eyes made me want to shut them tight again in fear. I was in a dungeon of some kind with dark red stone walls. A stone fireplace with gargoyles dancing around the sides flickered with a dull, orange light. In the shadows, I saw a completely naked figure chained to the wall. His dark arms were raised high above his head, and he knelt on the ground. The smell of b
ClaraI rummaged through every single cabinet and chest that I could find in the Pavilion. So far, I had collected two waterskins, two leather bags, a suitable warm outfit made of wool, and a fur-lined cloak.“You’re crazy,” Felix said, but he had done his own search of the Pavilions. He had in his hands several rolled up maps, a compass, and more warm clothes suitable for the cold fall.“Agreed,” I said.It lightened my heart just a little to know that Felix was going to join me, despite all his protestations. “You said that Prince Legiere was going to be busy for several days with the Councilors?”“Yes. If there’s any good a time as ever to make a break for it, it’s now,” Felix agreed. “You heard what Bruess said, right? That he might attend the council meetings, if Emperor Deanneth decided that he didn’t want to?”I nodded. “What was all that about?”Felix shoved several maps into the large bag that I tossed to him. “It was a pretty big threat. He’s not allowed to go the council me
Clara Felix and I quickly hurried out of the Coliseum. I was grateful that there were only small streams of werewolves leaving the place. I looked over at the sandpit and saw werewolves piling up bodies into a mass pyre. The stench of their burning bodies truly repulsed me, and even the werewolves burning the bodies had to cover their noses with heavy cloth and scarves. I hesitated at the exit and remembered the horrors of going through that giant stone passageway, but Felix took my hand. He reassured me, “It’s fine. Most of the werewolves are gone by now. Just a couple of drunks.” “And dead bodies,” I said, looking at the lacerated naked form of an Omega shoved in the corner. I felt sickness and hatred burn inside me as I stared at his pathetic, bleeding body. He was younger than Felix, and I wondered where his parents were. Probably gone, or they didn’t give a damn what happened to their child. However horrible the Moonstone Pack was, their cruelties could not even compare to t
Clara Heat and murderous rage emanated from Deanneth’s body. The sheer focus of his thoughts terrified me. The words came clearly to my mind, and I knew that he never let me leave his side. If I was more stupid, I might have said something particularly grating or sarcastic at that moment. But this time was different. The words howled into my mind, and I recoiled as if he had struck me physically. I looked in confusion at his beautiful face, and there was not even a single wrinkle or brooding frown that betrayed the boiling hatred within him. He continued to smile sweetly at me, but his grip around my chin tightened as he forced me to look at him. The sheer shock of his fury winded me. All this time, I took for granted that he desired me and that he was just a playful flirt who whored around. Now, I felt within him nothing but a dark abyss that pulled me deeper and deeper. “Let go,” I said nervously. I tried to free myself, but Prince Legiere’s grip grew even tighter. Felix, of
DeannethI headed out to the seats where my half-brother was. Crane pushed his way through the crowds in front of me, and Dellatine stayed back and guarded my back. They weren’t necessary. The moment werewolves saw who was coming their way, they froze. Then they bowed subserviently to me. Many of them leaped out of my way to give me space.This was pure power at its finest. I didn’t even have to look into their eyes. They took one look at my gray-and-black claws, and they knew who I was and why they had to get the hells out of my way.One could get drunk on this kind of power if they were stupid, like my father. I don’t think he even knew what was coming when I crowned myself as Emperor of the Dark Shade. Unfortunately, there was only a need for ONE Alpha on the throne. Not two.I kept my face as emotionless as possible, but I smiled inwardly at Bruess. He played too much of a dangerous game with me. I saw him now, speaking with Clara with such familiarity that it made my heart race.
DeannethThe Coliseum and the games were boring as usual. The Councilors droned on and on about certain policies that I had to enact, and they asked me so many tiring questions that I want to just toss them off the building. Of course, I had to remain calm. I answered every single one of their questions about the attack on Clara. Lord Hector and Lord Velant did not even believe that a vamp had attacked her, but Mistress Orias had visited Clara when she was still sick. She had seen the bite marks on the girl’s neck, and she had smelled the foul stench of vamp blood.Mistress Orias knew that the vamp threat was real. I sneered to myself. How fitting that the only intelligent werewolf of the bunch was in my brother’s pocket. By the time the tournament was over, she would dutifully send some small messenger bird to Bruess’s tower to tell him everything.I didn’t care. Let these insignificant Elites do what they must. I took a deep swig of wine straight from the bottle. Goddess, I needed s
Clara Prince Bruess nodded at the two of us, and he held up his hand covered in golden chains. A small pup came and set down several comfortable cushions against the stone steps. Felix and I sat down next to his raised red couch, and several werewolves swarmed us with trays of iced drinks and fruit. I heard something bubble and saw a long bronze contraption with a hose connected to it. The glass vase at the bottom frothed with white smoke and bubbling water inside. Prince Bruess held the hose in his hand, and he slipped the end between his golden muzzle and into his lips. He inhaled deeply, and spicy sweet clouds of unda escaped from his lips. Like peas in a peapod, I thought. If the two princes of the Dark Shade would stop squabbling for two seconds, maybe they would recognize how absurdly similar they were. Prince Bruess held out the end of the hose to me, and I was about to decline. Felix took the hose, and he put it in my hand. There must be some unspoken rule of courtesy that
ClaraAs I watched the Coliseum fights, I understood why werewolves were willing to kill themselves to get in. There was a heady atmosphere that stirred my pumping blood. Warriors of every size and race fought down in the sandy pits. I saw creatures that I had only seen in books: monitor lizards, tigers, lions, and panthers. The Coliseum wasn’t just a gladiator free-for-all. There were circus acts of skilled acrobats leaping in the air, knife jugglers, and jesters. Drummers kept a steady tempo that thrummed throughout the entire stadium, and musicians blew trumpets when a fighter triumphed over his opponent.I could feel the roaring crowds pulsate like one living, breathing being. There was no rank or caste here. We were either fighters or spectators. Entertainment and the thrill of the fight drew us all together. Some fights truly tested the limits of the werewolf fighters, and I found myself gripping the stone seat as I watched. When two Allied Hunters fought, it was like they were
Clara “I’m so looking forward to the ball!” “Yah! I wish to find a nice guy. A foreigner will be good. I’m bored staying in the Moonstone.” Girls chattered as they flocked into the pack house. My heart pounded within my chest as I took a deep breath, lifting my skirt to join the crowd. All around me were the members of the Moonstone pack preening, picking fights, growling, and scratching themselves to distract them from their nerves. Every single one of them were dressed in their most flashy, elegant apparel. Women wore gorgeous gowns that showed off their legs and their naked backs; men wore tight tunics that accentuated their muscles. Some even bared their entire upper torso. Nothing was left to the imagination. All of our physical prowess and beauty was not something to blush over; it was to be flaunted now. Tonight, on the eve of Diantha’s glory, the full moon, even I, the cursed daughter of traitors would be granted supposed mercy from the Alpha for the first time in eighte
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