When he turned back into human, he was standing in the middle of the woods, staring up at the night sky, his legs shaking, his vision blurred with fear and hate.
The book was gone. It was gone, lost to the annals of history.
The book was taken away. The only copy that existed in the world.
And yet, it was still here. In front of him, within reach.
The alpha was frozen, completely speechless, his mind blank as his thoughts drifted back to that terrible night in the library when the words 'The Book of Power' had appeared before his very eyes. What he'd seen had not been a vision, it had been real.
He didn't know how long he stood there, stunned, in utter shock, unable to process what just
She was inside. It was dimly lit but it was dark and cold, so she could tell. She wasn't sure how many hours had passed. There was no clock anywhere to judge from and she couldn't hear anything other than her own heartbeat and her harsh panting. At some point she'd moved. It was difficult for her to tell how much. Everything felt sluggish and off. Her muscles weren't responding the way they should, and every movement sent jolts of pain shooting through her body. Still, she couldn't move. Even if she could, she wouldn't leave her position. It was safer if she remained where she was. If someone found her here, she could easily disappear. And she would need their assistance to escape. She sighed shakily, pulling her legs to her chest an
“You're my mate! And there's nothing anyone can do about it!”, the vampire queen, Sofia, glared at Tyler, who was now the Lycan King and didn't flinch at her. She'd been tracking him all this while, and was surprised when she got the information that a new Lycan King has been found. What surprised her most was when she was told his name was Tyler. That was when everything began to add up; the wolf that kidnapped him when she sent her guys to get Tyler, the blood moon ritual and all. She began to piece the information, bit by bit until she made a headway. When she needed to clear her suspicion, she sent spies to the werewolf kingdom to find out if her suspicions were right. She was right. It was Tyler. She moved almost immediately, but the next day, to apprehend him, to win him back, and she was ready to do anything. Anything she could think of, she took, every plan of attack coming her way, she would execute them in advance. But what she was faci
“Why would I ever consider giving myself off to you after you sent people to kill me?!” Tyler growled, trying to contain his fury. “My dear Alpha, we have much in common.” “No, we don't!” he shouted. Sofia was hurt by his anger but her voice was calm. It was a tactic to lull him into a sense of security and she didn't want to lose any time. She had to know about what he was thinking about that kept him so glued to his thoughts when she got in. She figured if she could get into his thoughts, so she concentrated on his aura and buried herself in his aura, sinking herself into his thoughts. “You don't belong here!” he yelled at her.
The basement door opened. The two of them stepped inside and locked it behind them. It took a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the gloom and darkness in the basement. Once their eyesight adjusted, they were greeted by the sight of Emily chained up, sitting on a metal table. Gerald pulled a seat next to her and sat in front of her. He glanced around the room and motioned to Eric. “Have two chairs brought in. We need to start working right away. This place is not suitable for conversation.” The men complied and left the room. Eric slammed the door behind him and locked it. The werewolves began speaking in low whispers. “I still don't understand why we're doing this,” Eric began. “Because it makes sense,” Gerald replied curtly. “So why are we torturing her?” “To make her talk. She's the only one who knows how to handle the Blood Book. And we need her to relay information to us.” “How are we supposed to torture her? Isn't she
Tyler woke up that morning, naked, in bed and full of life and energy. But the energy drained from his face leaving him pale yellow when he reached out beside him and the lady he met at the bar last night wasn't there. In fact, she was gone from his apartment, her clothes strewn across the floor, her purse open on the coffee table next to her empty glass, and the scent of expensive perfume still clinging to the pillows they shared. He got up and went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and looked around him. No one had been here. He wondered if maybe she’d left early. Maybe she didn’t want to stay anymore. Or maybe something had happened after they drank too much wine or something like that… Tyler sighed. She probably didn’t have a problem with drunk me, as it turned out. He’d just be lucky if she even wanted to get back together… Tyler rubbed the back of his neck and sighed again. She was gone. Before he went out that night, to go clear his head, he was told that the D
And now he was here. At a place of evil. At the heart of an anti-werewolf rebellion. In a club filled with people he trusted less than a second ago. People who hated and distrusted him. People who thought he was weak and useless because of his lack of magic. Because of his human blood. He had made up his mind to stop hiding, to take matters into his own hands. He had made up his mind to confront the Dark Wand Pack himself. And then, maybe he would be able to protect the empire. Maybe he could make the Dark Wand Pack realize that they were wrong. He could show them that it was okay to join together to fight against the Empire. But he also knew what it meant when you stood against the Empire. You could die. So instead he waited silently in the bathroom, staring up at the ceiling. His breathing slowly became less shaky as time went by. When the door was opened a few minutes later, he snapped his head forward, almost jumping at the sudden intrusion. But it was the girl he
A smirk tugged at his lips, and he leaned down to place a light kiss on her lips. “You. Me. Alone. Just us." "You can have it," she whispered. She let her fingers brush the fabric of his pants and he sighed deeply at the touch. Suddenly, she jumped away from him, turning back around to pull the straps of her dress over her shoulder. A second later, she was standing before him in only one strap, her bare breasts shining in the dim light of the room. He stared at her, unable to take his eyes off her. The dress looked so good on her. But he knew better than to say that aloud – it wasn’t the first time he had caught himself staring and wondering whether to kiss her. She was a beautiful woman and he hadn’t known what to do with all those thoughts. It took him quite some effort, but he kept them to himself and concentrated instead on the task at hand. He could admire her naked body later. For now, he had important things to do. As always, her beauty had him captiva
They left to an apartment down the lane before day break, but she left before he awoke the next morning. He was angry about that, she didn't even leave her name or an address to find her. He didn't know she wanted to be far away from him. He took her advice, taking a couple aspirin before falling asleep once again. When morning finally arrived, he woke up with a pounding headache, feeling extremely exhausted. He got dressed, deciding to take some pills. Then, he went outside to take some fresh air, heading for the nearest bench and sitting down. He gazed up at the sky, admiring the brilliant color of blue. It reminded him of her eyes. He sighed. How many women in their lives did he think he’d ever met? Not counting his sister, obviously. He wondered if there were any others he’d meet over the ye