It was Eric. Her former mate. Before everything that ruined their relationship. She felt hate and anger brew in her for all the times he couldn't help her or stand by her. It’s been almost two moons since she saw him last, but she knows it’ll be a long time before he gets over the attachment. She wishes he would at least try to find happiness elsewhere. There is no love lost between them, despite their friendship, so why don’t they move on with their lives. But the universe just doesn’t seem keen on helping that happen.
She had tried telling him how she really feels about him and what happened, but as usual, he was a stubborn ass. Like she said before - the way Eric was raised didn’t do much for people like her. He’d always believe whatever lie he fed himself because it never occurred to him to question his assumptions. Or may
Katrina knew Tyler too well to let him venture out on his own after their last phone call. He sounded too worried about something he was not willing to share. She knew she had to find him before he messed himself up. She set out for him almost immediately he dropped the call. She was mind-linked to him, but he had suppressed it. All she had now to track him down was his scent and her powerful nose. She didn’t have to follow his trail very far until she found him in front of a bar. A familiar place. “Tyler!” He turned slightly and smiled slightly upon seeing her. Relief spread across his features. “Hey, Kitten. You found me," he greeted happily, moving further down the street and letting her catch up. "Ho
"I think you might not have been kidding about inspiring me to try harder. But, I guess that means you've been keeping secrets too!" he teased with mock severity. She smiled lightly in response. "What about you? Any interests or passions?" He considered for a moment before shaking his head, "No. Not really." "That's odd. Most people usually have some interest or passion in their life." "Yeah, well..." he trailed off lamely. Then he laughed suddenly, "I used to play the saxophone. I never actually learned, of course. My brother convinced me it would improve my singing. I guess I should have listened to him instead of thinking for myself." She raised an inquisitive eyebrow, wondering whether he ever thought for himself, or simply blindly followed the instructions of others. Tyler noticed her hesitation, and gave her a sideways look, "Something wrong?" he enquired softly. "Not at all," she replied, offering him a smile. She turned to stare blankly at the d
The man was her master and he had best a very huge some of money on her, which he lost. She didn't know why, but he hated losing and had vowed to never lose unless it was absolutely necessary. So, for him to lose now to such an insignificant girl. Gerald was back in the ring again, and this time he expected a better fight. He came to clear his head, and he had no intentions of leaving until he was done. The people here didn't know him. And the few who did, were too drunk to notice. Soon, another opponent was declared. It was a rogue wolf who had seen more fists than boxing gloves. The match began and he felt his confidence growing, the crowd cheering louder and louder as their favorite fighter moved closer and closer to victory. Gerald's eyes widened as the distance closed b
— Sofia's Dilemma — Sofia paced up and down her throne room, drowning in thoughts and worry. Her face was creased with deep, dark lines that she hadn't seen in a very long time. She knew the reason why it was happening now: Tyler. And she knew what she wanted. Although there were pressing matters of the kingdom, Sofia couldn't just let her mind stay without thoughts of him. She wanted him and that was final. She knew what she was going to do. A thought flickered in her mind, but she caught flame of it before it withered away. She dismissed it as simply her overactive imagination. Whatever it was, she had to find him and talk to him. But first, she had to figure out how she was going to approach him again. And then, if he would accept her proposal, she would be content. Until then, she couldn't allow herself to think of anything else. She had a responsibility to the people of the Kingdom. Her duty was to protect them. To care for them. With that thought, she sat down
In the cell where Emily was tied, she began to feel funny. It was a month now and she hasn't began to feel the signs that she was going to see her period. She had only had sex with the man she met at the bar, and no one else. But she didn't even understand what was happening. Her head was throbbing from not sleeping enough, she felt lightheaded when she woke up, and her eyes felt heavy as if they were being weighed down by stones. All she felt were symbols of the early stages of pregnancy. Her stomach was starting to hurt and it would be a lot more painful in the morning, which was another good reason why she shouldn’t have come to this stupid bar. She wasn’t allowed to drink alcohol, so she decided that there must have been an alcoholics bar nearby and she needed to go there. They made their way out of the building and then into a car park. The baby bump wasn't visible yet, but it
The seer's visions were never wrong and this was the reason a lot of people wanted him. But since the Royal Lycan Clan found him, they had been keeping him safe since then. No harm came to him, except for the rogue attacks which usually occurred in winter. Then they had gotten to know him, and he proved helpful to them. He knew they kept him locked up for some reasons. But they were the ones who had taken him from his village when his parents died. That's why they called him the seer, because his sight could see through the veil separating our reality from the supernatural world. It was his special power, but unfortunately it was not always reliable. He wasn’t really able to predict the future because he was born and raised in the real world, whereas these visions came true. They were vague and
Eric was still at the ring waiting for his father to finish up his fighting rounds to alert him about the visitation of the Lycan king. His father, Gerald, wasn't with the pack when the letter about the visitation of the Lycan King was brought to the chamber of the king. And so, he was tasked with the responsibility of finding the alpha and delivering the letter to him. He knew that his father would be very pissed if he found out the reason for the visit, but he had to tell him all the same. The Lycan King was here for The Chronicles of Blood book, which Gerald also had in his possession for the fullfilment if his insatiable craving for power. He'd been here for almost three hours, but his father kept on fighting and defeating his opponents like they weren't even worth
Sofia tossed and turned in her big , comfortable bed, which seemed to be growing heavier by the minute. She rolled over into a different position and felt the cool breeze of the night air blowing through the open window. She was cold, but she couldn't remember when it started getting so cold. Maybe the nights had gotten even colder than usual lately, or it could have been that the temperature hadn’t quite risen all the way yet. It didn’t matter. Her body still felt numb from being awake for more than a few hours at a time. As soon as she settled down again, her mind started drifting off once again. This time, she was lost in a sea of faded memories. She thought about Tyler sharing her bed and the things they could do together. He, a werewolf Alpha, and she, a vampire queen. Then suddenly something came to her. Something important. Something that would help them b
As Tyler walked through the chambers of the vampire kingdom, his mind wandered back to the last time he had seen Emily. Months had passed since their chance encounter in a bustling nightclub, where they had shared an intense and passionate night together. They had both been consumed by the moment, swept away in a whirlwind of desire.But when Tyler had awakened the next morning, he found himself alone in the disheveled hotel room. Emily had vanished, leaving behind nothing but memories and unanswered questions. He had desperately searched for her, but all his efforts had been in vain.Now, the familiar scent that had enveloped him earlier became even stronger, leading him to the very heart of the vampire kingdom. And there she stood, Emily, before him once more.Unable to resist, Tyler reached out, pulling her into an embrace. All his emotions, longing, and unanswered questions surged to the surface. He held onto her tightly, unable to let go. Emily, too, felt the depth of their conne
Alpha Gerald, burdened by the disappearance of Emily and the unsettling capture of Tyler, devised a daring plan to confront the vampire queen, Sofia, and uncover the truth about Emily's whereabouts. He understood that gaining access to the throne of the Lycan king could serve as a strategic ploy to gauge Sofia's involvement. Dressed in his customary regalia, Gerald once again approached the foreboding castle where the vampire queen held court. The corridors felt eerily familiar, yet his resolve remained unshaken. He was determined to unravel the web of intrigue that surrounded him. As he entered the grand chamber, Gerald noticed a distinct tension in the air. The vampire queen sat upon her throne, exuding an aura of power and intrigue. He bowed before her, his eyes never leaving her gaze. "Your Majesty," Gerald began, his voice steady and composed. "I come before you once again to beseech your aid, not only for the sake of our kind but for the preservation of harmony b
Emily, driven by a thirst for knowledge and a relentless curiosity, had immersed herself in the study of vampire lore. Her research had led her to uncover intriguing clues about the enigmatic vampire queen, Sofia, and the possibility of accessing the throne that held immense power within the vampire realm. As Emily delved deeper into ancient texts and obscure manuscripts, she pieced together fragments of forgotten history. Legends whispered of a hidden ritual that, if performed correctly, would grant unparalleled authority and control over the vampire kingdom. It was said to be a path shrouded in darkness and treachery, where only the cunning and determined could succeed. Armed with newfound knowledge, Emily embarked on a perilous journey to gather the necessary artifacts and information. She traversed haunted ruins, sought guidance from wise scholars, and engaged with secretive covens, always staying one step ahead of those who would seek to thwart her ambitions. Howe
Alpha Gerald paced back and forth in the dimly lit chamber, his frustration mounting with every step. His meticulously planned ritual to unlock the ancient secrets contained within the Moon Book Chronicles of power had been disrupted, and the source of his frustration was none other than the absence of his prisoner, Emily. The room, adorned with ancient symbols and flickering candles, resonated with an air of malevolence as Gerald's mind raced to comprehend what had transpired. He had carefully selected Emily, a young woman with unique blood properties, as the key to open the Moon Book. Her lineage held a long-lost connection to the mystical energies required for the ritual. Alpha Gerald had spared no expense or effort in securing her captivity, but now she had vanished without a trace. As his mind grappled with the situation, Gerald's gaze fixated on the guards he had assigned to watch over Emily. They stood in a line, their expressions a mix of fear and confusion. He ha
A few weeks had passed since Emily gave birth to her baby, a beautiful little girl with a tuft of dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Despite the hardships she had faced, Emily couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy and love whenever she looked at her daughter. Living in the vampire community had its challenges, but Emily found solace in the protection it provided her and her child. She had managed to keep her pregnancy a secret, afraid that the werewolf pack would discover her whereabouts and try to take her baby away. Being among vampires offered a certain level of safety, but Emily knew she couldn't let her guard down entirely. As her daughter grew, Emily began to explore her new surroundings more extensively. She mingled with the vampire community, learning their customs, their history, and their political structure. It was during one of these interactions that she stumbled upon a shocking revelation: the vampire queen, Sofia, was her mother's sister. Th
The venomous poison coursed through Katherine's veins, its effects swift and merciless. As Tyler watched in horror, unable to save her, Sofia reveled in her triumph. The vampire queen's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she witnessed Katherine's agony. "I told you, Tyler," Sofia taunted, her voice dripping with venom. "Your refusal has consequences. Now, watch as your precious bodyguard pays the price for your defiance." Katherine gasped for breath, clutching at her throat, her face contorted in pain. The poison robbed her of strength, rendering her helpless against the lethal venom coursing through her body. Tyler's heart shattered as he witnessed the woman he admired suffering before his eyes. Desperation fueled Tyler's decision, and in that moment of anguish and grief, he made a choice he never thought he would. With tears streaming down his face, he turned to Sofia, his voice laden with despair. "Fine," he choked out, his voice cracking. "I'll accept your
As Tyler fought to free his bodyguard, Katherine, from the chains, Sofia, the vampire queen, watched with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. The dim light in the chamber cast eerie shadows on her face, accentuating her sinister beauty. She had planned this moment meticulously, knowing that separating Tyler from his trusted protector would weaken his resolve and make him more susceptible to her influence. Sofia approached Katherine, her steps graceful and predatory. A sly smile played on her lips as she extended a hand, offering assistance. "My dear Tyler, why do you struggle so? Accept your fate, and I promise to release Katherine unharmed. Join me in this world of eternal darkness, where power and pleasure await." Tyler's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Sofia. "I will never surrender to you. Katherine has sworn to protect me, and I won't let you use her against me." Sofia chuckled softly, her voice laced with a hint of malice. "Ah, dear Tyler, you underestimat
In the dimly lit caves, Tyler, the Lycan king, fought alongside his loyal companions, his senses heightened in the face of imminent danger. The air was thick with tension as they ventured deeper into the unknown, their objective clear: to rescue Katherine, Tyler's personal guard, from the clutches of the vampire queen, Sofia. Their path was treacherous, littered with jagged rocks and hidden crevices. Sinister whispers echoed through the cavernous walls, adding an eerie ambiance to the already chaotic atmosphere. The group cautiously advanced, their weapons at the ready, their instincts honed for any sign of aggression. As they pressed on, the silence was abruptly shattered by a cacophony of screeches and growls. From the shadows emerged grotesque creatures, their twisted forms a nightmarish sight to behold. The creatures had gnarled limbs and razor-sharp claws, their eyes burning with an insatiable hunger. With a primal roar, Tyler lunged forward, his body shifting sea
An uneasiness settled over Tyler, Gerald, Victoria, and Eric as they stood in the dimly lit chamber, their eyes locked on the ominous figure of the vampire queen, Sofia. She had trapped them in her lair, her grip tightening around Katherine, whose life hung in the balance. Sofia had made her intentions clear: she desired Tyler as her mate, and she would stop at nothing to make it happen. As tension filled the air, the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the chamber walls. A sudden movement caught Tyler's attention, and his heart skipped a beat. He squinted his eyes, trying to discern the source of the disturbance. The uneasiness escalated as the others too sensed the encroaching danger. Whispering a warning, Victoria pointed to the corner of the chamber, where the darkness seemed to grow denser. Gerald's instincts kicked in, and he unsheathed his blade, ready to defend his friends. Eric, ever resourceful, grabbed a nearby torch, illuminating the area where the shadows