"He would've made a great alpha." Elder Nivane regretfully shook his head."With his abilities, he still might." The red-haired elder smiled and looked at the young man with appreciation and anticipation.Sensing a hidden meaning from his words, the other elders began to pay more attention to the young warrior.In the next few rounds, witches and faes, werebears and leopards, vampires and alpha blooded wolves intermittently took the stage, ending in the victories of the fae, werebear, and alpha warriors. Before long, the second round of the competition concluded."Warriors of Riverside, this is the final round of the competition. The victor of this round will become the personal guard of the Werewolf Mistress. So do your best and strive for the honor!""Yahhh!""Warrior Nate!""Go Hamsa! Bring honor to the Fae!"Under the deafening cheers of the crowd, the third round began. A werebear and alpha male warrior started the first round of three. Without much suspense, the alpha bloodline
"Members of the Riverside Pack, tonight is the Full Moon Banquet. In honor of the Werewolf Mistress and her new personal guard, the pack will celebrate before a bonfire to thank the Moon Goddess! So bring your family to join your pack members on the Supreme Ground of your Vampire Lord!" Hearing the words of the Head Elder, the crowd immediately broke into an uproar. "Did I hear this right? Are we having the Full Moon Banquet on the Supreme Ground tonight!?" "You heard it right. The rumors in the pack must be fake. Why would the elders give this woman so much honor and respect if she's a wolf-less trash?" "Right, right. The Ruling Council cares more about the bloodline of the future Vampire Lord than we do. If they're letting this woman marry the Vampire Lord, then there shouldn't be any problem with her." Arriving at this conclusion, the members of the Riverside Pack began to reevaluate themselves and the situation of their pack. If it was only the Vampire Lord who wanted to make
"Dad, it's only a banquet. Why are we dressed like this?" Zanai frowned and pulled on his tie. "What do you know? Men must wear a tie to impress women. So even if it's only a banquet, a tie is a must to attract all the attention." Zanai scanned his dad, who was wearing white pants and white shirt with a black tie, from head to toe, and said with a disdainful sneer, "Oh...I forgot you still need to win mom's heart." "You...what's with that look on your face? Are you looking down on me, brat?" Zain's face turned dark, looking slightly offended. "Shouldn't I? It's been two days, and you still haven't come up with a plan to make mom look at you. Mr. Zain Adeel, I'm telling you right now. If you lose your wife to another man, you'll also lose your son, because I'm my mom's protector." Zanai paused, and with an afterthought, added, "I also can't call myself the son of a loser." Then under the dumbfounded expression of his dad, he straightened his tie and left the room. "You...you...you
Dave slunk into the shadows, leaving Celia on her own. The night deepened, and the moon rose into the sky. As more and more pack members gathered on the Supreme Ground, the crowd merrily mingled together and the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Approaching one of the omega servants, Dave beckoned her to a corner and handed her a vial. "Add this to the drink of the Werewolf Mistress." "This...what is it?" "You don't need to know." The omega fell silent for half a breath, then resolutely nodded her head. "Is there anything else you need me to do, Legent Dave?" "Don't make any mistake. And...make sure no one sees you." "Yes, Legent." "Then go." Dipping into a bow, the omega turned and scurried into the group of servants heading to the bonfire with drinks and snacks. Dave glanced at the giant Stone Palace, his fists clenching and unclenching as complicated emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm doing the right thing. I'm doing the right...thing..." He wasn't doing this becaus
"I need to impress her. I need to impress her..." Zain wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. His heart raced with nervous anxiety as he tried to think of a way to impress his Ira. "Should I get her favorite snacks? No, she can get them herself...then..." What can he get her? His Ira didn't desire much. In fact, for as long as he had known her, he never saw her show much interest in anything other than singing and cooking. Of course, there was also the fact that she took it upon herself to take care of him. Zain sighed, and rubbed his temples. He felt like he was missing something, an important puzzle related to him and his Ira that held the answer to all his questions. But no matter how hard he tried to recall what it was, his mind came up empty. Deciding he needed a stimulus to boast his courage, he went in search of something to drink. At his departure, a wave of disappointment washed over Naira. This was the first Full Moon banquet after their separation 7 years ago. Though sh
Holding his bleeding hand, the large man smacked the unconscious woman again. Slap! "Bitch! Don't know what's good for you!" "Hey, don't beat her. It'll leave marks." Seeing she had finally stopped struggling, the other man chuckled and carelessly tossed the woman over his shoulder. "Brother, let's go and enjoy ourselves. This bitch almost bit off your hand. You can bit off her nipples..." His words had barely died when a gust of wind blasted his face, then a ball of fire slammed into his back. Lurching forward, he lost his hold over the woman and crashed to the ground. He howled and rolled, screaming in agony as the flame burned his hair and licked his skin, melting his flesh, before reducing him to ashes in mere seconds. The large man, who had yet to react to the sudden attack, turned pale with horror at the sight of his companion reduced to ashes and bones before his eyes. He stumbled backwards and fell on his ass, scanning the darkness with horrified eyes. "Who...who is it?
***MATURE CONTENT*** So hot! So tingly! I'm so hot and tingly I can barely stand it! This woman's a torture. Zain grabbed the arms coiled around his neck and tried to disentangle her from him. Tried, but was unsuccessful. As Naira turned in his arms again, he tumbled on the bed, and she straddled him, then wrapped herself around him like an octopus. Her erect nipples scraped his chest, rendering him weak with lust and adoration. He wanted her. Desperately. Every cell in his body craved for his Ira like a breath of air. The desire to become one with her was so strong, he couldn't bring himself to lift a limb to separate from her. Still. Amidst the heat and desire, there was a nagging awareness that it couldn't be. He couldn't sleep with her in her current state. If he did, and his Ira found out... "Hot! Zain, please help me! I'm so hot!" He had been fighting with himself to maintain a silver of control. To not sink and keep afloat in the hazy flame of need that threatened to engu
***Mature Content*** Making love to his Ira was nothing like he had experienced before. And Zain had more experience than he would care to remember. In the years after her disappearance, the night they spent together tormented him to the point of madness. He went from woman to woman, trying to re-experience the euphoric pleasure of their one night marriage, without much success. Big breasted or round bottomed, virgin or experienced...no matter which type he slept with, they gave him nothing but a feeling of lethargy. Hell! After multiple times of doing the deed, only a feeling of hollowness occupied his heart. How was he to know the experience with his Ira wasn't the result of physical release, but mental and spiritual fulfillment? It was because he loved her that what he felt was so extraordinary. So irreplicable. Her inner walls contracted around his strained member, causing him to tremble on top of her. Zain released a strangled gasp and pushed into her cave, filling her comp
***Mature Content*** Making love to his Ira was nothing like he had experienced before. And Zain had more experience than he would care to remember. In the years after her disappearance, the night they spent together tormented him to the point of madness. He went from woman to woman, trying to re-experience the euphoric pleasure of their one night marriage, without much success. Big breasted or round bottomed, virgin or experienced...no matter which type he slept with, they gave him nothing but a feeling of lethargy. Hell! After multiple times of doing the deed, only a feeling of hollowness occupied his heart. How was he to know the experience with his Ira wasn't the result of physical release, but mental and spiritual fulfillment? It was because he loved her that what he felt was so extraordinary. So irreplicable. Her inner walls contracted around his strained member, causing him to tremble on top of her. Zain released a strangled gasp and pushed into her cave, filling her comp
***MATURE CONTENT*** So hot! So tingly! I'm so hot and tingly I can barely stand it! This woman's a torture. Zain grabbed the arms coiled around his neck and tried to disentangle her from him. Tried, but was unsuccessful. As Naira turned in his arms again, he tumbled on the bed, and she straddled him, then wrapped herself around him like an octopus. Her erect nipples scraped his chest, rendering him weak with lust and adoration. He wanted her. Desperately. Every cell in his body craved for his Ira like a breath of air. The desire to become one with her was so strong, he couldn't bring himself to lift a limb to separate from her. Still. Amidst the heat and desire, there was a nagging awareness that it couldn't be. He couldn't sleep with her in her current state. If he did, and his Ira found out... "Hot! Zain, please help me! I'm so hot!" He had been fighting with himself to maintain a silver of control. To not sink and keep afloat in the hazy flame of need that threatened to engu
Holding his bleeding hand, the large man smacked the unconscious woman again. Slap! "Bitch! Don't know what's good for you!" "Hey, don't beat her. It'll leave marks." Seeing she had finally stopped struggling, the other man chuckled and carelessly tossed the woman over his shoulder. "Brother, let's go and enjoy ourselves. This bitch almost bit off your hand. You can bit off her nipples..." His words had barely died when a gust of wind blasted his face, then a ball of fire slammed into his back. Lurching forward, he lost his hold over the woman and crashed to the ground. He howled and rolled, screaming in agony as the flame burned his hair and licked his skin, melting his flesh, before reducing him to ashes in mere seconds. The large man, who had yet to react to the sudden attack, turned pale with horror at the sight of his companion reduced to ashes and bones before his eyes. He stumbled backwards and fell on his ass, scanning the darkness with horrified eyes. "Who...who is it?
"I need to impress her. I need to impress her..." Zain wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. His heart raced with nervous anxiety as he tried to think of a way to impress his Ira. "Should I get her favorite snacks? No, she can get them herself...then..." What can he get her? His Ira didn't desire much. In fact, for as long as he had known her, he never saw her show much interest in anything other than singing and cooking. Of course, there was also the fact that she took it upon herself to take care of him. Zain sighed, and rubbed his temples. He felt like he was missing something, an important puzzle related to him and his Ira that held the answer to all his questions. But no matter how hard he tried to recall what it was, his mind came up empty. Deciding he needed a stimulus to boast his courage, he went in search of something to drink. At his departure, a wave of disappointment washed over Naira. This was the first Full Moon banquet after their separation 7 years ago. Though sh
Dave slunk into the shadows, leaving Celia on her own. The night deepened, and the moon rose into the sky. As more and more pack members gathered on the Supreme Ground, the crowd merrily mingled together and the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Approaching one of the omega servants, Dave beckoned her to a corner and handed her a vial. "Add this to the drink of the Werewolf Mistress." "This...what is it?" "You don't need to know." The omega fell silent for half a breath, then resolutely nodded her head. "Is there anything else you need me to do, Legent Dave?" "Don't make any mistake. And...make sure no one sees you." "Yes, Legent." "Then go." Dipping into a bow, the omega turned and scurried into the group of servants heading to the bonfire with drinks and snacks. Dave glanced at the giant Stone Palace, his fists clenching and unclenching as complicated emotions flickering in his eyes. "I'm doing the right thing. I'm doing the right...thing..." He wasn't doing this becaus
"Dad, it's only a banquet. Why are we dressed like this?" Zanai frowned and pulled on his tie. "What do you know? Men must wear a tie to impress women. So even if it's only a banquet, a tie is a must to attract all the attention." Zanai scanned his dad, who was wearing white pants and white shirt with a black tie, from head to toe, and said with a disdainful sneer, "Oh...I forgot you still need to win mom's heart." "You...what's with that look on your face? Are you looking down on me, brat?" Zain's face turned dark, looking slightly offended. "Shouldn't I? It's been two days, and you still haven't come up with a plan to make mom look at you. Mr. Zain Adeel, I'm telling you right now. If you lose your wife to another man, you'll also lose your son, because I'm my mom's protector." Zanai paused, and with an afterthought, added, "I also can't call myself the son of a loser." Then under the dumbfounded expression of his dad, he straightened his tie and left the room. "You...you...you
"Members of the Riverside Pack, tonight is the Full Moon Banquet. In honor of the Werewolf Mistress and her new personal guard, the pack will celebrate before a bonfire to thank the Moon Goddess! So bring your family to join your pack members on the Supreme Ground of your Vampire Lord!" Hearing the words of the Head Elder, the crowd immediately broke into an uproar. "Did I hear this right? Are we having the Full Moon Banquet on the Supreme Ground tonight!?" "You heard it right. The rumors in the pack must be fake. Why would the elders give this woman so much honor and respect if she's a wolf-less trash?" "Right, right. The Ruling Council cares more about the bloodline of the future Vampire Lord than we do. If they're letting this woman marry the Vampire Lord, then there shouldn't be any problem with her." Arriving at this conclusion, the members of the Riverside Pack began to reevaluate themselves and the situation of their pack. If it was only the Vampire Lord who wanted to make
"He would've made a great alpha." Elder Nivane regretfully shook his head."With his abilities, he still might." The red-haired elder smiled and looked at the young man with appreciation and anticipation.Sensing a hidden meaning from his words, the other elders began to pay more attention to the young warrior.In the next few rounds, witches and faes, werebears and leopards, vampires and alpha blooded wolves intermittently took the stage, ending in the victories of the fae, werebear, and alpha warriors. Before long, the second round of the competition concluded."Warriors of Riverside, this is the final round of the competition. The victor of this round will become the personal guard of the Werewolf Mistress. So do your best and strive for the honor!""Yahhh!""Warrior Nate!""Go Hamsa! Bring honor to the Fae!"Under the deafening cheers of the crowd, the third round began. A werebear and alpha male warrior started the first round of three. Without much suspense, the alpha bloodline
Zain felt strange. Just a second ago, he had been bleeding profusely and couldn't get back on his feet from the numbing pain in his arm and thigh. He was determined to win, so he acted as if he sustained grave injuries and remained on the ground to wait for an opportune moment. He had the ability to take down the pack of miscreants. But his chances of victory would decrease if he exhausted himself before the second round of the competition began. Not to mention, he would gather too much attention to himself if he single-handedly defeated the various warriors. So acting gravely injured was his best tactic. But while he was playing the role of a wounded warrior, a tingling sensation transmitted from the areas of his wounds. Within a few seconds, the flow of blood from his injuries decreased, then completely stopped. 'What sorcery is this!?' In the world of supernaturals, there was no such thing as instant healing without potion. Wolves and other shapeshifters had strong recovery abil