Across town, in the stately mansion that the Percys call home, Dr. Percy Adams sits in his study, his mind far from the present. The events of the day have stirred old memories, long buried beneath centuries of careful control. He stares out the window, his thoughts drifting back to a time when his family was hunted, when survival was a daily battle.His wife, Maria, enters the room silently, her presence grounding him in the here and now. She moves to his side, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you?” she asks softly, her voice a soothing balm to his troubled thoughts.Percy nods, his gaze still distant. “She was our closest ally,” he says, his voice tinged with sadness. “But she let the hunger consume her. I couldn’t save her.”Maria’s hand tightens on his shoulder, a silent show of support. “You saved us,” she reminds him. “And that’s what matters.”He turns to look at her, his eyes filled with centuries of pain and regret. “But at what cost?”
The night air of Clovis City was thick with a sense of foreboding. The scent of pine and damp earth filled the atmosphere, mingling with the subtle undertones of fear that had permeated the city since the arrival of the vampyres. It was a night like any other, yet it carried with it the weight of centuries of secrecy, danger, and the eternal dance between life and death.Dr. Percy Adam, a man who defied time itself, stood at the edge of the city’s forest, gazing into the dense darkness as if searching for something long lost. His face, handsome and eerily serene, betrayed no emotion, but his mind raced with memories of distant lands and the countless lives he had lived.Garten Eden in Zurich was their final sanctuary, a haven where the distinguished vampyres of true nobility sought refuge after fleeing their ancestral home in Falaise—the birthplace of William the Conqueror, the first Vampire, the Original, and the progenitor of them all. Falaise, a fortified town crowned with a formid
The Percy family was not alone in their quest for a new home. Four other vampyre families, each with their own dark histories and burdens, had also sought refuge in Clovis City. They had once lived in relative harmony in the secluded mountains of Switzerland, far from the prying eyes of humanity. But, like the Percys, they had been driven from their homes by the growing suspicions of the mortal world.These families, unlike the Percys, struggled with the temptation of human blood. It was a constant battle, one that many of them had lost more than once. Yet, under Percy’s guidance, they had managed to curb their darker impulses—at least for the time being. Clovis City had become their last hope, a place where they could start anew under the protection of an unspoken truce between the werewolves and the lone vampyre who had earned their respect.The leader of the other newcomers was Anton Vladimirovich, a vampyre of noble Russian descent. He was a formidable figure, tall and broad-shoul
The investigation into the human's death revealed little, but the werewolves grew impatient. Alpha Lucas Smith, Wilson’s father, the leader of the werewolves and the then ruler of Clovis City, summoned Percy to a council meeting to discuss the situation.The council chamber was a large, imposing room, its walls lined with portraits of past werewolf leaders. Percy entered the chamber with his usual calm demeanor, but he could feel the weight of the werewolves' gazes upon him.BBW Alpha Lucas, a towering figure with a commanding presence, sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable. To his left was Bucky Briggs, his Beta and one of the most influential werewolves in the city. Bucky's gaze was cold and calculating, reflecting the growing mistrust that had taken root among the werewolves.And to his right was his wife and Wilson’s mom, Chacaritas Diego—the matriarch of the Smith family—exudes a serene authority that belies her formidable heritage. Hailing from a distinguished
In the dense twilight of the forest, Selena's breath comes in sharp bursts as her paws pound the earth. The wild wind rushes past her, whipping through her thick fur, as though attempting to outrun the turmoil within her. The moon, veiled by the swaying branches of towering pines, casts shifting shadows across her path, mimicking the confusion that consumes her mind.She shifts back to her human form, her bare feet skimming the moss-laden ground. The transformation brings a flicker of relief, but her thoughts remain a tangled snarl. The connection she feels to Valentine is impossible, a maddening enigma that claws at her sanity. Valentine, a vampyre—an outsider, not of her kind, and yet the pull she feels toward him is undeniable, as if the very fabric of her being hums with his presence. But why? How? She has Alpha Wilson, her mate, her sworn protector, and yet her heart beats to a rhythm that is not his.A frustrated growl escapes her lips as she pushes herself harder, running deepe
The first light of dawn filters through the windows when Selena finally stirs. Her eyelids flutter open, her gaze unfocused as she tries to make sense of her surroundings. The familiar scent of the pack house reaches her, and she relaxes slightly, though the pain in her ankle quickly brings her back to full awareness.“Wilson?” Her voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper.“I’m here,” he says, his voice gentle as he moves closer, his presence a solid, reassuring force.“How long was I out?” she asks, struggling to sit up. He helps her, propping her up against the pillows.“Just a few hours,” he replies, watching her closely. “You’re lucky I found you when I did.”She frowns, memories of the attack flashing through her mind. “How did you find me?”“I felt you,” he admits quietly, his gaze locking with hers. “Our bond…it’s stronger than you know.”She blinks, trying to process his words. “Are you stalking me, Wilson?”His lips twitch with a faint smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful you know that” he says. Selena snaps from her trance and thinks to herself This is too surreal—fantastic and eerie at the same time… like my nightmares.She feels funny down there, her Haze almost kicking in… seems he knows how to always summon the god-forsaking sexual craze in her. Her panties already feeling damp down there, and she isn’t surprise to see he has a huge hard on.He moves closer, she can smell his mild cologne, so manly. As he hold her close, pressed against his broad grassy landscape of a thorax, Selena involuntarily leaned in. He holds out her smooth-skinned almost pale face with blushy cheeks with both his hands, and they stare into each other’s eyes.He looks so handsome close-by, she thinks. The storm inside her starts blowing again. Nobody can tell how their lips touch, like there’s an electromagnetic force that drags them together. One minute they are staring like love-struck teenagers, and the next kissing hungrily.His mouth is warm, and h
Memory’s a motherfucker—and as for justice… there ain’t no guarantee either, only the intrigues of conspiracy and the urge for survival entangled in a mocking embrace.Tension is always lurking…lurking at the darkside of the moon. The night is thick with tension as a storm brews in the distance, mirroring the brewing conspiracy that threatens to shatter the balance within the Redbone Pack and all of Clovis City.The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a pale, sickly light over the dense forest that encircles the pack's territory. Every shadow seems to conceal a hidden threat, every rustle of leaves a whisper of impending doom. The air is heavy, pregnant with the scent of blood and betrayal, as unseen forces maneuver in the dark, their motives sinister and hearts blackened by hatred and ambition, and the irrevocable drive for survival.Charmaine’s breath comes in ragged gasps as she dashes through the dense forest, her heart pounding in her chest. The air is thick with the scent of eart