“Paris, help me,” Shysie pleaded. “You will be punished for killing a Stella,” Michael hissed, and sped over to rid Paris of any shaman necklace. Michael was careful not to touch Paris, knowing he will give Paris exstra strength if he did. Paris chuckled at the gush of wind that Michael left behind. “I don’t need a shaman necklace. It appears I cannot be compelled.” “Do you know how much danger you are putting all hunters and their half-blood offspring by walking around?” Michael questioned. “I am older than most made vampires. For all they know, I am something like Shysie and Wynn,” Paris stated. “Everyone knows you killed Stella and they want answers. Do you really think they can't put the puzzle together?” Michael spat. “You are putting Ann in danger.” “How will they figure out that they can become day walkers from a half-blood?” Paris got serious. “Truly, what vampire will dare go near a hunter?” Paris challenged. “Talking about Ann. Where is she?” “I am trying to find out,
Ann Willow woke up after a long afternoon nap and enjoyed how the sunset splashed colors onto the white walls of her ground-floor hotel room. She has been wasting her days away instead of focusing on her online studies. According to her memories, she left behind her former life. Angry at her parents, but she does not remember why she ran away near the end of her first year of varsity. She didn’t need them since she had a filthy rich boyfriend funding her. Ann was sure not to go on to her social media accounts, fearing that her parents might track her down. She stretched out her tall body, her skin looking tanned against the white bedsheets, her long dark brown hair scattered over her pillow. What Ann didn’t know was that her life was a lie. She has been compelled by a vampire to forget about the supernatural world. Even though he loved her very much, Paris, a century-old vampire just turned day walker, decided to steal her away and left her on an island to keep her safe from the super
Ann took Wynn to a restaurant within walking distance from her hotel and they enjoyed each other’s company. Wynn spent most of the dinner listening to Ann speaking about her exceptional boyfriend and got a better understanding of how Paris compelled her.Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.‘I should leave today before I fall any deeper in love with Ann,’ Wynn told himself every day, and every day he will tell himself, ‘just one more day.’One evening after dinner, they took their usual night swim in the ocean and when Ann wrapped her arms around Wynn in a playful manner, Wynn misunderstood her actions for romantic intentions and landed an unexpected kiss on her lips.Shocked, Ann pulled away from him, followed by a wet slap. “Why the hell would you do that? I have a boyfriend!” Ann said, shocked, and swam away from Wynn, out of the water.“Ann, I am sorry,” Wynn shouted after her and followed her out of the water.Ann ignored him and rushed over to her hotel room. Sh
Wynn sped over to Prince Edward and there he found Paris working the bar just as Michael told him, unaware that Michael was stalking him.“Last rounds,” Paris called out, and started to wipe down the bar. Wynn left the bar and thought he will wait outside of the pup for Paris to get to the bottom of things.An hour later Wynn watched as Paris locked up with a young woman with him.“Paris got himself a pub?” Wynn asked himself out loud, confused. ‘Why would he do that? He is like filthy rich,’ Wynn wondered and watch the two of them make out before they continued on their way.MONTHS AGO, WHEN PARIS SAVED A WOMAN AND GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD.Paris woke up in hospital and saw a young woman sitting at his side, reading a book. Choking on his ventilator got the woman’s attention.“You are awake!” she stated, clearly shocked. “I will go get the doctor,” she said and rushed out of the room.It was clear that the doctor was as shocked as the woman that Paris woke up.After removing the ventilat
Jenna won’t admit it but she was glad that John (Paris) did not remember anything because she knew that it will most likely mean the end of him in her life.“The doctor said not to try to force it,” Jenna said, putting her hand on his arm. “Come, let me show you my pub.”Paris followed her into her pub that looked like your average hangout spot with dark stained wood finishes.While Jenna was catching up on paperwork, Paris kept Conrad busy by asking him all about beer and alcohol and different cocktails and how to mix them. By nightfall, Paris was serving customers like a pro bartender.“You must be a barman of some sort. I have never seen anyone learn everything so fast,” Conrad said when they locked up with Jenna.“Good night, Conrad,” Jenna said, and together with Paris, they went into the building to go to her apartment.They spent the rest of the week going around town to random parks and popular hangouts during the day in the hope to trigger John’s (Paris) memory and spent the
“Paris,” Katelina answered before Michael could.“He looks like a ‘Paris’,” Jenna said, looking over to where Paris was standing.“He sure does,” Katelina added, making Michael give her a warning look.Paris opened a beer for Jenna and walked over to the side of the bar where she was talking with their returned customer.Paris reached between Katelina and Michael to hand Jenna her beer, making both of them part away from his hand. Paris looked at them, thinking they were behaving strangely.“Thank you,” Jenna said. “These two know you. You are in varsity with them,” Jenna said.“Really?” Paris asked, excited to get more info.“Your name is Paris,” Jenna smiled.“Paris?” he questioned, looking at the two of them. “That is going to take some time to get used to.”“It suits you. It is better than John,” Jenna chuckled.“How did you end up with the name John?” Michael chuckled.“John Doe. Memory loss after a gunshot to the temple.” Paris turned his head to show them the scar.“I didn’t kn
Paris and Jenna spoke to a few students, but all had the same story; they didn’t really know Paris as he was hardly at the varsity.“We should see if you have an online profile, now that we know your name and last,” Jenna suggested on their way home.They got home and after spending a great amount of time online searching for any social media page; they came up empty, but all was not lost. They did find a few deeds that were in Paris’ name and contacted the broker.The broker visited Paris at Jenna’s apartment.“I never thought I will meet up with you in such an area,” Mr. Sanders chuckled after a cup of coffee.Paris explained to him what had happened and both Paris and Jenna were shocked when Mr. Sanders told them that Paris was filthy rich. What Paris does not remember is that every few years, he compelled the broker to believe that Paris was the next generation to inherit his family's fortunes.“So, you mean to tell us that Paris has no family?” Jenna asked after Mr. Sanders told
Despite the fact that Paris was a wealthy man, Jenna insisted on running her little pub herself. Once Paris got over the fact that he was a wealthy man, he realized that being nothing more than a bartender and near the woman he loved was all that he wanted. Over the next few months, they took short holidays to visit Paris’s properties while falling deeper in love and planning their wedding.One evening after closing the pub, the two of them were oblivious to an old friend of Paris that was watching them. Neither one of them noticed Wynn lurking in the dark while they locked up.Back in her apartment, Jenna excitedly walked over to the fridge to tick off the calendar day. “Can’t believe our wedding is only two weeks away.”“I can. These past few months have been dragging. I don’t know why you had to choose a date so far into the future,” Paris complained, opening the fridge to take a few things out to start dinner.“I told you; my father’s sisters are only on holiday then and since the
Every year, when Prince Deacon left for a few days for the higher council, Emily will not follow. When he did not return on his last visit, she got worried and went to find out what was up and if he was ok. Even though she was heartbroken that he found a mate again, she was happy for him. A bit cross about the way he went about it, but nonetheless she was glad that he had a fated mate. Word reached her a few weeks later that his mate Jessica was abducted, and she came to the rescue. She did not expect for her and Deacon to end up making love again, but they did. When Deacon claimed Jessica a few months later, Emily was broken up and ended up in Prince Mano's bed. Present day. (Read Chapter 179 for a recap) After Prince Deacon stormed into Prince Mano's room and caught them in bed together, followed by Prince Mano attacking Prince Deacon, Emily decided to leave them to it. “I am not doing this,” Emily said and left the room. Emily went to her own room, which she has not been in for a
"Why would he betray me? How is he even alive?" Prince Deacon asked, not believing that Kerraelas betrayed him. 'I don't know why or how. I knew he was not dead, but I don't know why he gave your parents the information,' Wynn mind linked. "My mother killed, -never mind, I see he is still alive." Prince Deacon was about to tell Wynn that his mother killed the Shaman but then he saw in Wynn's mind that they made contact. "Where is he?" Prince Deacon asked, wanting to know where the shaman was. "I told him to go to the nearest town North," Wynn said, finally able to speak. "Guess he didn't listen," Prince Deacon said, pointing at the wolf they both recognize as the Shaman in full wolf form. The shaman finally regained his strength and managed to complete his shift. Wynn took the backpack off his back and took out his spare pants and threw it at the Shaman. The Shaman shifted and put the pants on. "I think the neighbor just saw me do that," the Shaman said, looking at Princess B
Two of Queen Lana’s guards ran into the house and force him outside.“Let me die with her!” Prince Deacon demanded, trying to get back into the house.In the distance, you could hear the fire brigade. Prince Deacon knew that there was nothing saving the house or Emily now.The Shaman pretend to be dead for as long as he could and started to crawl out of the burning house, towards the kitchen, hoping that it had a back door like all houses.With his hand on his throat, he started to run through the backyard before climbing over the first wall. ‘That b*tch, I have been serving here for over a millennium and she just tried to kill me as if I am nothing? I will end her,’ the Shaman vowed, ‘but first I need to survive; I need to find Wynn.’ The Shaman went rogue the moment his throat was slit so that Queen Lana and the pack will think him dead.The shaman took out his phone and called Wynn but he was barely able to speak so he put the phone down again and tried to type with one hand while
“There you are. What is that face for?” Prince Deacon asked, when he came into the room, Emily standing with just a towel around her. Prince Deacon had a bunch of red roses in one hand and a guy that looked in his mid-thirties next to him.“Go wait downstairs,” Prince Deacon ordered the guy.“I am not hungry,” Emily said, knowing the guy was to feed on.“But today is your feeding day,” Prince Deacon said, laying the roses down on the vanity table before turning to Emily, and putting his hands on her shoulders, “what is wrong?”“Just thinking about how you have no children and deserve to have children,” Emily said, her eyes sad. Emily decided not to tell him about Wynn’s phone call, knowing he will just make them go on the run and she does not want him to spend his life on the run.“Do you want children?” Prince Deacon asked with a frown.“Does it matter since I can't have any?” Emily asked.“We can get a surrogate,” Prince Deacon reminded her of the time period they live in.“Forget I
The year 2000 and something “I thought you were dead,” Queen Lana said, sitting up on her royal throne when she saw an old acquaintance. “Kerraelas, old friend,” King Makens said, standing up from his throne to greet his Raven friend that looked as young as he does. After the embrace, King Makens signaled his servants to come closer. “What do you want to drink? Are you hungry?” “I am not staying long,” Kerraels said. “Where have you been all this time?” Queen Lana asked. “Does it matter?” Kerraels asked. “What brings you here? A warning? What has your foresight shown to you?” King Makens asked, looking at the serious expression on Kerraels' face. “I have seen many things to come,” Kerraels said. “I heard someone sighted you,” Queen Amirah said, walking in, Prince Andre at her side. “Queen Amirah,” Kerraels said, taking her hand and kissing it. “Prince Andre, how is hybrid life treating you?” Kerraels turned his attention to Prince Andre and shook his hand. “It has its perks
Princess Freda realized that she will have to hide out for a while and birth her children first before attempting to find Emily so she slowly made her way to the nearest harbor to board a ship to Europe and from there it was slow and hot, uncomfortable journey to Egypt. Even though she knew it was risky staying at Queen Zuberi’s palace, she didn’t know where else to go and luckily for her, the palace still carried Gabriella’s spell. Princess Freda was well taken care of by Queen Zuberi’s servants, none of them knowing that Queen Zuberi was dead and she thought it best not to enlighten them, for the sake of her twins. A few months later she gave birth to two healthy babies and instead of finding Emily, she decided it can wait as there was a raging human World War Two going on and the last thing she wanted is to get caught in the crossfire leaving her children without a mother. She was not sure if they were like King Lowe or King Thorvald and knew it will still be a few years before she
‘No!’ Princess thought. ‘King Thorvald is bringing Phoebe over to you,’ Princess Freda mind linked King Lowe desperately. ‘What?’ King Lowe mind linked her back as the door to his cell opened. “She is ripe. Try not to kill her, you don’t want to upset your mate,” King Thorvald laughed, ripping Phoebe’s made-shift dress off her, making her gasp. “Don’t do this,” King Lowe pleaded, smelling Phoebe, feeling his animal instinct ripping through him uncontrollably as he shifted into his werewolf form as the moon reached the tower. “Go on, have s*x with him,” King Thorvald compelled Phoebe before leaving. “No, stay away,” King Lowe yelled. ‘Please control yourself, think about me, please don’t hurt her,’ Princess Freda pleaded in a mind link. ‘She will have to kill me,’ King Lowe mind linked Princess Freda back. ‘There must be another way,’ Princess Freda pleaded. "We claimed each other. Is our bond not strong enough?" 'On a full moon, werewolves can't control themselves,' King Lowe
“How are my two love birds doing?” King Thorvald asked, walking into the cell. “She needs a bed,” King Lowe said, referring to Princess Freda that already looked uncomfortable with her swollen belly. “Whose babies do you think she is carrying? Mine or yours?” King Thorvald asked, putting his ears to her belly, listening to the two babies’ heartbeat. “Get away from her,” King Lowe growled, fighting against his restraints that have been secured to the wall again. “Come,” King Thorvald compelled Princess Freda to follow him. “Where are you taking her?” King Lowe demanded to know. “Didn’t you just demand a bed for her? I am taking her to a bed, my bed,” King Thorvald chuckled. “I am going to kill you!” King Lowe shouted. “Not if I kill you first,” King Thorvald said, grabbing Princess Freda from behind, holding her in a chokehold, and rubbing his hands over her belly, “if these babies are yours, I will no longer have the need for you.” Princess Freda doesn’t fight him, knowing if
King Thorvald went back to the castle and straight to the tower to give Princess Freda the bad news. “Someone is coming. You have to leave now,” King Lowe pleaded with Princess Freda. “What if this time they notice you are not chained to the wall?” King Lowe asked. “What does it matter? I can still break my chains,” Princess Freda said. "Besides, I am compelled not to try and escape. That is why I have to wait for my friend so that she can bring me a shaman necklace,” Princess Freda said. The door opened and King Thorvald walked in with a big smile on his face. “Bad news. I have found Phoebe.” Princess Freda hung her head in defeat with no response. King Thorvald walked over to her and took her arm, bringing her palm to his mouth before sinking his teeth into her. After drinking his fill, he ripped her dress off her and wiped his mouth with it before turning to King Lowe, “Perhaps now you won't be able to resist her.” “He can not even reach me, you moron,” Princess Freda spat, n