Xavier opened his eyes after a while, breathing heavily as he thought of how unfortunate he had become. He felt compelled, even controlled by this little thing in front of him. Her scent, her body, her reactions all drew him into a vortex of desires he despised. "I didn't want a mate," he said in a gruff voice, "and you gave me one, you damned goddess!" He punched another hole into the wall and Violet whimpered fearfully. Xavier turned his attention to her, and his eyes clouded with anger as he bit out, "I should kill you now and make my life less miserable than it already is. The very idea of having you as my mate disgusts me on so many levels." *** The alpha of blood moon pack is as ruthless as they say he is, torturing his enemies till they beg for death, attacking packs and killing their alphas to expand his territory. Xavier, the ruthless alpha, wants no mate. He calls it a curse rather than a blessing from the moon goddess. His whole world was just darkness until he met her... Will Violet become one of fate's cruel victims?Will Xavier let his dark past affect his heart?Will the two accept each other and be together till the end?
View MoreAfter the implantation of the soul light, Xavier could already feel the change in the atmosphere. The silent fear of getting their souls sucked out of their bodies had quickly dissipated and the members of the pack were back to training out in the open freely and performing their duties with ease. It was safer for them now. The environment was safe and calm, but Xavier knew that was far from the truth.He still has a large pack to defend from potential rogue attacks sent by that brazen bastard, Demitrey, and was yet to find out his motive for joining Antonio, and why Antonio agreed to it. There was also that vampire that surrendered more than being captured. Xavier had interrogated him several times, but he was as solid as rock. Resisting under the most basic tortures.The thought of finishing him off right then and there stabbed his head countless times, but he knew better. That vampire had been sent by Antonio of course, and even though he wanted to snuff the life out of him, he co
"Larissa!" Violet screamed.The red blood that streamed from the assault made on her wrist quickly flowed like water pouring from a bottle. Violet's head shot up to look at the witch in disbelief as tears of pain and confusion stung her eyes. She glanced at the open cut not knowing what to do. She was torn between scooting backwards to put distance between her and that crazy witch, and preventing her blood from soaking the hospital's immaculate white sheets.She moved to cover her wrist to stop the blood flow, but Larissa slapped her hands away and squeezed her wrist tightly, making more blood ooze out.Violet yelped painfully and made to pry her hands off her. "What are you doing Larissa?!" She grunted, still trying to free herself from the witch's death grip. "Are you trying to kill me?!""I'm trying to take your blood, what does it look like I'm doing?" Larissa responded crisply, eyes narrowing at the blood. "And as for trying to kill you, no, but that could be arranged later.""Le
Everything looks familiar. She'd been here before. The own penetrable darkness that' surrounded her was a strong giveaway, but unlike last time she wasn't filled with the calmness she saw desperately wanted. There was rising panic going through her body. Violet sat up from where she lay to look around and the water that surrounded her body rippled away. More darkness. She wanted to leave but had no idea where to or why. She opened her mouth to call for help but only a warm gust of breath left."Come to us… save us."Like words being chorused by a hundred men and women, the words shook Violet, demanding her attention. It was loud and hoarse.Violet whipped her head around searching for the source, but was utterly confused when all she could see was darkness full stop. The voice filled her with a sense of familiarity yet she did not know what it was, or why it addressed her in such words."Who are you?" Violet heard her own voice echo in the void, asking the question she hadn't thou
A faint music with the softness of expensive silk hummed gently in the dimly lit room barely illuminated by the red lamps at the four corners. Several plastic candles with dim lights sat idly on the scarlet clad vintage tables and next to the walls, but the smoke that settled in the atmosphere did well to dull their lights.They emanated from the bowls of burning incense placed on both sides of the room giving the atmosphere a very euphoric vibe.Women in light, skimpy dresses seductively swayed their hips in tune with the hypnotic music. A fine number of bare pale skins dancing in different yet synchronized movements.A lazy smirk played on his lips as he watched their slow dances. It'd been quite a while since he'd treated himself to something nice.Antonio sipped his glass and leaned back with a satisfied smirk. Nothing tasted better than the blood of a young child. He had no use to kill the child for blood of course and could just take some from his blood bar anytime he wanted, bu
"Of course the foolish bastard wouldn't listen. He's brought his own death on himself, especially with that bloodsucker," Xavier grunted, shaking his head slightly, a deep frown settled permanently on his forehead.He walked through the dimly lit corridor with Ezekiel and Zain at his sides, looking as pissed as he was. Another vampire and rogue attack in two months. The serenity of his pack was now disturbed by these creatures who seemed to be getting bolder and bolder each day."Perhaps, my message last time wasn't clear enough for both of them." He worked his jaw slowly, while trying to keep his anger at bay. The bloodsucker had always been a problem from day one, but he still hadn't figured out why he'd teamed up with a werewolf. Demitrey's motives were clear as day; he wanted him dead and he wanted his territory as well, but as for Antonio, what could Antonio possibly gain from the alliance save having him dead, which was impossible.Antonio liked to play dirty, so did he, but An
"You came!" Ash whispered excitedly to Violet who ruffled his hair. "I didn't think alpha would let you attend this funeral with other werewolves around," Mila whispered into her ear, then fixed Ash's hair, "it's a sign that he's beginning to warm up to you." Violet raised her brows at Mila's words, recalling how Xavier had ordered and threatened her to attend. If that was his way of warming up to people then she'd rather he remained cold to her. "I doubt that he's beginning to like me or whatever. He's still a self-centered jerk," she replied and glanced behind her, and sure enough his scowl was a clear indication that he'd heard her. Unfortunately, she didn't care.She looked away from him and examined the pile of wood stacked far from the podium. It was stationed well enough for everyone to see. "What's with the pile of wood?""It's the burn pile. That's how werewolf funerals are done, although we rarely ever perform them. If there are no bodies of the deceased then we gather a
It was a cool evening, the wind was calm, as well as the environment. Xavier watched the funeral space behind the blinds of his office window, golden rays illuminating his tempting features, while he turned his drink between his fingers.All the black clothings, wooden podium, and stacks of dried wood poked at a memory he'd buried down in layers of hatred. He wasn't mentally comfortable with having a funeral in the pack, but here he was deliberately torturing himself with the scene.He didn't think a lot of people would attend a sudden funeral at his backyard and he hadn't made it compulsory, but the five alphas, and a huge number of people were walking about down there, speaking in subdued tones and mourning quietly. "Ugh…" he scoffed, moving away from the window to his chair. He didn't want to go and no one would question his absence, but since he partly planned this little torture, he might as well see it through. "I don't even have a reasonable role in this…" he grunted and poure
A few days had passed since the attack, and a calm, but sad atmosphere had settled in place of the tension. There were more security guards along the borders, and no one was allowed within the vicinity. Ash had been with Violet eversince he'd lost his brother to the dark witch.He had cried for hours unend, soaked two of her sweaters, and never left the room, but she and Mila cared for him. They had both been in his place before.A burial ceremony for all the lives lost from the start of the attacks was currently being discussed and preparations were ongoing. It was not a normal thing for werewolves to get burials with the exception of the alpha and Luna, but a lot of brave warriors that contributed wholly to the pack were gone.On the night of the attack, while Ash was tucked away in Violet's arms, Xavier had entered her room. She felt his strong aura and peeked through her lashes to see him staring at her from the door in the dark. She remembered how emotionless his face was after
"I knew right away that it would cost us greatly to put you in charge of them. A young hot headed and incompetent witch you have proven to be. You have failed–""But supreme Aradia, unforeseen occurrence that the–""SILENCE!"Larissa flinched from power that emanated from Aradia's outburst. The walls shook and dust fell from the ceilings, but the three other members that sat behind the high stone podium remained calm. They only cast blank looks at Aradia then returned their attention to Larissa. Their oversized red cloaks did little to conceal their gray and slightly wrinkled skin, or the power they possessed. Having been around for over a thousand years, their presence was unnerving.Aradia leaned back with a displeased look and quietly watched the young witch before her. "You cannot excuse your mistake, Larissa. Do you know the consequences of your ignorance? Do you, Larissa, have any idea of what doom you have put the supernatural realm in?!" Larissa angrily gripped her dress, fi
Somewhere in Ashket city, on the fifth floor of an eleven floor apartment, in room 58, sat a girl of about nineteen years.Her long black hair cascaded down her back to her waist in light shiny waves and contrasted with her pale flawless skin.She had on a blue denim dress that fit her slim figure and a pair of Nike converse that covered her slender feet.Her thin eyebrows furrowed together in displeasure as her pink cupid lips pouted, showing her disapproval, all the while complementing her heart shaped face and small nose.She bit her lips in anxiety as she read through articles. She had a small frown that deepened more as her eyes moved through the write ups on her laptop.The wind that blew from the window brushed her hair out of her eyes as she watched a YouTube video of life in the dorm.A while later, she removed the video and with a depressing sigh, shut down her laptop.She leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes, trying to process the information jumbled up in her head.
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