The House Beneath the Blood Moon
Samantha Hale thought she had it all — a perfect marriage, a thriving career as a software engineer, and the kind of life that looked flawless from the outside.
Until she discovers her husband is cheating on her… with her sister.
And that her sister is pregnant.
Betrayed. Homeless. Broke.
One night, Samantha enters a radio contest on a whim — and wins an old Victorian mansion in a forgotten countryside town called Willow Creek.
It’s supposed to be her new beginning.
But the house has a secret buried deep beneath its foundations.
When she unlocks the door to the basement, Samantha finds two stone coffins — and accidentally awakens Lucien Varyn, the long-lost King of Vampires, and his enigmatic right hand, Sebastian.
Lucien is dark, magnetic, and far too dangerous.
Sebastian is cold, calculating, and hiding something behind his icy loyalty.
Both are bound to her by an ancient prophecy neither of them expected to come true.
As strange events unfold and old powers stir, Samantha must decide who to trust — and who to love — before the house claims her soul…
Because in Willow Creek, under the glow of the Blood Moon,
the past isn’t dead. It’s just waiting to be awakened.
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Chapter: The architecture of desirSAMANTHA POVWalking back into a tech environment felt like slipping into a familiar language I hadn’t spoken in months. But this time, I wasn't just a fluent speaker; I was the one who wrote the dictionary.LC Corp was a temple of glass and quiet tension. Screens everywhere—alive with data, code, and intent. It didn’t feel like Ethan’s company anymore. It felt like a machine that had forgotten who built its engine.Lucien stayed half a step behind me as we entered the main development floor. He looked like a king pretending to be a CEO, a predator in pinstripes. It was unsettlingly effective—and, if I was being honest with myself, devastatingly hot.“This floor houses application development,” I said, my voice projecting a confidence that made a few developers look up. I felt Lucien’s presence at my back—a steady, radiating heat. “Security layers, predictive systems. Think of it as the nervous system of the company. Though, looking at the latency on those monitors, I’d say the c
Last Updated: 2025-12-21
Chapter: THE FRICTION OF LIGHTSAMANTHA POV I woke up slowly. It wasn't the usual "panic-snap" awake where my brain immediately inventories every threat in a five-mile radius. There was no "where-am-I-who’s-trying-to-kill-me" internal alarm. Instead, there was just… awareness. Soft, high-thread-count sheets. A heavy, humming warmth in the air. The faint, rhythmic vibration of the city waking up beyond the hotel glass. And beneath it all, an unfamiliar, liquid heaviness low in my stomach that had nothing to do with hunger and everything to do with the man in the next room. I opened my eyes. The room was flooded with pale morning light, filtered through sheer curtains into something soft and ethereal. For a long minute, I didn't move. I just breathed. And then, like a tidal wave, the memories of the night before came crashing back. The bath. The total system failure of my brain. Lucien’s arms—strong, cool, and terrifyingly steady—lifting me out of the water. Oh, God. I sat up too fast, the silk sheets
Last Updated: 2025-12-21
Chapter: The Heat of the MomentBy the time we made it back to the hotel, my soul had officially filed a formal complaint with HR. The convention had been a dumpster fire. Ethan was a sentient migraine. Sebastian’s "smile" looked like a shark contemplating a buffet. I had been treated like an intellectual ghost haunting the corridors of my own life's work. I kicked the door shut with a satisfying thud and dropped my bag like it had personally insulted my ancestors. "I need a bath," I announced to the room at large. "A hot bath. A scalding bath. A bath that melts the last twelve hours off my skin and erases today from the space-time continuum." Lucien removed his coat with the kind of precise, controlled grace that usually preceded a massacre or a high-end cologne commercial. If repressed rage were an art form, he’d be the Louvre. "Before you vanish into the vapors," he said, his voice a low, velvet rumble that did annoying things to my pulse, "what would you like to eat? Room service here is... adequa
Last Updated: 2025-12-19
Chapter: The Nice Guy MaskSamantha POVWe didn’t go back to the convention.Not because we were afraid.Because I knew that if I stayed one more minute inside that building—watching Ethan grin while Chloe wore my work like a designer coat—I was going to do something wildly unprofessional.Like throw a chair.Or bite someone.Which, in my current living arrangement, apparently made me culturally appropriating vampirism.The elevator ride up to the hotel suite was silent, but not the comfortable kind. The kind where your thoughts are screaming and you’re pretending you can’t hear them.Lucien stood beside me with that infuriating vampire composure—jaw tight, eyes distant, posture perfectly controlled, like rage was something he kept folded neatly in a pocket.I, on the other hand, was vibrating.The doors opened.We stepped into the suite.And the moment the door clicked shut behind us, I spun.“Okay,” I said, voice sharp, “tell me you also saw what just happened.”Lucien’s gaze lifted to mine.“I saw theft,” he
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Chapter: Polite Smiles, Sharper KnivesSamantha POVThe laptop chimed.Once.Soft. Corporate. Polite.The kind of sound designed to feel harmless—like it hadn’t just delivered a message from a man who considered emotional devastation a hobby.I stared at the screen.Lucien stood behind me, close enough that I could feel his presence without him touching me. Not looming. Not guarding. Simply there—solid, unyielding.The message was short.> You handled yourself well.Public restraint suits you.Let’s see how long it lasts.— SI closed the laptop slowly.“Well,” I said, exhaling through my nose, “that was subtle in the way arson is subtle.”Lucien’s voice was calm. Too calm.“He is testing the boundary.”“By stalking your corporate email like an undead LinkedIn influencer?”“Yes.”I rubbed my temples. “Fantastic. We’ve officially reached the phase where my life sounds fake even to me.”The laptop chimed again.This time, it wasn’t Sebastian.It was an automated calendar invite.GLOBAL IT SUMMIT — EXECUTIVE ACCESSInnovation
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Chapter: Glass Towers and Old TrapsSamantha POVIf someone had told me six months ago that I’d be driving into the city where my ex-husband built his empire—with a vampire king sitting calmly in the passenger seat—I would’ve suggested therapy.Or an exorcism.Or both.Yet here we were.Lucien sat beside me, dressed in black like authority had decided to become corporeal. He watched the skyline rise ahead of us in silence, eyes reflecting glass towers and steel arteries like he was studying a foreign language written in light.“This place smells like ambition and desperation,” he said calmly.I snorted. “Congratulations. You’ve just described capitalism.”The LC Corp towers dominated the horizon—three connected spires of glass and steel, sharp and unapologetic. Cutting-edge. Imposing. Expensive in the way that screamed power.Ethan’s city.My chest tightened despite myself.Lucien noticed immediately.He didn’t comment.He simply rested his hand over mine on the gearshift—brief, grounding, deliberate.“I am here,” he sa
Last Updated: 2025-12-17
The Lycan King’s Rogue Queen
Riley Ashford never wanted a pack, a mate, or a crown. Exiled for her wild defiance, she learned to survive on her own terms: free, reckless, and untamed.
Until the night she is captured by Kael, the ruthless King of Lycans—an ancient predator who rules not just with power, but with fear.
Kael has never shown mercy, never been tempted by women who only wanted his throne. Too docile, too boring, too predictable. But Riley is none of those things. She’s chaos wrapped in sharp teeth and sass, a wolf who dares to snarl in the face of a Lycan.
Forced into Kael’s world, Riley refuses to kneel, turning every humiliation into a battlefield of wit and defiance. But the more she fights, the more Kael finds himself drawn into the storm he swore he didn’t need.
Between deadly trials, court politics, and dangerous rivals who’d kill Riley just to get close to the throne, one truth becomes undeniable:
🔥 She might be his prisoner. She might even be his downfall. But she will never be anything less than his equal.
And the Lycan King has never met a queen like her.
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Chapter: The Morning After Kael Dawn found me awake long before the sun decided it was worth showing up. Veyra still slept — or pretended to. The city liked to linger between reflections, half-dreaming, half-watching, because of course it did. Even its silence was self-aware. Across the courtyard, her balcony door was open. Her wolf form had curled there before dawn, silver-furred and breathing evenly — the picture of peace carved out of exhaustion and pure, stubborn defiance. She was gone now, but her scent lingered — wild honey and nightwind. My mark pulsed once in recognition, a low, steady rhythm beneath my ribs. I hadn’t meant to come to her last night. I’d stood on my own balcony, trying to convince myself that giving her space was the noble thing to do. But space, when it comes to Riley Hale, feels like exile. So I’d stayed where I could see her — nothing more, nothing less — and for the first time in months, I’d actually slept. Not because I wasn’t afraid. But because, for once, I believed she w
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Chapter: The night in VeyraRiley Veyra pretended it didn’t care that I’d kissed the Lycan King in front of its favorite mirrors. Veyra lies. By dusk the city put on its softest light; the river wore silk; strangers looked twice and then politely away like they’d been paid to mind their business. (They probably had.) We should’ve gone back to the guest wing. Instead we drifted—market to bridge to lantern street—letting the city eavesdrop on our quiet. Lumi slalomed ahead, terrorizing pigeons with the zeal of a licensed Minister of Nope. Varyn trailed us with three different ways to say don’t die tonight and the posture of a man resigned to my talent for ignoring good advice. Kael’s knuckles brushed mine. Small touch. Stupid. Devastating. “Careful,” I murmured, not pulling away. “People will think the Lycan King has a heart.” “They already do,” he said. “You won’t stop telling them.” “Public service.” He smirked—the private one. I stole a fast kiss, punctuation-quick. He kissed me back slow, ste
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Chapter: The Hall of MirrorsKael Veyra woke like a blade being polished—hushed, bright, and a little too pleased with its own reflection. By noon, the Hall of Mirrors had filled with courtiers who smelled like money and nerves. The room itself was a geometry problem: a hundred panels of silvered glass angled to catch every breath, every blink, every lie. High above, a skylight dripped white light as if noon had been jarred and poured. Lumi tugged my sleeve. “Ground rules?” “Don’t touch anything that looks like it’s going to ask a personal question,” I said. She nodded solemnly. “So, the whole room.” Riley came to stand at my side—black jacket, bare throat, eyes that had learned to put out fires and start them. I didn’t reach for her hand. I didn’t have to. Choosing to stand here was already its own vow. Solven materialized from a mirror with all the humility of a sermon. Their mask today was half-moon, half-sun, stitched where the two refused to agree. “Majesty. Lady Riley.” A courteous incline. “Veyra th
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Chapter: Mirrors Don’t Lie (But They Flirt)KaelIf anyone asked, I’d call it diplomacy.If I was honest, it was an excuse to breathe next to her without the world watching.Veyra — city of mirrors and masks — was technically neutral ground.Which made it perfect for my plan.No council. No decree. No Daren Vale. Just a dinner that wasn’t supposed to mean anything.Except it did.Because it had been months since Riley’s memories began returning in fragments — a name here, a laugh there — and every time she looked at me, I could see the question she didn’t dare ask:Was I ever yours?So I’d done the stupid thing.The brave thing.The Riley thing.I planned a date.Three days convincing the Veyran council to host us “in the name of diplomacy.”Two hours choosing the restaurant with the most dramatic lighting.And one very long speech to Lumi about not calling it a date out loud.Spoiler: she called it a date out loud.---RileyHe called it “a strategic dinner to reassure neutral territories.”Translation: the Lycan King wants to
Last Updated: 2025-10-29
Chapter: Coffee, Knives, and Other Bad DecisionsRiley Cindrel woke up cranky. You could feel it in the cobblestones — like the whole city had slept in its crown and dreamed of being the victim. Shops opened late. Priests of the "perfectly harmless sunlight" found new excuses to sweep somewhere else. Even the pigeons looked judgy. Lumi and I hit the market before dawn because apparently, revolution requires caffeine. "Ground rules," I said, tugging my jacket closed. "If Ronan tries any noon tricks, stab his cup." "With what?" she asked. "Your eyes." "Copy that." She flashed a smile that could’ve qualified as a war crime. Ronan Vale appeared right on schedule, like a golden sin with good timing. No cape (thank the gods), just that effortless grin people wear when they’ve never lost anything that mattered. He chose a wolf-owned cart — decent choice — the one with coffee strong enough to confess for you. He bowed. To me. To Lumi. Even to the barista, who didn’t bow back and handed him a cup that looked like liquid defiance.
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Chapter: Noon Rugs & Bright LiesKael Dawn found Cindrel gathered beneath its own arrogance. The upper terrace became a balcony of judgment; the square below, a throat full of held breath. Auditors lined our rear flank with salt-knives and moon-ink. Lira held a ledger like a weapon. Varyn posted steel at every arch. Lumi stood at my elbow with an apple and the alert contempt of a cat who’s decided the city is a bad sofa. Riley stepped up beside me. No crown. No cloak. Just a black jacket that made her look like a promise someone would regret breaking. She didn’t need armor; the room changed shape to fit her. “Ready?” I asked. “No,” she said. “Do it anyway.” The bell tolled. I raised my voice. “People of Cindrel,” I said, “by right of the crown and the law we bled to write—hear the record.” Lira lifted the first rug—one of the pale noon-weaves we’d pulled from behind a panel—and snapped it open so the square could see the threadwork stitched in hidden gold. A collective hiss crawled the crowd. “Solar tethers
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