LOGINWillow Crest, an 18 year old Senior in High School was born with the gift of Premonitions that came in her dreams. As a Light Witch and a black sheep within her own town, Willow is constantly bullied by her peers, both Witches and regular students at her school. Even with her special skills, she is looked down on as the weakest in her Coven, some seeing her as an outcast as her mother was a Light Witch before her, but her father was a normal human being. Plagued with Depression and Anxiety, Willow was ready to end her torment until a fateful encounter with a tall, mysterious man with smoldering gold and red eyes convinces her that life was worth living. Dante Iscariot, a man that walked in the time of Christ. A participant in many wars. An observer to empires both rising and falling. Though civilizations aged, Dante didn't. No matter how many followers pledged their allegiance to him, no matter how many people he turned with his blood, none of them could fill the emptiness that was left inside of himself. Then one day, he met a young woman with short black hair and violet eyes when visiting a small town in Montana. He planned to turn her until he realized that they had a connection far stronger than he ever imagined. Book 1: Fated to the Werewolf King
View MoreSomething felt... off.Willow pulled away from Dante as he ran his fangs along her throat, his hands gripping at her hair and thigh. Her eyes flew around the room, searching for whatever made her feel strange until her eyes settled on the door. It appeared normal, but there was a strange aura is was giving off that it didn't give off before. The aura was black with a gold hue outlining it."Dante." she said as his tongue ran along her skin."Yes, my love?" his voice dipped low into his throat as his nipped at her ear. She shivered, but forced herself to push past her arousal and sit up, holding the blanket to her chest."Something's wrong." she told him, her eyes glued to the door. He finally sat up, looking from her to the door."What is it? What do you see?" he asks her as she clenched the blanket tightly."I-I don't know. The door. It's giving off a bad aura that it didn't have before." her eyes widened, "I think something was here." she said.
She picked him... After all this time, she ended up picking someone else... Why didn't I act sooner?Roy paced in his bedroom, the tattoo on his arm pulsing like it was its own living being. His room was in disarray with scattered books and papers, his blanket and pillow tossed against one of the walls, even the curtain that covered his window had been shredded. He avoided his parents for the past few days now, but how much longer can he hide the fact that their own son was a murderer? His eyes flew over to his closet where he kept Amanda's motionless heart. He could've buried it, burned it, tossed it into a lake, but had come to the decision of bringing it home.My dear sweet Roy...There was the voice again. It was the only company he had for some time. His own friends disowned him after he confronted them about the incident at the party. Even they knew what was going to happen and chose not to stop it. This voice was his only companion, alwa
Willow sat with the white book in her lap, her fingers gently grazing the soft leather as she hesitated to open it. She felt the familiar warm hand on her upper back as she glanced over to her lover. He nodded slowly, encouraging her to take the next step. She took a deep breath, slipping her fingers beneath the cover and opened it. For a second nothing happened, but then a bright white light blinded her vision as she felt a force pull her very essence from her body. On instinct she wanted to fight it, but she knew she needed to surrender in order to receive the answers she needed. So, she let go. She relaxed her body, cleared her mind and the intensity of the white light lessened until her vision darkened once more. She felt a cool breeze against her cheeks and the sound of an owl hooting softly in the distance. Crickets sounded around her as she opened her eyes to an unfamiliar scene. Willow found herself in the middle of a clearing in a forest she didn't recognize. The breeze sti
Why did he not feel surprised? Maybe it was because he knew something was off when he intercepted him and Willow at the school. The look in his eyes... They didn't belong to a sweet boy like Willow always saw him as. He looked like a man obsessed, and possessed. Even now as Willow wrapped up her ritual, he saw her shoulder's trembling. He knew she cared deeply for the boy, even loved him before he had come along and shifted the winds of fate."Who is this boy? Why would he kill my little girl?" Amanda's mother interrupted his thoughts. He glanced over to the woman who was slumped against the wall after Willow broke the news to her."He's a student from the same school as Willow, but I'm not sure what his motivation was to do this." Dante folded his arms across his chest."He did it because of what she did to me..." Willow spoke up finally after putting the white sage away."So you did encourage him to do this." Amanda's mother rose to her feet slowly, her han


















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