Brian
''Hey, Greggy.'' I said in a sing songey voice as I gingerly laid on the bed. ''Do you mind? I'm busy.'' He snapped at me, annoyance tugging at his tone.
I rolled my eyes. ''That's all you've said to me these past few weeks.'' I said, sighing in defeat. ''You stress yourself out, Greg. It's not healthy.''
''I don't care.''
''Gre-''
''Why don't you go and hook up with Danny and stop annoying me?'' He asked in an angry tone. ''Hook up with Danny? What the hell are you talking about?'' I asked, my face scrunched up in confusion.
''Do you think I'm stupid? Danny's scent is all over you.'' He said, glaring at me. It was always like this whenever I tried talking with Greg.
He always found something to argue about. He knew that I would give up on talking to him once an argument broke out. I wasn't exactly a confrontational person, I would avoid all arguments if I could.
''I didn't hook up with Danny." I said wi
Greg 'No, no, no.' I thought to myself as I ran through the dark woods. I could tell Brian had been through here because his scent still lingered in the air. It was faint and it cut off almost immediately which meant to find him I'd have to put my senses on High Alert. Putting one's senses on High Alert was considered very dangerous because it increased the speed of which one thought at and the speed of which the heart pumped at. Both of those things put on overload would mean instantaneous death but I'd do anything for Brian. I knelt down and touched the ground preparing to get in touch with Terror. I closed my eyes and opened them minutes later. My eyes were blazing bright blue. All my senses intensified. My field of vision spread over miles and miles and my nose picked up each scent weak or strong. The power coursed through my veins, my heart pumping at a fast pace. Strange thing was that I was the one in charge and not Terror. All this power
- A glimpse into the past: King Samael Three stars to the left of the full blood moon, a baby was born. A baby with eyes that could only be termed as evil. His eyes were a stormy colour that resembled that off a sky from which dark clouds bearing destruction hung. They told a tale. A gruesome tale of what was to come and the curse that was to befall the land. Eyes that bared an omen of death and ungodly suffering. His hair colour bore the same colour such as his eyes, his skin a dark shade. Three stars to the left of the full blood moon, a wandering spirit wolf found a worthy vessel. A vessel from which the aura of a conqueror of all lands radiated from. From his birth, King Samael's strength had been prominent. His aura was that of a beast with a strength no other could rival. His upbringing was a hard one. One that was filled with the cruel abuse from men that left stains on his skin and took away his innocence.&nbs
Brian I slowly peeled my heavy eyelids opening, groaning at the excruciating pain that shot through my skull as soon as I came to. I was blindfolded, my hands and feet spread and tied as I laid on a bed. My body ached, my throat the same. I swallowed hard, wincing at the pain that shot through my throat. I let my eyes flutter shut, there was no use in opening them with my ability to see inhibited. The door opened and a figured quietly entered the room. "Hey, Brian. I'm so glad you're finally awake. Are you okay?" She asked, sitting on the edge of the bed before removing the blindfold. Am I okay? What kind of question was that? I was tied up and blindfolded and it wasn't for BDSM. What about that made me okay? "C-Cass? Why are y-you here?" I settled on asking instead, wincing once more from the pain in my throat. Finding out why she was here was more important than getting offended on being asked if I was okay upon getting kid
Greg ''Mate? But I'm a Lone Wolf.'' I said in a defensive tone, shocking Earl. ''Lone wolf? No offense, my king but it's impossible for a king to be a Lone Wolf.'' He replied, his tone carrying confusion. "Impossible? Didn't you say that King Samael didn't have a mate?" I asked, sitting up. Thoughts swirled around my head in a loud disorderly manner. My head was pounding. "King Samael wasn't a Lone Wolf. He just chose to not find his mate. I mean, sure we didn't know whether he even was a werewolf but he wasn't a Lone Wolf that's one thing we know for sure." He ranted in barely audible mumbles. ''What?'' I questioned in shock. "A king needs a mate, concubines to continue on the bloodline. Of course you can choose not to find either as King Samael did. The point I'm trying to make is that a king has a choice that Lone Wolves don't have." He said, I nodded before shaking my head. "Yeah, no." I said, my face contorting in confusion. No one
Brian I woke up to someone gently shaking me. I flinched away from their touch as soon as I full regained consciousness. "Hey, baby." Aaron said, flashing me a sugary smile. "Hi." I said, peeling my eyes open and turning to gaze at him. I shuddered he looked evil. The type of evil you'd expect a sociopath to have. I knew all kinds of evil. The evil of abuse of power, the evil of exploitation and the evil that was the worst of all, Kyle's evil that was brought on by parental instincts and the rage of someone harming his child. "Why did you kidnap me again?" I asked, sitting up and rubbing sleep away from my eyes. "How did you find me? You didn't even know which university I am attending." I said, my eyes fluttering shut. "Don't you wanna eat and wash up first? I promise I will give you all the answers." - "I found you using Jacelynn." Aaron said, intertwining our hands together. "Jacelynn?" I asked, ear
- A glimpse into the past: Queen AkashaIndescribable beauty is what Akasha had. With blood crimson eyes, smooth dark skin and auburn locks. She possessed a sharp jawline that could cut lips that would dare plant a kiss there.Her body an hourglass adorned in only the finest garments in the land befitting a direct descendant of Mother Selena. A royal. A vampire princess.Akasha was the only heir in her present king queen generation. An intelligent, strong troublesome young lady who managed to get herself in messies that only her mother could clean up for herAkasha had the heart of stone, her pretty face rarely getting the grace of a smile. She kept to herself, refusing to socialize lest she was forced to.She disliked the laws put in place, they suffocated her, restricted her. In her dislike, she defied them time and time again.Akasha was a cold vampire whose heart many thought could not be warmed.-T
Greg"Alpha Ian? What makes you think that the Alpha Ian will willingly help us? People as powerful as that always want something in return. I am a Leopard Shifter so I can't sell my soul to his pack." Keith rambled, I looked at him blankly without offering a response."You probably could but you're already part of his pack." He rambled on, pacing back and forth briefly before coming to stand before me once more."What makes me think Ian will willingly help us?" I asked with a tsk, earning a bored nod from him. "He's Brian's father." I said, his eyes widened as his mouth fell open in shock."Close your mouth or a fly will lay eggs on your tongue." He shuddered, glaring at me. "That's disgusting." He said, shaking his head."That's explains a lot, actually. That Alpha Ian is Brian's father." Keith said in a thoughtful tone. "Brian has this air around him that makes anyone in his presence want to submit to him." He said, nodding his head surely
31 Brian I woke up to someone raking their fingers through my hair as they hummed a soft tune. The tune was familiar, I recognized it but it sounded unknown to my ears. A heavy, suffocating cloud of nostalgia settled deep in my chest. I had heard that tune before. Probably from Akasha. With a tired sigh, I peeled open my eyes, turning to gaze at whomever was toying with my hair. Cassandra had a soft smile painting her face. "Hey, darling." She said, her tone smooth and motherly as it had tended to be since my abduction. Her movements didn't halt nor falter, I leaned into her comforting touch with a content sigh. Her eyes carried worry as though something was going to happen soon. Something horrible and out of our control. She sighed softly before injecting me with a clear liquid. The sting of the needle in my neck was barely noticeable as my eyes glazed over almost immediately, the hairs of my body standing up. I felt hot,