Michael"You're a hybrid?" Elena asked me and I can see the shock on her face. I already expected that she would immediately react this way the moment I told her that my mother was a witch."I'm not a hybrid, Elena. It's against the law of nature to be both, you can only either be a witch, vampire, or werewolf." I replied to her causing her to raise an eyebrow at me."But I'm a hybrid, I am a witch and werewolf now." I just smirked at Elena when I heard what she just said. She's a fool if she believes that she's now a hybrid. I still think that the spell cast on her is broken because the moment she turned into a werewolf, she immediately becomes a rogue."You're not really a werewolf, Elena. You're a witch and whatever spell your mother cast on you will have an agonizing effect on your body. You're so naive for letting your mother treat you as a lab rat, you're in a dangerous situation right now whether you believe me or not, Elena." I told her ca

Michael"Bastiana's children are the original vampires, she vowed not to witness any of her children get killed again by the witch hunters so she turned them into a vampire. The original vampires can't be killed and they said that they're still out there, disguising themselves, sucking blood on the streets. That's how powerful your mother is, Michael." Elena said and I can't help but feel frustrated with my mother and my father. Why would they hide these things from me and Lincoln? My mother has had a family before and I have brothers and a sister aside from Lincoln. If Elena is indeed telling the truth, it looks like my mother has a lot of secrets that she's still trying to hide from me and Lincoln."What happened to the original vampires? Why did my mother leave them? She never told me and Lincoln we have other siblings." I asked Elena question after another but she just shrugged her shoulder and didn't seem to know the answers."I don't know, that is ev

Michael"Do you want to go back to the cellar?" I asked Elena instead of answering her question if I'm going to take her back to the cellar now. I can see her eyebrows rise as if she was appalled by my question."I'm not going back in there. You only give the rogues one meal a day and your cages are so small that I barely get enough sleep in there because it's too uncomfortable." Elena complains causing me to laugh weakly."What are you expecting in the cellar? It's not a fucking five-star hotel that will serve you three meals per day and a king-size bed, you're not supposed to feel comfortable in there." I replied to Elena but she just grimace at what I just said."You're torturing all those rogues, giving them meals and a comfortable bed is the least you can do for them," Elena said scoffing, and I couldn't help but laugh with a hint of sarcasm in the tone of my voice. I don't get what she's trying to say here. We captured rogues and throw them

MichaelShit! My mate is a rogue. What kind of fucking sorcery is this?>Get back to the cellar, Michael! What the hell are you thinking? Our mate is there.>I refuse to have her as my mate, Kol.Fuck! Rogues are all the same, they're heartless and feral, and I refuse to make one become a luna of the Crescent Moon pack. I will break the bond between us, I will fucking reject her tomorrow and find someone else t

FreyaI take a deep breath when an overwhelming scent of freshly cut vanilla and jasmine, with a hint of honey wafted heavily on my nose. I don't know what's happening but I can feel my body getting excited for some inexplicable reason. The scent gets stronger and stronger as I heard a strange thumping noise getting closer and closer to the door. I stand alert and wait for the door to open.And when it does open, rather slowly, the most amazing, most intoxicating smell consumes me. Looking at the doorway, I saw the most gorgeous man to ever grace this planet. He's tall about 6'5, I'm way shorter than him. He has a ripped and toned body, I can't help but swallow my saliva looking at him with only a black boxer to cover his naked body. His dirty blondish brown hair is in a short buzz cut and messy on the top. His eyes are a beautiful shade of brown, which is reflected in his light tan skin. Since he is only wearing a boxer, I can't help but stare intently at his six-