Curious Beasts Red Blend Novels & Stories

**Can be read as a standalone*** Warning ⚠️ ⛔️ Do not read this if you're yet to finish the first book in series, A Baby for the Beast. You'll only get spoilers... 🩸 ... Blurb: ""I sailed a dangerous ship in disguise of a man. To know the truth behind my parent's disappearance, I swore to enter the mysterious palace at all cost. I didn't research. I didn't know what I was getting into.

I glance at the open page in a book next to the papers and begin reading. ‘The blood red wolf is always the first born female of the Drexel bloodline. They have no scent which makes it difficult to track them, however a birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon behind their left ear identifies what they are. Last known blood red wolf, Hannah McKay. Mated to Henri Lavigne of the New Moon Pack in France. Hannah disappeared after Henri died. Cause of death is unknown. New Moon pack no longer exists, members whereabouts are unknown. Upon Hannah’s disappearance she was known to be pregnant, gender unknown.’

I almost smiled until I realized Brian was staring at me strangely. “What?” I snapped, and my beast growled through my voice. Brian squinted his eyes instead and I knew I wouldn't like what would come along with it. “I just need to check… is it you or has your wolf finally taken over? Because whatever expression you have on your face shouldn’t exist.” I took a deep breath. (Why can’t he mind his business?) Fenris complained. “Brian, get out of my face. I want to eat.” “Right, right,” he muttered, stepping back but still inspecting me like I was a puzzle with missing pieces.

The hag whispered, leaning in to whisper in my ear with her forked tongue so that I felt something slither on my neck briefly before her words sent a chill down the length of my spine. “I think it's a hybrid's done it, Mr. Bayes, a Magi. An abomination.” Ma Jules whispered and I inhaled a sharp, burning breath.

She wanted to stimulate him not only visually but also through his sense of smell. There was almost no smoke left in the room, and Harry could see the imitation extinguisher on the floor next to the bed, as well as flavored condoms and other familiar items arranged on it. There were blindfolds, scarves, vibrators, vibrating balls, pots of edible massage gel they had used many times before. That sight heightened the immense excitement he was already feeling after a weekend that had probably been the coldest, in terms of their sex life, since he started dating Kath.

"That depends on you. What kind of food do you like? We have all types of restaurants in the city, or, if you prefer, I can grill steaks and baked potatoes....." Sam jumped in on that. "You got yourself a deal. I haven't had a grilled steak in a long time. Can you do a medium rare steak, or even a medium?" Drake silently chuckled at her girlish enthusiasm. "I can, because that's how I eat mine. I tell you what, you can bring a bottle of some really good red wine and I'll supply everything else. Is tonight too soon?" "No. Its just noon now. Any particular brand you like? Oh, should I bring dessert?" He loved how she was so excited. That boded well for their date.

Her strange eyes were seeing more…As if the dog knew exactly what had happened here tonight. Naked, her body swaying, sweat hot and glistening across her skin, hair sticking to her face and back. Blood smeared across her breasts and stomach. The Beast, silent in my head, content, as he observed the image of her pitching and weaving, a frenzied spirit poised to cavort around the crackling fire, graceful as a dancer and tumultuous as a wild thing born of something old and fierce. If there were nymphs, she was their queen tonight. There was nothing to do but watch, to let the power run its course. Disturbing it would be problematic, I could sense. My eyes raised, falling on the red-tinged celes

“Lunaris stands as a city where every wolf coexists under the same laws. But never forget that the law is only as strong as those who defend it.” The crowd erupted in applause. I couldn’t look away. Even as fear twisted through me, something else, like a magnetic pull, held me still. When the orientation ended, I exhaled a sigh of relief, slipping through the crowd before anyone could notice me. I made it outside, out into the cool night air, where the city had come alive for a festival I hadn’t known about. “Blood Moon Night,” a vendor explained as I passed. “It’s tradition. Every pack celebrates when the moon turns red as it marks renewal, power, and even destiny.”

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.