First Blood Novels & Stories

The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows over the crowd, its warmth heralding the start of a new beginning. The Prime Alpha, tall and imposing, stepped forward. His voice echoed through the square, strong and clear. “Today, we bear witness to the rise of a new Alpha of Blackclaw,” he began, his eyes scanning the sea of people. "A new Alpha King who has proven himself not only by blood, but by strength, by honor, and by the love of his people."

My fingers glided and explored as she held me captivated. I reached down between her thighs, letting her soft pubic hair tickle my palm as I searched her folds, going further this time. I held my breath as my finger breached her for the first time, my heart beating out of time as part of me still couldn’t believe that we were here, that I was doing this to her, with her.

“I cannot wait to watch how far you go.” My first day at my new job, I wake up early to shower, change, and do my makeup. I’m too excited to sleep, so I end up ready for the day a full hour before I have to leave. I try to abide by my father’s golden rules, saying I shouldn’t arrive neither less than or more than fifteen minutes to any appointment. But I can’t sit still and end up getting to the news company building a full thirty minutes before work is set to start.

Ironic. The thought dragged a dry, humorless laugh from my throat. It echoed in the sterile silence of my office, a place that smelled of lemon polish and an underlying decay. My vision was now swimming on the edge of a crimson haze, each blink more laborious than the last. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and I curled them into fists, nails digging into my palms—useless pain that did nothing to steady me. Then it hit me: Bloodmatch. The name pressed against my consciousness like a shadow that refused to lift, a curse and a promise all at once—dangerous, illicit, irresistibly seductive.