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She was one of the most beautiful Luna among the all werewolf pack around us and she was like the pride of my father and everyone in the pack, but that was before I was born because I turned out to be her replica. I got my white hair from her and also the plum lips. We also shared the same velvety eyelashes with slender eye brows. I was her resemblance but many always pick out me as being more beautiful with my rapture-blue eyes which looks like the beautiful ripple in the ocean. All that were in the past when our lives were still normal. Now it seemed to have all come to and end. The recent attack and this war had put us in a dilemma that we can't even sleep well at night. At times, my moth

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

Ginger "Take her away" I ordered as the other maids hurriedly drag her corpse away. It was the maid that wanted to tell on me and I had us f*cked her died. She has been in lock up for weeks without food and water but I still f*ck her that way, her cries and pleads are just music to my ears each time I f*ck torture her it was hell for her before she gave up the ghost but I cared less. Just then miranda and summer came in as one of the maids mistakenly bumped into summer "watch it idiot" summer yelled as the maid immediately went on her knees "I'm so sorry ma'am" she pleased and i watched summer licked her lips at the sight of the maid breast peeking under the maid's uniform "summer" I called

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

After I was done I got into my pyjamas and tucked myself to sleep,then went to dream land. I ran swiftly on the forest ground, my heat thumped rapidly. I felt chills upon my skin as I kept running. I could still hear their claws, just as I felt I had lost them, I stopped to catch my breath, I took a look around trying to see if I was in the clear. Then the crunching of dried leaves from behind me was heard. I was surrounded by all five of them, all of them fully transformed, I stopped moving and watched them slowly, I examined their movement then lifted my hands at them, my eyes bloodshot, veins popping out and hair standing, I felt something in me begging to be realeased, I grabbed two guys

The sickening stench of rotting roses chokes the air as the bloody hurricane instantly dive-bombs the roaring werewolf. But I am already gone. The second Arlo screamed, I grabbed my VIP client by the waist and vaulted backward off the shattered balcony. Above us, Liviel hovers lazily in the night sky, streaming the carnage like a movie. Inside the room, the fight is a terrifying, high-speed blur of violence—razor-sharp claws tearing desperately through a screeching hurricane of blood-mist bats. Then, a deafening howl shatters the night. The blood hurricane is violently blown back.

But none of these strange things stuck to me the way the strange breathtaking girl did. The girl with the snow white skin, and long gray hair, you'd think it wasn't real. True, that she hadn't said a word to me, or even spared me a glance... but her presence was suffocating. Cold. Ethereal. Distant. Like she belonged to another time, another world entirely. She was the kind of character you'd see in horror movies. Her porcelain skin made me remember the vampires from the "twilight" movie, and that thought made me shudder.

Neither of you have anything to lose or anywhere to be so you cut the pleasantries and dive right in to your childhoods, parents, lovers, heart breaks, illnesses, and on and on. Before the two realized it, the sun was almost gone. B looked down at her bandage. A thin line of blood trickled down her wrist. Now he felt close enough to lick her, close enough physically and mentally. “Here, let me fix that.” He reached for her hand and brought it to his lips. A coy, inviting little smile slid across her face. Holding her gaze and her hand, B licked the line of blood until there was more on him than her. With blood still wet on his lips, she moved to kiss him like a shark coming for bloody chum.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

Nothing else can be used to describe me except as a cursed, unfortunate, and miserable wolf who got her gene mixed with that of the vampire, our enemy. Let me give it a try, then... I took a deep breath and drew my mouth to the side of her next, and in flashes, the memories of those dreadful moments of my birthday rushed in like nightmares, hitting me with the realization of the killer I was. I began to tremble, scared that I would do the same to joy. The memories of seeing myself sucking life from an innocent soul were really heartbreaking, and as my lips touched her neck, I pulled out in a snap, panting as sweat covered my face.