Novel & Cerita Kris Dreemurr

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

I turn back towards the front and begin getting my stuff out when Kevin plops down next to me. "So where's your little boyfriend?" Kevin mocks. "What are you talking about?" I reply in annoyance. "You know the Draven guy at the festival the other day." Kevin says with a sirk. "You know what they say about the Draven's don't you?" He continues. "They say they are evil vampires and anyone who is around them for too long disappears never to be seen again." He finishes. Suddenly a loud thunk sound comes from my other side and I look to see Victor pulling out the chair next to me. I look back at Kevin who wears a smirk on his face.

After all, it started out as a small flap, then a thud, till it became a thump, then a roar till it got to the extent where I couldn't ignore it no more like I was doing before. It was love, budding like a little flower. Fragile at first, it grew and got stronger till it could finally withstand the harsh breeze without uprooting and falling off. It sure is more than surreal this time, it's deeper and amazing than that. This time, it's euphoria. Like a drug I got addicted to. He's Silas, my drug.

He was still too shocked. “Morning Alpha. Morning Olivia.” The doctor came in and she was a werewolf. She was nearly as large as Desmond which blew my mind. I mean the whole town was taller than I was but she had to be the largest female I had seen. “I am Dr. Kris. I know you haven’t met me before Olivia but I’ve taken care of Alpha for a long time now.” “Alpha, if you don’t mind, I’m going to take her blood work. I know you had a separate issue that you wanted to address.”

he said with a deceptively light smile. My gut clenched. As the personal assistant to Krispin, the lead singer of Blood Rights, Wade had seen it all and probably done it all when it came to the band. He was two years younger than me with a knockout smile and a killer body. He was a fun D/s play partner and left the heavy sadism to Luke.

Someone behind the counter turned up the volume on the TV, and the calm voice of a news reporter came blasting through the speakers. "Two weeks ago, the Alpha of the Lunar Dusk pack declared Drax Freling a fugitive for crimes against the entire werewolf species. Miss Rissa and Miss Lily, whose photographs also appear below, have also been declared wanted, dead or alive, for aiding and supporting the fugitive."

Sleeping was the last thing you wanted to be doing here. There was movement off to his left and he pulled out his pistol, reflexes still sharp even after everything. It was a figure limping towards him, half stumbling. The closer it came, the more he could tell this person was infected—the secretion covering its Hazmat suit, emanating from a hole in the helmet. He could see enough to know that this was Strauss’ assistant, the one who’d thrown herself out of the window.

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

Rather, the smile plastered on his face made me think he actually knew something was about to go on. "I, Drake Douglas, Second in command and Beta of the Blood Moon Pack, would like to take Demiana Ranskahov to be my mate in front of all of you to witness!" Drake announced boldly however the pack fell silent. Damien didn't move an inch and the expression in his face never changed, even as Drake went to took Demiana's hand and brought her up to the stage.