Pulp Novels & Stories

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

Ana Pov I woke up sprawled out on the floor. My body felt heavy. It was like all my energy was completely drained. I crawled to my duffle bag desperate for some relief. I dug inside pulling out two bags of blood. My fangs extended instantly and I ripped the bag open greedily downing the room temp liquid. The smooth blood trickled down my throat immediately restoring my vigor. I could feel my strength rush back even more when I gobbled down the second bag. I really wanted another but I was trying to teach myself control; besides I have no clue where the nearest blood bank is.