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Daughter of the werewolf king Volkan Knight and the summoner of death Thora Valentine. . . . . . Stay tuned! Book 1 To be continued. More chapters to go.......

MATTEO RODRIGUEZ Matteo Rodriguez has just gotten back from his morning exercise. His body dripped of sweat and smelt of fresh leaves and of woods. He marched straight to the fridge and grabbed a sachet of packaged blood. He tore it open with one bite and gulped the whole content at a go. He wheezed out air and hissed noisily with a squeezed face. There was nothing better than drinking human blood.

Doctor Greg gave a half-shrug and ignored his questions, "Do you know why I'm telling you this little secret?" Trevor shook his head slightly and grimaced. "It's because it's not useful to you. You have a minute to live on earth. I wish to keep you Alive to complete my research, but the gravity of your sin is much, and I can't risk my relationship with the governor." Dr Greg pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Trevor. Trevor shut his eyes. He'd be dead soon, and Kira wouldn't be able to save him as planned. But he wasn't giving up. Despite the blurriness clouding his vision, he'd fight to the end, even if he died.

That name sounds awfully familiar. I raised my hand to stop Jameson from blabbering. He is talking like an automatic rifle. “Hold up, who’s mine and who’s Griffin and what DNA? Did you do something, James? I swear to God if you cheated on Eve-” He took a step back, shaking his head vigorously. “No, no, no. I would never do that. Griffin, the boy on the file. Ren’s son...” ~~ AN, Evan is out. Please follow my Instagram account for updates on my ongoing books. https://www.instagram.com/castiel_lj/ Much love, ljxx

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

He places his hand on his shoulder and smiles unwilling to let him go. "Grandpa, I really need your help." Blake hangs his head, his eyes threatening to perk with tears. "What's going on Blake?" Blake's grandpa frowns, his voice going from a cheerful tone to a more melancholic tone. "Grandpa, those archives you told me to look over, you were right. You were right about all of them. There's a vampire by the name of Damian who is seeking revenge on our pack. But that's not the only thing I fear." He sits with his grandfather inside at the table.

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

Alpha Anders Time went by too slowly. Grey wouldn’t stop talking about having dinner with Harley. Admittedly, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was funny, because on the surface, Harley wasn’t like any of the she-wolves I had dated or the ones that I was typically attracted to. And when I say on the surface, that was exactly what I meant. Probably stereotypical of me, but I had typically been attracted to tall, busty blondes. Harley was tall, but that was where it ended. She had long, black hair, similar to my own. Her eyes were the brightest blue, and I could only imagine that they would get even brighter as she actually started eating and being able to take care of herself. It seemed l

He placed it closer to his face and started to read aloud. Dear Alpha Damien, I am writing this letter to you to inform you of the evil that Ariel 's family committed against you. I am very sure you know that I'm talking about nothing other than the murder of your beloved parents and how it was carried out. I am writing this because I believe you have the right to know about the events that transpired that day because it is your right to know it and after all, you are the son of the murdered people. You are also the Alpha of this pack, and since I owe my allegiance to you, I resolved that you need to be informed of this. I have been trying to find the courage to do this for years but now tha

Sienna whispered behind me, “That was suspiciously easy.” She then squeezed my arm. “I’ll be right here.” I followed the woman down the hall. Victor Hargrove stood when I walked in. He looked to be around his late sixties. Silver hair. Suit that fit well enough to be expensive. A watch worn loose on his wrist in the specific way of men who want you to notice it without seeming like they want you to notice it. And a smile, the kind that immediately made my skin itch. His eyes moved over me slowly. Too slowly. The full, unhurried sweep of a man who had decided he had the upper hand before I opened my mouth.