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A bruise was already blooming along her cheekbone where Lira’s fist had grazed her. He took her injured arm in careful hands. “Hold still.” He leaned in and, without warning, licked the wounds. Elara gasped. The contact was warm, wet, strangely intimate. She felt the faint rasp of his tongue, then something else, warmth spreading, tingling, numbing the worst of the pain. “What are you...” “Werewolf saliva,” he murmured against her skin. “Heals faster than anything human. Especially for mates.” He continued, slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue along each cut. The bleeding slowed. The edges began to knit together before her eyes.

It is too soon! Admittedly, Tatyana was far more familiar with the ways of a vampire, even if the ones she’d lived amongst were mutants. She’d listened to enough conversations and snuck enough books out of Wadim’s library to read in the recesses of the den when no one was around to make her a fairly proficient resource where vampires were concerned. The werewolf, which was also known as the lycanthrope, or lycan for short, was something she knew very little about. Now, she was locked in a motel room on the outskirts of Middletown, New York with a man whose human side hadn’t yet allowed the lycan side to take complete control, but it was a daily battle with him as the cycle of the moon prog

Was someone trying to tell me something? I picked up the opened book and studied the page. It was written by a woman in Australia who claimed to have been in contact with a pack of werewolves who’d allowed her to study them. I remembered how a good deal of it had sounded so farfetched that I’d closed the book with disdain. Now, after having dealt with and dissected one of those vile creatures, I re-read the pages with more interest and a far more opened mind. After leaning against my desk and reading a few more pages, I decided to pick up the rest of the mess that was caused by Max and my little sex tryst and then take the book upstairs with me. I was craving a sandwich and a glass of wi

Feeling my sudden mood Ares pulled me closer to him, his mere presence easing me a little but my mind continued to rage on with thoughts of Cylester. "Mericel sent Cylester and the two wolves to a vampire she owed years ago. Ragus is known to drain the blood of his conquest to feed the other vampires-" I did not want to hear anymore, not when I know the vampire she speaks of. He was somewhat an old friend, okay that was pushing it since the last time I saw him, I was plunging a stake in his woman's heart. She irritated me to no end and called me pretty. Now do not get me wrong, I love a compliment just not one of envy. It was ugly and I hated ugly. Especially when she referred to me as pret

He had kinda told me we are over already. Not to get into a fit of stupidity and call Luca anyway, I sit down and do homework. It is not long before I have to abandon it. How do you concentrate on biology when one's vampire ex has just proclaimed that he will pull your head off ? And one’s werewolf-soon-ex do not bother to talk to you. And one's witch club does not know that one is dating a werewolf, or that one had, for a stupid moment, considered resuming one’s relationship with one’s vampire ex. Somehow the carbon cycle weighs less heavily and seems less important by comparison.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

I retorted. "So, you mean, like there were a lot of wolves wandering at night here in Chicago? Since when? And why didn't I know this?" Jasper inhaled deeply in disbelief. "I thought wolves only existed in New York City?" "Since the world began, Jas. Werewolves, vampires, and other supernatural beings have lived longer than humans. It was debated who comes first. But the truth is, our kinds came first before humans. They were called pure-blooded wolves. Nathali and I were already mixed with human blood. That's why we are called the werewolves."

Anthony's P. O.V I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Ana, the woman I had fallen in love with, was a werewolf. My mind raced with conflicting emotions. I was a werewolf hunter, someone who had dedicated his life to taking down these creatures that had killed my parents. And yet, here I was, in love with one of them.

Her body is more lean and thin, but I wouldn’t underestimate her. Not only was the dinner situation unexpected, but my wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Alora, my beautiful reddish-brown furred wolf, mumbled under her breath constantly. She mentioned mates but then acted confused and said they weren’t mates. I definitely felt a pull to both of the strangers, but it was weak. I agree with Alora’s confusion. The guy was a vampire and the woman smelled like a human yet not, code for witch in my senses. There is no way I could been mated to either one of them, never mind both!

Emily's heart quickened as she realized she was in the presence of a revered elder, a keeper of ancient knowledge. The elder's voice was a melodic whisper that seemed to echo through the depths of Emily's soul. They spoke of the prophecies that foretold the coming of a chosen one, a bridge between worlds that possessed the power to reshape the destiny of both humans and werewolves. With bated breath, Emily listened intently as the elder unraveled the tapestry of history, recounting legends of ancient battles, forbidden romances, and the delicate balance between light and darkness. It was a tale of love and sacrifice, of the choices that defined the fate of their kind.