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In a private mansion of the Ransom clan, a leader, king, of the Lycan dynasty was enjoying his leisure time. The man had sharp blue eyes, jet black hair, with a height of one hundred and eighty seven centimeters. He is King Darius Ransom, a king who has been alone for three hundred years because his partner had to die in the war between the wolf clan and the vampire clan.

Wolves naturally could run for distance, but with her injury distracting her. As they approached the gates, the sound of an explosion happened in the distance. The eerie silence broke with a sudden shock of noise. Yolanda made out through her tears as the first of her team members crossed into their pack’s land within the dream realm. All four wolves made it past the gates. She saw them shimmer as they left the Dream Realm shortly. Yolanda prayed for whatever deity would listen to her. Her grey front paws made it past the front gate and into the pack lands. As the last wolf left in the Dream Realm, she had to gamble with her very existence. As her next step set her hind paws on pack lands, s

I would like to introduce you to RYKER, his wolf CHRISTOPHER and his vampire JACK he is an Alpha Werewolf-Vampire hybrid, he is the eldest son of Princess Scarlett and former Alpha Wade of the Blue Moon Pack, no one knows this but his mother, father, grandparents and Theodore's mate Tina the Alpha's daughter. Being the son of an Alpha makes his wolf Christopher an Alpha and therefore makes him stronger than a normal werewolf. His vampire Jack is not very strong but is the source of Ryker's hybrid gift of sight. He is on a journey to find his mother, who was taken by someone that was meant to protect her. Ryker has been having dreams of his mother and a mystery female. Little does he know he

“I’m just Soren. Low rank. I deliver messages and stay out of the way. That’s my life. Nothing more.” He stared at me for a long beat. The hall stayed quiet enough to hear rain tapping on the roof. I noticed little things then. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead, still damp like he had been outside. The faint tremble in the hand holding my jaw. This wasn’t just anger. Something deeper lived under it. One of the older wolves finally spoke up from the crowd. “Alpha, maybe the boy’s telling the truth. He’s nobody special.” Rhydian didn’t look away from me. “Nobody doesn’t smell like that. Nobody makes me feel like my heart is being ripped open again.” His thumb brushed my skin almos

Randolph checked on his wife, who was feeling sick after giving birth. He taps her forehead and sniffs to assess his wife's condition. She was really in a bad state. Her eyes were rolling, and she was losing some air. He doesn't know what to do. He felt something was going to happen. However, he can sense his body is getting ready for his transformation. He wished he could stop it. He must leave now, otherwise, he will cause more harm to his wife and the villagers. He couldn't go out of the house due to the rain showers. Werewolves are afraid of water. The heavy rain stopped as soon as the baby stopped crying. However, the lightning has become more electrifying and the rumbling thunder, a di

He was sniffing the air and looking left and right. Before I could ask him what the matter was, he lifted me again and started running through the woods. "Where are we going?" I asked, but I didn't need to wonder about why we were running anymore when I heard them coming. We got to a clearing in the woods that had a tiny cave. Oscar placed me in it and shifted back to his werewolf form. In less than two minutes, the other wolves had arrived. "Hand that girl over, Alpha Wilde." I heard one of them say. I knew now that the blonde knew him well because she called him Alpha too. His full name must have been Mr Alpha Oscar Wilde. I wondered why he hid the Alpha part.

Her excitement over being reunited with her mate was palpable. Vampires stood guard outside of the place. Each one as still as a statue as we exited the vehicle. As we moved toward the door, something stuck me as odd about them. They didn’t have the typical pale complexion of most baby vamps; they were tanned and muscular. I was trying to put my finger on what exactly had me unsettled as we strode past them toward the door when I caught a flash of blackness in the eyes of one. It struck me like lightening, my stomach clenching in terror. The vampires that stood guard outside of Rhazian’s nest had been wolves. Somehow, the vampire had managed to create a new hybrid monster.

he hissed, “for someone who’s held his title since childhood, I’m surprised it’s lasted this long. It’s time to rip it from your hands.” My wolf snarled, muscles coiling, instincts begging me to strike. “I’ll have to rip your throat out,” he continued, voice low and venomous, “for what you did to my best friend… and for what you’ve done to my mate.” He looked down at Melinda, her mark blazing against her skin. I shifted back to human form, four pack wolves flanking me, ready to protect. Prince tossed me a pair of shorts, which I quickly pulled on.

He glanced at Lysithea, who mockingly smiled at him, rubbing her fingers on his arm. "Pathetic," her voice dripped with venom again. My eyes met Cian's. “Well, I'm here to give you a choice, Ravena. There is a way to save yourself. We all know what happens to the wolves that have been cast out. They die slowly, alone, and in the wilderness.” He stopped and seemed to let what he said sink in. "I can't let that happen to you, I won't,” he said, and for a second, I almost believed him, but then I caught the cold look in his eyes.

“Don’t.” He turned away quickly, stopped and turned back at me. “I tore the first report in half and threw it in the fire. I told Eldric he was either blind or lying to my face.” He laughed bitterly. “He was so certain and pulled out another set. Said he ran it three times with three different mystics, but got same result every time.” Rhydian dragged a hand down his face and looked at me again. “My wolf goes quiet when you’re close.” His voice dropped lower. “He hasn’t done that since… since her. He paces and snarls and rips at me every waking second, except when you walk into a room. Then he lies down.”