Velora_Dawn

Ichorhold Town had formed a contract with the demons which the townspeople agreed to provide a young woman on every blood moon in exchange for the town's safety and prosperity. On this particular blood moon, the young woman was Melva Winchell.

Duke Vance of Nightwind was a werewolf living in the demon kingdom, cursed to always feel cold and ultimately freeze himself to death. Only a special human could bring him warmth with their physical touch and save his life. The human was, once again, Melva Winchell.

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Blood Moon's Contract

The moment she saw Eldridge spotted her in her hiding place behind a tree, Melva realised how bad of an idea it was to sneak an attack on a vampire. Eldridge crushed the arrow in his hand until it turned to dust. And now his target of attack changed from Vance to her, because his wrath was now directed to her.


"How dare such a puny human like you to attack someone as grand as me!" bellowed Eldridge, getting totally pissed off from Melva's pitiful attempt to land an arrow on him.


Werewolves were fast creatures, however, vampires were on a whole other level in terms of speed when they were angry. In less than a second, Eldridge was already right in front of her and grabbed her neck and lifted her, pinning her against the tree behind her. It all happened too fast for Melva to comprehend and suddenly, she couldn't breathe. She was struggling to free herself, but the hand that suffocated her was too strong for her to budge.


Raging Wrath