Kelly_Starrz

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As a rogue werewolf on the run, Esme tries to live her life in the present, wondering if she will have a future and hiding from her past. She moves from place to place, never staying for more than four months at a time, leaving before any attachments are formed, and she is nothing but a ghost, a girl they used to know.

After surviving on her own for two years, keeping to the shadows and blending in for so long, she is suddenly thrust into the spotlight when the city she stumbled across is controlled by none other than the Vampire King, Gabriel, the ruthless. He is intrigued by the she-wolf who chooses to live among vampires and decides to keep his natural enemy close to his side. But the more Esme tries to hide her true self, the more Gabriel is drawn to her.

For someone accustomed to being alone and not leaning on anyone for help, will Esme open up to the one person who can see through her attitude for what it really is.. a painful past covered in scars?



** DISCLAIMER **
Mature Content (R18+):
Abuse,
Graphic violence,
References to suicide,
Domestic violence,
Sexual content,
Strong language.


This is part of HUNTED universe.

Cover is mine and created by @if._art
My instagram: @kelly_starrz
New discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa

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Short side story after: Taste of Vengeance

"Live an eternity as the very thing you despise."

A curse he had to live by. 
A woman he wanted to kill.
A woman he became obsessed with. 

This is a short side story with dark themes.

THE FUGITIVE

"We're here," Gabriel muttered.

Esme had been staring into his eyes the entire journey of the elevator ride. Gabriel seemed to calm the panic that rose inside of her each time she entered the golden caged lift. Even when she closed her eyes, her heart would thrash against her chest, and she'd feel overheated and feel lightheaded and want to faint. But something about Gabriel, his crystal blue eyes and those peculiar red specks always entranced her.

Gabriel stepped away from Esme to undo the elevator door. They stepped out into a long hallway, the floors white marble and the walls white. The smell of bleach was strong in the air, and Esme wondered if there was more to this building than what she knew of. It was rather clinical-like she was entering a luxurious hospital but with no furnishings or paintings on the walls and, of course, no windows.

The morgue: Part One