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

When Esme next awoke, her body was drenched in sweat, her pulse high, the dark locks of her hair clinging to her face and wet neck. She panted to the sickly feeling at the root of her back and slowed her breathing to stop the aggressive need to throw up. Her head flopped to the side, the strength in her body almost non-existent, but her eyes widened when she saw her mate sitting on the bed so casually. Gabriel looked as handsome as ever in his suit, his hair slicked back.

The she-wolf's hands reached for the soft strands, but she felt the sting of metal rub tightly against her wrists, and she frowned, her mind stumbling into a block. Something wasn't right.

"What are you doing here?" She managed to murmur.

Poisoned