merakifiction

“I'm on the hunt for someone special, someone who would howl at the full moon with me. And you, my dear, seem to check all the right boxes,” Thorin tried to seduce Riona with his mesmerizing gaze. 

“Not in this lifetime, not in any lifetime.” But Riona couldn’t stand the sight of that smug face. What did Thorin hope to gain from a fangless vampire who couldn’t even turn into a bat, anyway? There must be something seriously wrong with the brain of that infuriating Alpha werewolf.

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Since their parents died, Riona Kahler and her brother have been adopted by the King of Eira, who treats them more like overworked houseplants than a cherished family. As the only vampires in Eira without fangs, they're outcasts among their own kind, toothless and ridiculed. Riona's spirit remains unbroken until her brother falls ill due to the palace's cruelty. Determined to protect him, Riona vows to escape, but there's only one way to do that.

Thorin Klein is one of the most famous Alpha werewolves, renowned not only for his charming looks but also for claiming the Alpha title at the tender age of thirteen. Despite his howling success, his mother’s powerful werewolf clan, the Klein, never acknowledged him because his father went rogue. Determined to prove his worth to the Klein clan, Thorin believes he has finally found a potential solution.

Though Riona couldn’t stand being around Thorin for more than one second, Riona realizes that marriage is their only path to achieving their goals. It's a love story that bites and barks in all the right places.

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Fangless: The Alpha's Vampire Mate

Florian stepped forward, slow and deliberate like a predator savoring the fear in its prey. The dim light barely touched him, casting long, creeping shadows as he crouched down. His fingers wrapped around the syringe, lifting it with an eerie care.

Lisbeth convulsed, black liquid spilling from her lips in thick, sickly splatters. She clutched her chest, her body wracked with violent tremors, struggling for breath.

Florian let out a soft hum. Not of surprise. Not of curiosity. Something colder. Something cruel.

He raised the syringe to eye level, tilting it slightly, watching the poison swirl inside. His lips curled—not in amusement, not in anger. Just… something unreadable.

"What made you think this would work on me?" His voice was quiet, almost thoughtful.

It Was Good While It Lasted