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

Of course, that wasn't all Ol'gaz was capable of.

What happened next unfolded so quickly that Florian didn't even have time to regret taunting the demon. By the time he realized the danger, it was already too late.

Ol'gaz slammed him to the ground, seized his collar, and hurled him skyward. His body hit the ceiling with a crack, splintering it, before crashing back down with a sickening thud.

The demon's foot came down hard on Florian's chest, pinning him like a broken doll.

Shards from the shattered ceiling and floor had carved a deep gash across his face. Pain screamed through every nerve—he couldn't tell which bones were broken, only that everything hurt. Blood was pouring from so many places that he couldn't tell where it started or ended.

He coughed, spitting out a thick, black liquid that splashed onto the fractured floor.

The Devouring