Nelly_Comfie

The Castle Palace..

"No Papa, I won't marry Ishaka!" Tahira screamed at her father as he just told her the worst news she had heard throughout that day.

With a deep and calm voice, King Cashito asked his daughter, "Who would you have yourself get married to?"

"To someone I love" Tahira said. The palace throne started making rattling sounds, and when it did, it meant only one thing; the king was loosing his temper.

Tahira noticed that look in her father's eyes, she knew he was about to loose it, but, she still stood her ground. That was the only way she could get herself out of the situation.

"Do you realize who Ishaka is?" The King asked again.

"I know, he's the strongest Alpha wolf in the pack. I know he's the greatest warrior we have, I know he has proven himself beyond reasonable doubts that he's worthy but, that isn't the kind of mate I want Papa." Tahira said.

"You must marry Ishaka, and that's final." The King said.

"I will not marry Ishaka, Father!" Tahira screamed and turned to leave her father's presence.


With a deep and reverberating voice, The King Shouted his daughter's name "Taaaaaaaaahhhhhhiiiiiirrrrraaaaa!!"

Tahira turned to notice that her father had shifted form. He had already changed from his human form to a gigantic alpha wolf. The castle walls were dripping with stones like it were about to collapse. He growled so loud that any other werewolf would have trembled in fear. Including the almighty Ishaka, but, Tahira was no ordinary werewolf.

*WARNING* mature content!!

The Were in The Wolf

The Vampire Lord's eyes shone with excitement as he gazed at his queen, Lady Ophelia. He had been waiting for this moment for centuries, and finally, his son was about to be born. 


"My dear, you are doing wonderfully," the Vampire Lord said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I can feel our son's power growing stronger by the minute." 


Lady Ophelia smiled weakly, her face pale with exhaustion. "I...I can feel it too," she whispered. "He's going to be a great vampire lord one day." 


The Vampire Lord's chest swelled with pride at the thought. He had always dreamed of passing on his throne to a worthy successor, and now that dream was finally within reach. 


As the contractions grew stronger, the Vampire Lord took Lady Ophelia's hand, his eyes locked on hers. "You are doing this, my love," he whispered. "You are bringing our son into the world." 


The birth of a son