DarrenKing

Darren King is as crude as they come. A tribrid - part vampire, part werewolf, part witch and bathed in angel blood. Protector of the Trifrom. War hero. First and last of his kind. And only through his progeny can there be hybrids. But he has a problem.

He is bound to the Blood Moon, limiting his options of wives to the royal bloodline. Although respected in the vampire and werewolf clans, he won't be given worthy "vessels" (wives). And as the witches have ostracised him, he's running out of time. 

In a dark corner, demons have begun to appear, scheming to resurrect their fallen king. While Darren runs against a thousand-year-old curse, dangers are lurking for his new family.


Will he be able to protect the world again, saving humans from dangers they have long forgotten? Or will he lose his family and give up on a world that never loved him?

Bound By The Blood Moon

Darren's POV

Ten minutes to midnight, Jason guided us out of the dining room to a hidden door at the far end of a dark corridor.

Balthazar had pushed to the back of the line, walking beside me as he snickered in anger.

"Tch. For one, this is all a farce. I heard rumours that Jason has been pushing to be the Chancellor."

Chancellor? My father was the one to create the council. He was the first Chancellor and ever since he died, that seat had remained empty.

Naturally, I should have inherited it as his son but the old vampires came to an agreement to make me the Grand Patriarch. A glorified position but one that I welcomed to avoid any conflicts, whether in interest or authority.

Standing Alone