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

I took a cold shower, making sure to lock my doors and windows so Felicity couldn't sneak in again. I wasn't ready to revisit old memories any longer. She was a part of my past and I had to forget her.

I had picked out a blood-red suit for the day, with a black button shirt the colour of midnight. I sported a pair of black boots, with a red bolo tie shaped like a rose adorning my neck.

I walked out of my room, adjusting my watch with my signet ring sitting comfortably on my right index finger. Tonight, I wore only one ring, leaving the rest and my bracelets on the dressing table.

I could hear the music as I approached the hall, soothing my nerves. It was a few hours to midnight, and with the custom of performing the blood ritual at midnight, I should be back in bed somewhere before 3 a.m.

The Decker Blood