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

Xander went silent, his eyes wide with shock. Maklev sipped his wine behind me and it was clear that a full cup would have been too much.

"I'm shocked to hear that you're in love but I'm more shocked that you let her get hurt. Now I understand your hurry. Let me grab a few things and we'll be on our way."

He drank the rest of his wine, tossing the bowl aside. He covered the drum, walking deeper into the cave. I turned my eyes to Maklev and he was struggling.

His hand clutched his throat, the sweet taste of blood extremely foreign to him. He stared at the cup, torn between finishing it or tossing it to the wall. My bowl was empty so I stood up and faced him.

"Now you see why a full cup would be too much."

Preparing For The Hunt