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

The Beta ran past me, his speed befitting of his status. His large body towered above the Omegas, showing a clear distinction in ranks and power. He aimed to catch the couple before they could reach the bushes.

"You fuckers better keep him busy."

The Omegas seemed to be hit by a wave of rage. Their muscles swelled and they roared together. With a loud boom, they charged at me.

"You truly have no idea who I am."

I shut my eyes, the world slowing down as I took one deep breath. I opened them, watching the couple run. They had two more steps before they reached Kristin. Kristin stared at me, her eyes pleading for permission to help.

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