There's always a war raging, the war between good and evil, be it in our world, in our hearts or in our minds. And no matter which side wins it always takes something away from us, our loved ones, and the beautiful nature of the earth, it takes it all away and leaves us with pain and misery.

No matter how many times I reincarnate, I always come back to the same broken world, burdened with a curse, my only purpose is to cleanse the Earth, cleanse the hatred, and bring balance. For many centuries that’s all I have ever done, that’s all I’ve ever known, until I met him, the one who made me want to live a full life, to choose my own destiny. My wish is to forget all my past lives, end this curse and be with my love. But everything comes at a price. 

WARNING! This story contains scenes of violence, death and explicit sex, user discretion is advised.

Night Hunter (BL)

As I stared at the carving on my door, I sat frozen in place, my eyes wide with fear. 


"Blake," Ginevra's worried voice sounded distant, muffled by the cold grip of fear that clung to my heart. I struggled to shake it off, but it refused to let go. 


A warm, comforting hand squeezed my shoulder, breaking through the fog. I managed to tear my eyes away from the door, though the dread still lingered. 


"You need to leave. It's not safe here," I said, my voice trembling as much as my body. 


"Where are you going to go?" Ginevra studied me with his eyebrows pinched together thoughtfully. 


"Go?" I echoed absent-mindedly as I stumbled over to the couch, throwing myself onto it with a defeated sigh. 


"Blake, I know what happens to... Uhm...fallen Night Hunters," he began hesitantly. 


"Please don't go there, Ginevra," I interrupted. 


"It's safer if you just strip off your wings, leave the Hunter life—" 


Fear