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)

Ginevra said urgently. He snatched his phone, thumb flying over the screen, and held it to his ear. His eyes flicked toward the windows, his movements tense, alert, like he was bracing for something to break through at any moment. 


The Night Hunter’s presence had vanished, but the low, haunting screeches outside made my skin crawl. Ferals. My breath caught in my throat. Were they really after me? 


I bolted out of bed, heart hammering against my ribs. My hands shook as I grabbed my shoes, skipping the extra step of changing out of my pajamas. There wasn’t time for anything else. 


“Dammit,” Ginevra muttered, shoving his phone into his pocket. His jaw clenched and his focus snapped back to me. “We have to go. My car’s out front.” 


The shrieks grew louder, each one tearing through the night like a predator announcing its hunt. I trailed behind Ginevra toward the front door, fear pressing against my chest. 


Under Attack