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)

The feral lunged, its claws gleaming in the dim light, and I realized—this was it. 


I had to live to uncover the full truth behind everything and to also save my parents, my family needed me. 


The moment I decided, my wolf form took over. My body shifted, power surging through me, claws sharpening and my senses heightened. 


The feral vampire let out a sound that was a twisted mix of a roar and a screech as it was in mid-air. 


I barely dodged the swipe, its claws grazing past me. Using every ounce of my agility, I rolled and maneuvered behind it. 


A low growl rumbled in my chest, and without hesitation, I leapt for its head. With a sickening crunch, my teeth sank deep into its neck, tearing its head clean off. 


Oh, Angels, I wanted to vomit. The taste was vile—nothing like the sweet, fresh flesh of an animal. It was a bitter, putrid mess that clawed its way into my throat. 


I spat the foul taste from my mouth, my eyes flicking toward Ginevra. 


A Brush With Death