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)

“Are you okay?” Ginevra’s voice came soft and low, meant for me alone to hear. His hand brushed lightly against mine under the table, grounding me just enough to meet his gaze. 


I nodded stiffly, not trusting myself to speak. My mind felt unease, every instinct screaming that whatever this vision was, I was closer to its center than I wanted to admit. 


“After the vision from three days ago, I understand now. It connected everything, but there are still loopholes,” Mixo said in his small, steady voice. "There's so much I cannot understand." 


“The vision about Blake?” Orpheus asked. 


Mixo nodded, and suddenly every pair of eyes at the table turned to me—except Ginevra’s. He avoided their gazes, nervously sipping from a glass of blood, his usual confidence nowhere to be found. 


Vision About A Fallen Angel