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)

Pax and I stood back to back, surrounded by the encroaching pack of werewolves. Their low growls and glowing eyes made one thing clear: they weren’t planning on letting us leave alive. 


“Looks like your capture’s been postponed by a few minutes,” Pax said. His tone was infuriating. I couldn’t see his face, but I didn’t need to. That grin in his voice said it all—as if it would take him mere minutes to handle these guys. 


I shook my head, ignoring his bravado. My focus was locked on the wolves before me. 


I couldn’t believe my luck. Two near-death escapes in one night? I’d have laughed if it weren’t so bleak. 


Taking a deep breath, I shifted back into my human form, raising my hands in what I hoped would be interpreted as surrender. 


“Blake, what are you doing?” Pax hissed, casting a quick, confused glance over his shoulder before returning his attention to the werewolves. 


“If you fight now, it’ll be to the death. You know that, right?” I said, keeping my voice steady. 


Werewolf Territory