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)

Jezebel’s grip tightened, and I watched in horror as she snapped the werewolf’s neck with a sickening crack. My stomach churned as his body went limp. 


“Please, stop!” I shouted, my voice breaking as I stepped forward. 


Jezebel turned her piercing gaze on me, her glowing eyes locking onto mine. 


“Please don’t kill them. I’m sure they get the message,” I said, a part of me scared to death that I may anger Jezebel. 


It was clear that everyone else understood Jezebel’s power far better than I did. The werewolves backed away in fear, but I didn’t stop. I approached her, my steps deliberate despite the fear tightening my chest. 


She tilted her head, considering me for a moment before releasing the werewolf in her grip. He crumpled to the ground, clutching his neck and gasping for air. 


“Let’s go,” Ginevra said softly, wrapping a protective arm around my waist. 


As he lifted us into the sky, Luca’s voice rang out behind us. “Blake, please come back. We’re not done!” 


The Prince's Consort