Aria kept running; she thought it was surprising yet amazing how fast he measured up with her. Even though he was a wolf, she was supposed to be faster; she was not just any hunter.... Just then, Aria felt a strong force grab her and pin her back hard against a tree bark. She groaned in pain as she struggled to break free with different moves, which he blocked. "Stop fighting, I'm stronger than you. Stop running, I'm faster than you." He said, his voice, a low, angry growl between clenched teeth, made her belly rumble and sent a twisting chill down her spine. "There is really no need to brag," she said, as she finally stopped struggling. "Who the f**k are you?" "The girl who will sever your head from your body and bring it to my people, to pour our wine in it and drink in celebration." Maverick angrily punched into the tree, less than an inch from where Aria's head was, and she dodged in fright, her eyes widening. "And I'm the man that will f**k you, make you my slave, and when I'm irritated much more than I am by your presence, give you to my soldiers to mate and enjoy..." He brought his face to her neck and sniffed her. "Hmmm. The treacherous blood of a Nighthunter moves in your veins. It will be my pleasure to spill and drain it out of you." He said, and Aria, who thought she was brave only a few minutes ago, began to sink inside, and even Maverick noticed it. Suddenly, the mighty strength Aria thought she had vanished into thin air, and her legs withered as Maverick's strong hand pressed against her chest. What had she gotten herself into? She thought she could handle him; she thought she would finally bring this trophy to her family. She was wrong.
In the deepest trench of the most dangerous wilderness on the outskirts of the city. A creature, dark and gracious as the moonlit night, ran rigorously through the forest trees and grassy bushes. It's speedy, threatening, and violent. Its dark fur continuously shimmered as it dashed through, swift as an elusive shadow. It's growl, sending slower creatures protecting themselves from the evils that reside in this wilderness
About a mile or more behind, slimmer shadows of nocturnal beings ran swiftly in pursuit of the wolf. They were not vampires, but they ran so swiftly and dangerously. There were 4 of them racing with the wind in an attempt to reach the wolf.
"He must not reach the barrier!" A loud, hoarse, scary voice shouted onto the night as he ran with inhuman speed. The person beside him, a man, nodded in comprehension as he reached back and retrieved a bow and arrow from his back. The arrow's sleek, metallic body glimmered in the moonlight, its silver hue standing out in stark contrast. The man paused, drawing the arrow back against the bowstring as he took aim at the moon. He closed his eyes, whispered a brief incantation, and then released the bow, letting the arrow soar into the night sky.
With a burst of speed, the wolf sprinted towards the finish, his paws pounding the ground in a frantic bid for victory. As he realised he was nearing the end, he surged forward with renewed energy, confident that his pursuers would be left in the dust. But just as he launched himself into a final triumphant leap, a searing pain exploded through his back, refusing to subside. The wolf's triumphant cry turned to a deafening roar of agony as he felt the silver arrow strike him with unerring precision, its tip embedding deep within his body. His leap turned into a desperate plummet, his momentum lost as he fell towards the ground, the invisible barrier that marked the forest's edge looming ahead.
He tried to get up but could not. He reached uncomfortably for the arrow on his back but could not reach for it. He had to be strong. He knew it. If not, he was going to die here.
"NO!" A voice screamed suddenly.
"You might have escaped today, but we will not stop until we find you." One said.
"We will not stop until every Wolfkin of Lunaris is dead!"
And that was when he realised that he had crossed the barrier. He still had a chance. He could survive.
It growled and continued at them as it struggled to get up now. And leapt continuously till it turned to a weak, weak run.
In its weakness, the creature, half dying now, looked towards the forest one last time, at the people who had shot it, and said,
"The moon has favoured me."
It gave a weak howl and disappeared into the depths of the night, leaving behind only the echoes of its fleeting presence. It never looked back.
Once upon a time, a beautiful man and a powerful king had a kingdom and lived happily with his family, until one fateful day, when he was cursed by a powerful Elyndrian witch to be bound to his own city as a beast who lives on the souls of men with no way of breaking the curse. He has lived for a millenia, searching for a curse for this curse, only to be met with failure. While he now lives undercover in the city, he has now given up and has become the cruellest, most heartless being alive. Until he meets Zora Beaumont, an investigative journalist. Little does he know that she is a direct descendant of the Elyndrian bloodline, which he has sworn to eliminate as long as he lives. And little does she know of her true identity. However, she is totally oblivious to the true nature of the beast. What will she do when she finds out that the man she eventually fell in love with is not a man but a beast and a monster? What will Darcel do when he finds out that Zora Beaumont is an Elyndrian princess and the key to unlocking his curse and freeing his burdened soul?
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."