Life’s Spiced Up with Some Werewolf Reads
Disguised as a boy to save her sister, a brave girl lets herself be taken to a brutal enemy kingdom where humans are bought and used. She plans to escape until the ruthless Beast King becomes fascinated with the ‘pretty prince.’ Now trapped in the most dangerous place imaginable, her secret could save them, or destroy them both.
And what better place to find safety and tranquility than a spot that both slaves and masters avoided like the plague? Emeriel settled on the floor in front of the imposing metal gates, his legs folded under him, leaving some distance between himself and the gate. “It’s not as if you would understand a word…
“Then, we would venture into the woods and engage in pretend battles all day long,” Emeriel added. “Mama worried herself sick searching for us on one occasion. I was never proud of that.” “Likewise. But we were children.” Emeriel glanced at his sister. “I miss Mom.” Aekeira’s smile turned sorrowful. “As do I. I am…
His face displayed almost no expression, but the brewing storm in his eyes sent shivers down Emeriel’s spine. What in the universe had Aekeira done to capture the attention of Grand Lord Vladya? “Very well then. The boy can strip for me later. Since you are so eager to gain my attention, little bird, you…
“Please, my lord. I will do anything…please,” Emeriel pleaded, his body trembling with anxiety. A moment hung suspended between them. Eventually, the lord withdrew his hand and took a step back. “Beyond the Moors, atop Vacant Hill, you shall find my abode overlooking the winding Serpent’s Creek. Seek me out before the third night.” With…
A wave of nausea rose in her throat. Oh dear lord, not him. Anyone else but him. A hand on her thigh released its strong grip. “She will go to my bed tonight.” That voice startled Aekeira, and she turned her head toward the source, despite the pain shooting through her scalp. Grand Lord Vladya’s…
No sound emerged from inside, but Emeriel knew in his heart that the beast was there, listening without comprehending. Yet in that moment, he didn’t care. Emeriel just needed to unburden himself. “Now, thinking about it further, I begin to believe that it might not be so terrible if you were to end my life,”…
That image had stayed with her, lingering in her memory, evoking warmth within her whenever she recalled it. Now, as her gaze took in his form, she let it roam freely. Then it drifted downward. Aekeira’s breath hitched. And not in a good way. His manhood stood erect, intimidating and large, ready to cause harm.…
Grand Lord Vladya knew he was causing her immense pain, but in that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care. They say a man’s soul holds his conscience, and now, he realized they were right. He had no soul. His conscience was truly dead. Pleasure was the only sensation he experienced. Intoxicating pleasure that overwhelmed…
Emeriel nodded quickly, before he could talk himself out of it. Lord Herod smiled. “Come, let’s go eat.” During dinner, Emeriel began to relax. Could it be that this lord hadn’t summoned him here for a sordid affair, where his body would be taken in exchange for keeping his secrets? It all seemed too good…
Nights in Urai were always beautiful, but tonight, the stars were few in the sky, and the moon was barely a quarter. But whenever a quarter moon appeared more frequently, it could only mean one thing-the Eclipse Moon night was near. And, on that night, Daemonikai’s beast would be killed. Vladya’s chest tightened, as if…