elijah kills werewolves

Milena, a princess in exile due to a curse, grew up on the streets of the city of Blueberry in the United States, after her mother, the queen of the kingdom of werewolves, died. Her life was surrounded by death and tragedy created by her father until the organization and agency of the United States government saved her from the streets. However, there is nothing free in life why she was trained to become a deadly weapon to eliminate clanless werewolves and any threat in the United States. But her life improved when she met Liam a member of the special forces, she would start a relationship with him. But when things were improving, her father punishes her, so after an incident, she will lose everything she loves. Milena will then have to go into revenge to be able to kill her father, although that will only be the beginning of her problems.

"I own you Princess. No one will ever matter to you but me. Not even that scrawny looking boy who is waiting for you."" He walks closer gripping my neck in a firm hold that had me creaming my panties. ""I'm going to give you want you, what you have always desired. I'll ruin you for any man to come after me that's if I let him live. The thought of me throbbing inside of you gets me fucking turned on. So fucking hard I want you begging to stop but I won't and you why? Because your pleasure is mine alone."" He breathe huskily on my neck. ""Say what I need to hear and I'll make your wildest dreams come true."" He says and I moan shamelessly watching his finger caress my expose cleavage trailing down to my hot wet pussy. ""Say it Princess. Only the magic words will get you your utmost desire."" And I desired him more than I ever desired anything in life. His tongue lick my earlobe as those words sent vibrations down to my core, his fingers playing teasingly with my drenched pussylips. ""I-I am yours Papi."" I say through jagged breathing already at the verge of eruption watching his piercing silver grey smirk darkly loving how vulnerable I am for him. A dark promising smile that holds meaning untold. I want to be scared and back away from the insanely handsome man in front of me because I know who he is and what he can do to me. I blink, darting my tongue out to wet my chapped lips. Grey eyes darken further at that motion looking at me like a beast as I am his willing prey. If love is a flame I'll gladly burn for him. Sonia Vatore have been on the run ever since she watch the death of her family brutally massacred in front of her. In fear she changed her name taking the identity of your everyday American girl. Getting under the radar of Elijah, a ruthless and dangerous man, she found herself facing her deepest fear and her darkness desires. Mature content/ Adult language/ Violence/ 18+

In order to master Immortality, Luciano Di Nosferas launched an attack on Cloud Armor, which was none other than his own Kingdom. Claudio is eventually killed, and the Cloud Armor falls into Luciano's hands. Meanwhile Baron Magnus managed to save Lars, a descendant of Claudio who became the target of the Vampire Nation and of course Luciano. Baron Magnus took Lars to the Human Realm, where the Vampires and Wolves would not find him. However, after a thousand years had passed finally the Vampire Nation and Luciano found Lars, who was none other than a famous idol in Ignea. Lars does not know that he is descended from the Wolf Nation, until he finally meets Alisa who makes Lars find his identity. Knowing Lars already has the power to create, Luciano and the Vampire Nation want to take control of Lars. However, Lars refused. The battle ensued, in the end the war between the Vampire Nation and the Wolves was no longer inevitable. Who has the right to master Immortality and become Ruler of the Two Realms?

It’s the year 3050, humans have evolved greatly in the area of science and technology but werewolves and vampires are about to change the course of things. The war is against vampires, humans, robots and werewolves. Robots are on the side of the humans but the werewolves also have the vampires on their side. A war is about to evolve which will change the course of the present and the future. The victors will take over the world and the vanquished will serve the victors. But the reality of all these lies in the hands of one woman. One woman whose mistake will change everything.

"My sweetest little treasure, don't be naive, you are either damned or dead in here, so now be good and scream your loudest for me." Persephone [Psyche] Charming found herself sent away into a strange highschool for troubled teenagers after commiting a crime worthy of hell back home. Soon enough the Witch began to realize these troubled teenagers were more dangerous than the worst of criminals. Especially the Crescent brothers who were more monstrous than animals. °°° "No, whatever you're gonna say, no, not now, not ever. Also get out of my room you psychopath, you'll get blood all over my sheets…. Why is there blood all over you?" She could no longer control her urge and asked. He really looked like a mess. So much blood that Persephone felt it was his. His face had a tear, and his hair was just…. Well that hair was always looking messy. At her words that smirk died. Replaced with a lost look. "Hm, you're being nosy." He said, coolly. "....." Persephone deadpanned. "You broke into my ROOM." She couldn't help the incredulity that filled her voice as she said those words. The reddish eyelashes fluttered, and then slowly but surely the eyes were opened. It was worse than expected. His red eyes were bloodshot, hurt, so many emotions going in a long and horrible roller coaster.  Persephone always thought Caspian was a straightforward person. Everytime she met him, he would always say or do whatever came to his mind. He looked like he was mad at everything whenever he was around, because he couldn't be bothered to hide his emotions. This kind of open person, when they were hurt, it was too obvious for the world to see. Persephone's throat bobbed as she swallowed. She didn't know why she was aggrieved by the hurt in his eyes. Anytime they crossed parts one way or the other Caspian always threatened her. Seeing the cool smirk on his face all those times, Persephone hoped it would be knocked off his face, but literally seeing that arrogant look away from his face, Persephone's heart was pumping really fast. This time she couldn't control her brain from allowing her hand to reach out towards Caspian, her fingers sinking into the mop of hair for the first time. Despite the unsettlement she felt at his hurt, she couldn't help the wave of satisfaction and the tremors of shudders that traced up her spine as her fingers sank into his hair. It was so silky, as she imagined it would be, so soft, it would entice anyone to keep touching. She has fallen down the rabbit hole so it couldn't be helped as she combed her fingers through his hair softly, her skin enjoying the tickling and electric feeling of petting his hair. She stiffened when she heard his sigh. It was actually not a sigh…. If she heard it correctly it was a moan, a soft and gentle moan. Persephone felt something thick had obscured her throat from swallowing as she heard the sinfully soft moan. She peeked away from the hair to his face. His eyebrows dipped into a furrow but the curve and contort of his features couldn't be misunderstood….. This was a look of satisfaction. "What happened to you?" She sounded like she had choked out the words. The reply was a bit late but it came. "I shouldn't have come here." Seeing the way she was petting his hair, enjoying every minute of it, enjoying him enjoying every minute of it, she indeed concurred that he should not have come to her. But she said, "But you did." A hand descended on the back of her head. "Yeah, I did." [Mature Content] [Slow burn]

"You're my weakness" Jerald said, still aiming his gun at her, she yawned. "If all I am to you is a pawn that your enemies will use against you then, do as you wish" She said as she stepped towards him. He stepped back. “Don't come closer" he said, his hands jolting. “I'll shoot." “Jerald Carter! New York's Cosa Nostra, can't even shoot me.” She mocked him, she knew he couldn't do it. She kept moving closer. “Jennifer!” He warned her. “You can't kill me, Jerald.” She pressed her chest against the gun. “You and I both know I am The Thing You Kill For.” Jennifer’s father promised that she would marry Jerald Carter. Jennifer's been dreading the arranged marriage because she has a boyfriend—but now that her family's lives depend on it, there’s no denying it anymore. There's something mystifying about Jerald Carter but nonetheless, Jennifer couldn’t help but fall for him. Everyone is not perfect of course, Jerald Carter got a big secret he’s keeping, of the dark and deadly variety. But what will happen when she finds out that she married a man who could just as easily kill her as a snap...?

I wonder what will be the last act if the dead were given a second chance. Would it be revenge, would it be am sorry, would it be "I love you" to the one's they never said them to, or would it simply be goodbye? I've always wanted to say something nice on my death bed, something rememberable. Most people like myself claim to not fear death but the fear of death is one of the things that inspire most to say something inspiring at the end, the soul wants to be preserved even in the memories of others. The fear of death is what drives the living to seek peace, and if that is possible it compels us to seek security and protection, and if safe we want to succeed and that drives us to seek wealth and with wealth comes power, and with power comes certainty and hope for something better to come, hope is that feeling that assures us death is far. We surround ourselves with these feelings simply because we all fear death, for make no mistake, death will come when it will come, the only thing within our power to do is to accept it.

A city with a dark secret, has a supernatural creatures who look like human beings but changes their real form at night. Two different creatures who rules their packs and never cross each other's territories until a human arrives and happens to change everything. Meet melissa a girl with a dream to be humanitarian, happens to cross path with a ruthless, arrogant billionaires who cares about nothing but their own pride and territory. Three different people with different opinions about life who hates each other. toby the werewolf has grudge against Mike and wants to avenge for his dad's death. while on the other hand lisa finds out about the supernatural world,she gets torn apart and doesn't know which path to take and can't stand the war between them. she has to choose a path because it involves the people she cares about. which one will it be?? join me on this journey where three different creatures meet and can't find a way out of a situation they put themselves especially lisa. how will she take it and also be able to settle the differences between them?.

"I own you Princess. No one will ever matter to you but me. Not even that scrawny looking boy who is waiting for you." He walks closer gripping my neck in a firm hold that had me creaming my panties. "I'm going to give you want you, what you have always desired. I'll ruin you for any man to come after me that's if I let him live. The thought of me throbbing inside of you gets me fucking turned on. So fucking hard I want you begging to stop but I won't and you why? Because your pleasure is mine alone." He breathe huskily on my neck. "Say what I need to hear and I'll make your wildest dreams come true." He says and I moan shamelessly watching his finger caress my expose cleavage trailing down to my hot wet pussy. "Say it Princess. Only the magic words will get you your utmost desire." And I desired him more than I ever desired anything in life. His tongue lick my earlobe as those words sent vibrations down to my core, his fingers playing teasingly with my drenched pussylips. "I-I am yours Papi." I say through jagged breathing already at the verge of eruption watching his piercing silver grey smirk darkly loving how vulnerable I am for him. A dark promising smile that holds meaning untold. I want to be scared and back away from the insanely handsome man in front of me because I know who he is and what he can do to me. I blink, darting my tongue out to wet my chapped lips. Grey eyes darken further at that motion looking at me like a beast as I am his willing prey. If love is a flame I'll gladly burn for him.

The 'Druid's Tower' gloomed in darkness, save for the flickering torches that barely lit it. And housed at the center of a rotunda in the Druid's Tower, was a very large wooden grey table known as 'The Council' (with the alphas of the different packs in Michigan seated about it). For generations, serious matters had been brought and settled before The Council. But was it the case of this present matter? A mischievous werewolf had killed not one, not two but three alpha werewolves, leaving the council wondering what he might decide to do with the amount of power he has gained.