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BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] Paradise Bay is a haven for supernatural beings, but not all coexist peacefully. But Vampires and Shifters are sworn enemies, bound by ancient laws that forbid any mingling between their species. Freyr, a brooding vampire with a hunger he cannot explain, becomes obsessed with Alpha Tor, the enigmatic leader of the Bay Shifter pack. His craving isn't just for blood—it's for something deeper, though he cannot name it. For weeks, Freyr stalks Tor through the misty forests and treacherous cliffs of Hanka Island. He doesn't realize that Tor has been aware of his shadowy admirer all along. Curiosity ignites a fire within the alpha, and he lets the vampire's stalking game continue, waiting for the perfect moment to confront him. But destiny intervenes when a violent avalanche traps them together in the icy depths of the mountains. The storm leaves them with no escape and nowhere to hide. For the first time, Freyr and Tor come face to face, and the truth cannot be avoided: Freyr’s forbidden hunger and Tor's dangerous intrigue blur the lines between the predator and the prey. Excerpt from Alpha Tor's POV: “So, you’ve been pretending to keep a distance but here you are,” Tor’s deep growl echoed in the icy cavern. His golden eyes caught the flicker of torchlight, his breath misted in the freezing air, curling like smoke between them. The figure across from him stiffened, pale as moonlight, eyes sharp and predatory, the vampire stepped closer, but not too close. He was cautious and calculating. “What gave me away?” Freyr’s voice was low, smooth yet filled with a low hiss that escaped his mouth. Tor laughed a deep rumble that shook the cavern walls. “You reek of desperation. Do you think I didn’t notice your scent clinging to the trees? Are your footprints melting the frost? What is it, vampire? What do you want from me?” Freyr’s jaw clenched, but his gaze didn’t waver. “Your blood,” he admitted finally, his voice sharper now. “Your kind is... intoxicating. Forbidden. I can’t stop myself.” The admission sent a chill down Tor’s spine—not from fear, but something far more dangerous. He should’ve torn this vampire apart the moment they were alone. But here, under the weight of the mountain and Freyr's unrelenting gaze, his desire rose, and he chose to get closer to him. ******************************************************************************* Trapped together in the harsh wilderness, the lines between hunger, hatred, and passion blur as Freyr and Tor wrestle with their forbidden connection. In the shadows of Paradise Bay, they must decide whether to defy the ancient laws that bind their kind—or risk everything for a love that could shatter their worlds.
Anna_Baibe · 4K Views

Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths

"Let me take a look." Mr. Wright’s voice was calm, professional even, but his touch—steady and assured as he lifted me onto the desk—was anything but ordinary. His hands, broad and strong, lingered just a moment too long on my arm as he steadied me, sending an unwelcome but undeniable shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, trying not to notice the way his tie loosened slightly as he leaned in or the faint scent of cedarwood and worn pages that seemed to follow him everywhere. He was close enough now that I could see the faint worry lines etched into his brow as he carefully slid the strap of my uniform off my shoulder. "Alina," he said softly, his voice low but tinged with exasperation, "why do you always end up hurt?" His fingers ghosted over the darkened skin near my collarbone, examining it with the precision of someone who cared too much but tried not to show it. "You need to stop being reckless," he murmured, his tone shifting, softer now. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office, and I’ll deal with them." It was a simple offer, but I had to remind myself, loudly and firmly, that this was my Mr.. The man responsible for my education, not... whatever my mind was trying to turn him into. "Mr. Wright," I started, trying to regain control of the situation—and my racing heart. "This really isn’t a big deal. I can handle myself." His jaw tightened ever so slightly, and for a fleeting moment, I thought he might argue. Instead, he stepped back, his hands falling away from me as if realizing they’d overstayed their welcome. --------------------------------------------------------------- Alina Hart, a sharp-tongued high school senior, hides behind sarcasm and wit to mask the pain of fractured family life. Shipped off to a prestigious boarding school by a father who no longer sees her, Alina struggles to find her place in a world of strict rules and academic expectations. Enter Mr. Cristiano Wright, a 27-year-old literature teacher whose calm demeanor and sharp intellect make him both an enigma and a fasciChrision. Tasked by Alina’s older brother Ethan to keep an eye on her, Wright finds himself drawn to the complexity beneath her rebellious exterior. In the backdrop of Shakespearean sonnets and Romantic poetry, Alina and Wright navigate an increasingly fraught connection. What begins as reluctant mentorship soon transforms into a tangled web of forbidden emotions, unspoken words, and an undeniable pull that neither can ignore. Set against the bustling corridors of an urban high school and the quiet corners of a library filled with unspoken confessions, Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths explores the fine line between admiration and desire, duty and vulnerability. As Alina and Wright grapple with their feelings, they must confront their moral boundaries and the cost of their choices. Can they maintain the lines they’ve drawn, or will their emotions blur them beyond recognition?
ALT_Annchi_ · 1.8K Views

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
Katubari · 1.6K Views
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