Imagine living in a world where you think everything is normal until one day you're almost attacked by a bunch of vampires then saved by the Vampire Prince. Rue Watson's life does a completely 180 when she encounters a vampire on her way home from work and saves by the one and only Jason, The Vampire Prince, otherwise known as Prince of the Night. WARNING: this book will deal with mature content. Read at your own caution For future readers: there may be a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes in later chapters that I have not noticed. If you come across please don't fail to let me know Cover credits- Artist, Kate Fox

'do you have a habit of always running away from me or is it a werewolf thing that you love the chase?' Azarious asked, his deep voice reverberating through the empty balcony space as he emerged from the shadows, clad in a dark tux, he looked sinfully beautiful Athena thought, 'lycan,' she corrected, turning around to fully face him, thrusting her chin up in pride as he regarded her in cool silence, she could never tell what he was thinking, his onyx eyes gave away nothing, 'you didn't answer my question,' he said instead, Athena didn't know what came over her at that moment, either it was the way the moonlight shone over his handsome face, or it was the powerful aura of dominance and authority he emitted, maybe it was her lycan being too bold she told herself instead, refusing to accept the other two thoughts, swaying her hips seductively she walked towards him and pressed her lips to his neck, thanking her 6 inch stilettos else she'd never have reached his 6'3 tall frame, she heard him inhale sharply not expecting her move, nipping at his neck and placing an open mouth kiss she leaned up and looked at him innocently, 'what were you saying again?' ________________________________________________________________________ Athena May Salvatore, daughter of the Dante Enzo Salvatore, a carefree she lycan who was living her best life, her father called her little shadow as from a young age she followed him around everywhere, living a sheltered life she never imagined the things life would throw her way and the dangers she would have to face. Azarious, ruler of the night court and a direct descendent of the greek god himself, known for being the most just ruler and also the biggest introvert, Azarious had many plans for his era but none of them were having to quiet literally bump into a fiery 5'6 she-lycan that fate had given him to tame. yes this book contains characters from Her Dark Lycan but this CAN be read as a stand alone

#1 in Lycantrophe #4 Supernatural "Please don't go," I pleaded, grabbing his wrist as he was about to leave again. "Stay. Atleast for tonight." He tilted his face to look at me, his facial features hidden by the darkness again. He comes back every night but it's been a month and he has never allowed me to see his face. It's better this way, he says. The lights needs to be turned off everytime he is here, or else, he won't come. "We've had this talk before, Fleur." He said, his silky voice was enough to make shivers run down my spine. "I have to go." "Why? Why do you have to go?" I asked, my voice loud with anger and determination. Today I felt brave enough to ask this. Up until now his presence was enough for me. But not today, not anymore. I needed more. I craved more. "I can't tell you." He replied. "I should leave now before someone sees me." "Do you love someone else?" I asked, holding my heart in my hands in front of him, which he could break it with a flick of his tongue. "Is there someone else in your life? Someone you love more than me?" My voice cracked as tears filled in my eyes. "I am your mate. Then why do I feel like a mistress? Why do we have to meet in secrecy? Why can't I even see your face? Why do you have to lurk in darkness to meet me? Why can't you just-" No more words came out as my throat felt too chocked by the upcoming tears. I weeped, closing my eyes as tears fell down on my cheeks. His breath was all I could hear for a few seconds. And they were the only signs of reassurance that he was still there. Soon warmth spread around my entire body as a palm came to rest on my cheek, wiping my tears away. Instinctly, I leaned into the warmth, and rejoiced. But the warmth left soon and so did he when I opened my eyes. He left. He left without saying that he loves, without saying that I'm his only one. He just left. Again. -Updates on every Saturday/Sunday-