They call him Demise. No, that wasn't his birth name. His mother nor father gave him this designation. Many people weren't sure he even had parents. Some say he sprung from the fiery depths of Hell. No, he earns his title. Every lycanthrope shakes in fear from the tales of him in battle- his ruthlessness, his ferocity. One said he could kill a man with a mere touch. They call him Demise because everything he touches perishes. His skill, his intelligence, his stamina, his endurance, his agility, his everything...holds murderous brutality. He is death and he fucks with despair. ───── Grace was a chosen for the Kingdom of Wolves. She and fifty other women were traded among the four Alphas of the world, paid to satiate their every desire. Grace had not been requested, yet, for she was the newest arrival. Stationed in Kingdom Demise, she worked as a palace servant. She knew one day she would be beckoned by an Alpha, but she never thought it would be by Demise.

Years before his birth, it was prophesised that his soul would never be whole, that his heart would never beat in rhythm to his other half. Micajah was born with a dark soul, a soul that was corrupt. A soul that was more wolf than human. A soul incomplete. Nothing but an imperfect creation that walks earth. He will never have a true mate. When his turn to rule the wolf kingdom arises, after the death of his mother, he is forced to choose a female that has already been rejected from her true mate. Alongside his rise to the throne, the wolf kingdom begins to tear itself apart. An uprising begins. No one wants a creature, hated by the Moon Goddess herself, to rule. Even if he is the only royal heir by blood. Even if it is what tradition dictates. A male more beast than man, can never yield humanity, let alone love. But humanity can be learnt, and love seizes all - even those with corrupt souls.

▪️WEREWOLF ROMANCE▪️ "Would you rather I chain you to a post and have you sleep on the ground outside?" Edric raised a brow. His response caught me off guard and I stammered, "W-what? No... I-" "It can be arranged," the Lycan King scowled. **** The Malvar Empire has a fixed social structure. At 18 years old, humans are sorted like cattle, and divided up to work as servants. Except for a human healer, the first in centuries to have magical powers. As news of her unique amethyst eyes spread across the land, the Lycan King moves in to claim her as his. With the threat of war from beyond the border, the Lycan King must do whatever it takes to keep his empire safe. Even if it means working together with a human. 🔅Rated R: Contains thematic issues, adult language, MATURE sexual content, violence and possible triggers. ✴️ Featured On ✴️ ▪️Wattpad Werewolf ▪️Wattpad Fantasy ------------------------------------------------- 🥇2020 Readers Choice Awards winner of the Vampire/Werewolf category Cover Photo: Edited by @KimberlyTanithMarie using an image generated from Midjourney © All rights reserved 2020 I DO NOT consent to my story being translated, copied or otherwise reproduced by anyone.