Serenity is a Vampire. Lucas is a werewolf. Pretty simple right? Wrong. Even though they're supposed to be mortal enemies, destiny seems to have something else in mind for them by making them each others other halves. Not so simple now is it? Will they be able to fall in love with each other like most other halves or will the troubles that come make or break them...? Read to find out. ---------- This is both a Vampire and a Werewolf story. Randomly Updated Copyright © All Rights Reserved.

Xyon knows he will never feel the love or pull of a mate. He can never have one because he had to sacrifice his right to have a mate and that's something he has come to terms with, but has he truly though? Becoming a legendary Alpha who has one of the strongest packs in the world along with being head Alpha of the council has taken all his time, training and acquiring large amounts of lands for his pack, and keeping peace between all the surrounding packs life just doesn't give him time to blink, until he comes face to face with someone... a mere she-wolf, who forces him to not only blink but close his eyes... Xyon has never lost a battle, fight, argument, hell! Not even a stupid staring contest yet what will he do when he is faced with a battle where no fists or lethal weapons are used and the Rules can change any moment and it seems this small she-wolf is an expert at this game... "We are in Black Hound's Territory", with that being said Xenia could hardly believe her luck for this is exactly where she needed to be and now all she had to do was find the Alpha and tell him her ordeal and ask for his help, but soon her delight was wiped away from her face as she realized one thing, right now the only person she should be scared of is Him, for as soon as He finds out who she is; she is going to be in so much trouble that death might be a more merciful outlet... Well, I guess now all she has to do is find him and convince him of helping her without him knowing her true identity! Isn't that just a piece of cake! Or how about just like impossible...

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION