Demon's Gate (manxman)
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  • ЧИТАТЕЛЕЙ 90,415
  • Всего голосов 1,758
  • Части 10
  • Время 2h 11m
Завершенная история, впервые опубликовано июн. 24, 2012
Cooper Morris's boyfriend ran off, his father died, and today he is attending a friend's funeral. His life is in a downward spiral until he finds an invitation to an ultra exclusive Los Angeles nightclub run by demons. Can Cooper figure out the mystery and still keep himself safe in this world full of vampires, werewolves, and demons. This is a sequel to The Blue Sheep, but one does not need to read it to read this but it is recommended.
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Shepherd had run all his life. Constant, unabating movement that consumed him. It was relentless, be it the demons within his own mind or external pursuers out of his control, there was always another beast snapping at his heel, urging him forward in the eternal chase. But that was behind him. He was settled now, happy, hidden away from the prying eyes and reaching claws. Until He returned. Reece Greymoore, a name Shepherd so desperately wished to eradicate from his mind. Their meeting had been brief, a lifetime ago, ending on soured notes that Shepherd no longer allowed to disturb his slumber. Reece shouldn't have found him, and yet there he was, speaking of friendship and favours and other pleasantries that had Shepherd's guard firmly bolstered around himself. But Reece never appeared in a shower of sunshine and rose petals. Rather, he spoke of so much worse, of threats to Shepherd's very life. Promises of safety fell upon deaf ears, disbelief a much more comforting blanket to reside within. Reece was not only an alpha but he was a ghost, a figure within Shepherd's past that should have never arisen. He arrived with death and dismay in his wake, sweet words weren't repayment enough. Reece's presence had shattered the fragile cage around Shepherd, allowing the light in, reminding him of the freedom of the chase. The roots he had planted were withering, tearing apart beneath him, leaving nothing but rot and decay where he stood. Maybe running was just how it was meant to be...