The last time the all-powerful demon and I spoke was in the old church, just days after the doctors declared Gabe brain dead. I don't know what I was doing, but I sure as hell knew that it wasn't smart.
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I know the title isn't all that good, and you've probably seen it somewhere else on here. I've been working on this for a while, and I'm actually very proud of it. I decided that I was going to write this because I was looking through writing prompts and I found one that said something along the lines of Satan taking the character's soul and then giving it back because he needed their help. It was also inspired by another writing prompt that said, "'I never had a chance, did I?' 'That's the sad part, you did, once.'" So yeah, I hope you enjoy. (I'm going to say the same thing at the end of chapter one. So, yeah.)
Werewolves and vampires don't mix, or that's what Kieran Callisto, a seventeen-year-old vampire, has believed all his life - until he falls for the Alpha's son.
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When Kieran meets his new classmate, Mason Kane, he bristles with an unexplainable disdain. Soon it becomes apparent why: Mason is a werewolf. But when a fight turns into a sudden kiss that neither expects, Kieran's feelings for Mason turn to attraction in an instant. None of it makes sense - vampires and werewolves are supposed to be mortal enemies, so why does Kieran find Mason so irresistible? He knows that each kiss is dangerous, each bite is unpredictable...