Vindicator

Vindicator

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Vindicator: verb 1. To exact revenge 2. To defend, maintain or insist in ones rights 3. To clear of accusation, blame, suspicion or doubt *** Athena has been raised all her life as a worrier, trained both mentally and physically to the brink of insanity. She has been moulded into the perfect killing machine, but at what cost? From a young age she has been told that a species known as Lycans were the uttermost evil in the world and had to be stopped no matter the cost. They were ruthless and unmerciful, nothing would ever appose them or stand in there way. The Dreptate Vânătoare is a society that has made its chief goal to completely eradicate the world of Lycans by training and pinning their own kind against them. The plan seemed full proof, but what they didn't count on was one of there own turning against them. So when Athena comes face to face with the creatures she has been nurtured to despise naturally her first instinct is to kill, but for some reason upon closer inspect the unusual feeling of belonging kicks in. *** "We are the Dreptate Vânătoare, the shadows that hunt in the night." (I know I kinda suck at descriptions, but please give this story a chance as I'm really exited about it!)
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"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it. "Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods. "You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his hand to my neck, moving my hair aside, and looks at the bite mark on my shoulder. "And you don't taste like one." I breathe superficially, scared of what he might do next. "I would be lying if I said I didn't want to taste you again." He says, leaving his mouth slightly open. I just stare at him with wide scared eyes. He looks up from my wound and wink at me, causing him to smile a bit and show a fang. I blink a couple of times and swallow, trying to water my throat. He sees me struggling. "Need some extra saliva?" He almost laughs at me... Athena, an omega of the Blood Moon Pack, has her entire life ripped into pieces when she attacks the eldest son of the Alpha in an attempt to save her sister. She is cast out as a rogue, and a bounty is set on her head. Matters further escalate when she and her wolf gets ripped apart into two bodies. How will she survive as a rogue now, when she is nothing more than a human (if that is what she is)? Who will help them, and can they even know for sure who is with them and who is against them? Bitterness starts to flow through her, as she embarks on a journey to find other rogues like her. It is no easy task, and she has to make compromises and give up previous beliefs before she can claim the title of the Queen of the Rogues. Can she control her lust for revenge, or will the lives of all supernaturals forever be affected by her presence? Most impressive rankings: #2 female (15/07/2021) #1 femalepower (21/01/2021) #9 expelled (18/07/2021) ! Violent and mature scenes, read at your own risk ! Being edited for grammar and spelling The pictures are not mine, but the story is original. Cover art made by Dan Dosantos for Patricia Briggs' book "Burn Bright"

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