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Last Luna

Belladonna is the last werewolf on earth, thanks to a freak event where a wolf was spotted man kind armed up and hunted werewolves down. On the run for the past two years Bella met a man also in the run from the law named Nicolas and starts to trust him, but she gets grabbed by a criminal organization not for the massive bounty in her head, but Tony, the mob boss, wants to use her as a means of negotiation, a tool to threat his opposition, in return Tony offered her protection, a warm bed, and her days or running was over. Nicolas in the meantime still tried to rescue her and met a man named Deno, who was sent by his siblings to kill Bella but he instead decided to protect her and told Nicolas he's actually a vampire and one of four lords that has no weakness accept for the bite of a werewolf. Anastasia Le Blanc, the vampire countess wants Bella dead at all costs. the last of their eternal rivals being alive holds back a grim plan they have for man kind. It is up to Deno and Nicolas to help Bella become a Luna, the fabled female alpha spoken of only in legend now. But can Bella become a Luna without a pack? Will she be brave enough to face the vampire lords? Or will she stand back and allow the vampires to have their way with man kind? Humans have hunted her down and caused her nothing but agony...

SaberTrueno86 · Fantasía
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The fanged dog

It was not long after dark, the sun barely set, the night still young and the moon already flooding the earth in its white radiance.

As the night noises started to rise, and the creatures of day started to settle for sleep, a cloaked figure was busy at a grave, digging to the bottom.

To the passer by an undertaker hard at work, to the undertaker unknown, no one there knew what was going down, accept the figure who slowly dug deep south in order to unearth a cadaver.

The figure produced a sigh, then a chuckle "Good work wolf... Now you are free, but as your ordeal comes to an end dear Belladonna, another chapter opens up, canines shut, and wide is the gaping mouth baring fangs"

The figure struck the dirt again and let out another slow laugh "It reminds me of poor Sultan, in brothers Grimm, old Sultan had to go..."