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THE FUGITIVE

[ COMPLETE ] As a rogue werewolf on the run, Esme tries to live her life in the present, wondering if she will have a future and hiding from her past. She moves from place to place, never staying for more than four months at a time, leaving before any attachments are formed, and she is nothing but a ghost, a girl they used to know. After surviving on her own for two years, keeping to the shadows and blending in for so long, she is suddenly thrust into the spotlight when the city she stumbled across is controlled by none other than the Vampire King, Gabriel, the ruthless. He is intrigued by the she-wolf who chooses to live among vampires and decides to keep his natural enemy close to his side. But the more Esme tries to hide her true self, the more Gabriel is drawn to her. For someone accustomed to being alone and not leaning on anyone for help, will Esme open up to the one person who can see through her attitude for what it really is.. a painful past covered in scars? ** DISCLAIMER ** Mature Content (R18+): Abuse, Graphic violence, References to suicide, Domestic violence, Sexual content, Strong language. This is part of HUNTED universe. Cover is mine and created by @if._art My instagram: @kelly_starrz New discord server: https://discord.gg/MHMdRRqUYa --- Short side story after: Taste of Vengeance "Live an eternity as the very thing you despise." A curse he had to live by. A woman he wanted to kill. A woman he became obsessed with. This is a short side story with dark themes.

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Taste of Vengeance (6)

Well, this is a rather fancy way to kill a vampire. Leo smirked as he adjusted the stake hidden carefully in his suit jacket pocket. The two handguns, one at his calf and the other in his holster on the opposite side of his stake did make him feel somewhat more like himself as the vampire hunter.

Placing the black mask over his eyes, Leo strode forward, passing the two large torches at the front of the property leading down the long pathway to the extravagant and luxurious villa, one of many in Monte Carlo. This property, in particular, had panoramic views of the shimmering Mediterranean Sea, framed by lush gardens, lit up by the skyline of Monte Carlo.

Many guests were dressed to the nines, everyone in designer outfits, with jewellery showcased on necks, wrists and ears. Everyone wore a mask of some sort, hiding their identities, though people who ran in these circles were sure to recognise each other. Those who were new were noticeable.

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