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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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Lost memories: Part One

Marcus gulped and nodded with widened eyes before the pair burst into laughter. Nyx meant every word of what she said, but it was an ongoing comment from the time they spent together in the Hellhounds. She spoke those words for the first time when she was twelve and had started to feel a stronger connection to the boy. 

At the time, she was fearful of her own feelings; she didn't want to trust him because the closer you were, the easier it would be to kill. That was how things went in the Hellhounds. When those words were first uttered between the small girl and young boy, it was a pact between them. 

Nyx released her hold on his shirt and pulled away, leaning comfortably into the sofa again and resting her feet in Marcus' lap. "So, how are you and my dearest mother alive?" She questioned and raised her brow, mirroring Marcus' expression. He rested his hands on the bottom of her jeans and started to tap his right fingers as he looked away.