Proudly did I sit upon my throne, a seat forged from blood and bone.
My skin marred with evidence of war, I was scarred and bruised. I was wounded and battered but it was a war I would never lose.
The taste of blood on my lips, my fangs were sharpened by flesh. Eyes flashing with moonlight, a wolf howled inside my chest.
They made me a ruler and a King, I made them suffer and bleed. Feared more than fear itself, I was born to lead.
The moment I saw her, my eyes filled with fear. She scared me more than my demons, for them I learned to bear.
Her eyes were wild with hope, although I knew it wouldn't be long until she knew me for the monster I was. Fate had finally done wrong.
She could never know, I would hide it well. For how could she learn to love a monster that could never love himself?
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WerewolfCOMPLETED - Like every average person, Ella Schulz had no idea there were such things as Lycanthropes and Vampires. She went about her life blissfully unaware of the war that waged between the two of them... until she met the man who was somehow bot...
