Vampire Werewolf Hybrid

THE FALLEN ANGEL SYNOPSIS "I am Kabbus, The right-hand man of the Supreme being and the most powerful of all!" Kabbus, a very powerful right-hand man of the Supreme Being got his fate twisted after he was betrayed by the one he looked up to the most and he was reincarnated as a human. (Congratulations, You are now a new being!) Following the path of life, he finds out how weak he is as a human and growing up, he becomes a vampire. From angel to vampire, how will Kabbus get rid of his enemies and find his way back? How will someone who saves and punishes live as a bloodsucker? Read FALLEN ANGEL and follow the thrilling story of the fallen Kabbus into the human realm. (Drink as much blood as you can!) (Drink more blood!) (Kill the enemies!) (Start the ritual!)

The world is not as simple as it seems. It is hiding the deepest and most dangerous secret which can end humanity. Dangers lurking under the shadows, death looming at every corner—this seemingly peaceful world is evolving into something else. In the dawn of apocalypse only those cursed with supernatural powered can survive. But just like they can survive, they are also more susceptible to the corruption from beyond realms! The only way to resist this corruption is to become corruption itself or grow beyond it. Which one can you accept?

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

Blood wasn't merely just life, it was power, currency, and divine mandate. It was the thread that kept the fragile Empire afloat, and the tool by which the favoured lord over the feeble. Blood was known to all; feared by some, and coveted by others. Streets sang with pained screams, the glorious liquid trailing forth as rivers in the shadows. In the midst of such treachery, a suffering youth strived consistently to beat the odds. Ezekiel Stormwing, a young adult with crippling responsibilities, toiled everyday to make ends meet. Living in the struggling West with his father, they laboured ceaselessly under the venomous gaze of malevolent fiends. It was a world of segregation, all moving to the will of avarice. The wealthy desired more, while the poor pleaded for so little. All chased after coveted dreams, uncaring to others around them. Life was ever moving, satiating the powerful and draining the weak. Everything was mechanical, predictable, untill eventually… it wasn't. On an occasion celebrating Nefaria’s past triumph, war erupted. Ezekiel Stormwing found himself caught in the crossfire, his life dangling away in a whirlwind of pain. In a desperate gamble to save his father, he wagered his life. Death coveted his soul, but just before his flame extinguished…it erupted, a shimmering power once sealed within him unlocked. With rejuvenated resolve, he defied faith. He manifested his desire, saving his father from certain doom. Now, after the war, his eyes settled on a new goal, one that would keep him ever close to the frigid gates of the afterlife. Will he succeed, or will destiny finally erase his existence?

Have you ever wished you could live forever? If you have Jasper Monroe will tell you it's way more than you could ever bargain for. Jasper has a very unique life, or should I say multiple lives. Every ten days he dies and is reborn again as a different creature of the night. He is always the same age and like clockwork exactly 240 hours after he is reborn, he wastes away again. Join Jasper on his journey from werewolf to vampire to other creatures hiding in the dark and find out what it is really like to have infinite life!

Rick is an ordinary young man working as a night-shift courier in the bustling city of Greyhaven, a place where skyscrapers pierce the fog and shadows whisper secrets. After a near-fatal delivery to an abandoned district, Rick accidentally witnesses a duel between two beings not of this world — a vampire and a werewolf. The event awakens something ancient inside him: the ability to see through the Veil, the magical layer hiding the supernatural world from human eyes. Thrust into a realm of secret societies, blood pacts, and ancient laws, Rick becomes a reluctant detective for both sides of the Veil. Every case he takes pulls him deeper into a conspiracy that could shatter the fragile peace between human and myth.

In the darkest corners of Marseille, where hope sinks faster than a rusted anchor, an overdose should have been the end for Jean Valéry. But for this broken Navy veteran, death was only a doorway. He awoke with another soul burning within him—that of the Black Sea Alchemist, the failed guardian of Atlantis, whispering of ancient magic and the vengeance of the deep. Every corner of the Old Port is now his laboratory, every drop of polluted saltwater an ingredient for deadly potions and poisons. Fractured memories guide him, while a raw and dangerous alchemical power demands release. But Marseille is not only a haven for crime bosses. Deep within its murky waters, an ancient power has awakened, demanding accountability for the failures of his past reincarnations. To save the city, he must first seize it from the grip of the underworld. To atone for the sins of the past, he must become a monster in the present. This is not a story about the rise of a hero. This is a story of transmutation—how a broken man is melted down in the crucible of magic, malice, and destiny. The question isn't whether he will survive, but what he will become afterward: an unbeatable crime king, or a protector damned by the sea?

Logan Hale's desperate search for the rare Pleiadian Elixir to save his dying mother took an unexpected turn when he stumbled into a mysterious deal with aliens, setting off a chain reaction that would forever alter the trajectory of his life. As he delved deeper, he found himself entangled in a web of secrets and violence, with trails of bloodshed leading him down a dark and treacherous path.

My new classmate began to assert that teachers are not people. Meanwhile, there are more and more strange cases confirming his conjecture, not all vampires are evil, there is one among them who, sacrificing everything, in the desire to overthrow the tyrant, is ready to change the course of time. we can forget the past, but it can't forget us, following the friends of the indomitable death scythe, are you sure all demons are bad? Take a look around, but rather look into yourself. Has the author ever met his hero? What is there to see! To love and even mutually.

" I found my mate" priestess Catori was shocked when the king made his announcement, after the initial shock she began panicking, 'he cannot do this to me, not now' she's is not yet prepared for this, they had agreed to keep this a secret until they are prepared for this. 'why is he suddenly announcing it now'.