Darren King is as crude as they come. A tribrid - part vampire, part werewolf, part witch and bathed in angel blood. Protector of the Trifrom. War hero. First and last of his kind. And only through his progeny can there be hybrids. But he has a problem.

He is bound to the Blood Moon, limiting his options of wives to the royal bloodline. Although respected in the vampire and werewolf clans, he won't be given worthy "vessels" (wives). And as the witches have ostracised him, he's running out of time. 

In a dark corner, demons have begun to appear, scheming to resurrect their fallen king. While Darren runs against a thousand-year-old curse, dangers are lurking for his new family.


Will he be able to protect the world again, saving humans from dangers they have long forgotten? Or will he lose his family and give up on a world that never loved him?

I took her lips, igniting our passion. I could feel her juices soaking me, dripping to my balls and thighs. I loved the feeling of being inside her. The feeling of her pussy clenching me. But I had to pull out.


She turned, rolling over to the left. Her flawless skin was beautiful, sending shivers down my spine. I wanted to cover her body with kisses. Tasting every inch of her and savouring her scent. I wanted to drown in her essence and never forget what it felt like.


I kissed her neck. Kissed her arms. Her back. Her waist. Her ass. She giggled, shaking her hips.


"I want you inside me. Why did you stop?"


I pushed her hair away from her face and settled behind her. I raised her right leg slightly, my fingers rubbing against her pussy. I soaked it in her juices, pulling away. My fingers were coated, smelling like fruits and lust. I liked my fingers clean, making sure her eyes watched me.


Chapter 101 - I Want A Wedding (18+)