vampire · cold · possessive · bl · werewolf · mpreg · aristocrat · cat lover · slow burn · fantasy
The city of the undead lay draped in an eternal, suffocating twilight, its cobblestone veins slick with a clinging mist that obscured the glow of iron lamps. In a sprawling manor perched upon the city's highest peak, Valerius reclined in a throne of midnight velvet, the dying embers of the hearth casting flickering shadows across his porcelain features. His long fingers moved in slow, hypnotic strokes along the spine of a contented black cat named Nyx, the animal's purring the only sound in the oppressive silence. That peace was shattered by the frantic clatter of boots. A servant stumbled through the doors, breathless and trembling. "Lord Valerius! A werewolf... an Alpha... has breached the city walls!" Valerius's hand stilled. His crimson eyes narrowed into predatory slits. Without utte…