Dive into the life of the werewolf Lucy, who when orphaned at a young age faces life at odds with both Lucan and dragon kind. She finds herself in a forbidden love, will she honour tradition or follow her love? intrigue await you in this tale

Every first week of spring I used to take a trip back to my country home, it was simply to help myself escape from reality. I had a cabin in which I would spend a whole week relaxing. The place was beautiful and so peaceful, perhaps it was because of the little springs that made quite a melodious tune of flowing water. Unlike the city which was full of sky scrapers, the sky here was in plain view and the stars and moon shone brighter than anywhere else I had ever been. All that aside, last spring I started my journey very late but I arrived in time to have supper and a quick clean up. It was a cloudless night and the sky seemed to be as marvelous as always. I couldn't sleep so I decided to spend sometime enjoying the view outside. I lay on the soft grass while gazing into the stars. It had been so long since I felt that free and at peace with myself. I took a deep breath and shut my eyes for a moment and without warning, a bright glow of light appeared out of nowhere, I opened my eyes and there was what seemed like a person levitating in a golden glow of light. The light was too bright to look at and in an instant I was on feet ready to flee from the scene but how could I? I was scared shitless. "What could it be? An alien or perhaps it's the government?" I questioned myself. But whatever or whoever it was it exhibited no hostile intention. The golden light and its person drew closer to me but surprisingly the closer it came, the more its countenance attenuated and I was finally able to make out what seemed like a woman and oh my was she beautiful. Her hair was golden and it was flowing as if being blow by a slow moving breeze. She had the most artistically inclined face and her body was covered by quite revealing linen, I could see her round yet perky proud melons pressing against her clothing. Her body simply defied all logic, she had now reached about a meter away from me and I had finally mustered some courage but surprisingly all thought of escape was lost to me, It was probably because she posed no threat to my well being or at least that's what I thought. Without warning she grabbed my shoulders and stole a kiss from my lips.. her touch was warm and tender, the feel of her soft lips on mine was overwhelming, she tasted like honey. "Why did she kiss me?" Was all I thought of at that moment. I broke the kiss so as to get a better look at her, her eyes were golden with a dense crimson at the center and for the first time in a long time I was at a loss for words. She chuckled then she spoke "its ok I mean you no harm", that was all the encouragement I needed. "I'm not scared, I'm just surprised you kissed me." I replied with a comeback. "Was it unpleasant?" she asked.. "No! it was actually quite amazing, you are a good kisser plus you taste like honey" I quietly said.. "Thank you, you taste sweet too" she responded. At that moment all I could do was stare into her gorgeous eye as I lost myself in her beauty. "Hey" she called out, I hadn't realized how captivating her voice was. "Forgive me, its just that you are so beautiful perhaps you could tell me your name me lady." I asked with a slight bow. "Call me whatever you want sir" she replied with slight bow too. " Well if you say so princess, can I call you princess?" I asked " So be it" she replied in a sweet tone. "The name's Jack" I added. "Why have you graced me with your presence princess?" I asked, she touched my chest then pushed me and in the blink of an eye we were in the cabin which was about fifteen meters away, I was in midair then I landed softly on the bed as if being gently laid there. The room shone with her golden glow but this time the light was bearable and quite romantic actually, the dress she wore slowly detached from her body to review her perfect body in full view of my eyes, I froze in awe as jolts of electricity shot up my spine for she was a work of art. Her skin had a feint glow of gold which was simply too intoxicating for my eyes to behold, but who in there right mind would look away from such beauty? Her breasts so firm and so proud heaved in perfect unison as she moved towards the bed, this was too good to be true! "I haven't had this dream since I was thirteen!" I thought to myself, but oh my it was all real. Still fully clothed, I decided to rip my clothes off but she snapped her finger and my clothes were no more and we had foreplay for what seemed like an eternity. "I want you in me," she whispered underneath her breath. With lightening quick reflexes I was in her at her and she moaned in response to the invasion of her private chambers. I could see what seemed like a golden liquid slowly forming in her eyes as though she was about to cry. "Are you okay?" I asked with worry. "I'm okay, don't stop" she replied in between breaths, "all seems well," I thought to myself. As if being compelled by her words I gave it my all, her soft moans filled the room her legs wrapped tightly around my back the inevitable happened

A young being faced by his worst nightmares, the seven deadly sins, wrath, lust, greed, gluttony, envy, sloth and pride in an ever integrating dream verse before finally overcoming his fears and rising stronger than before and finding the serenity to love another like himself.

Bran, a 23 year old tall dark skinned arrogant and pissed melancholic man. Just came out first of his class in the arts of the untamed, a training regiment meant to Horne one's abilities in every conceivable aspect of reality. His body worked to its limit, his mind pushed to the edge of insanity and his spirit nearly broken by soul degrading exercise. It's been 3 years and now he's heading out into the world, broken yet strong, emotionless yet relentless. His main goal, survival. It's evening the sun's about to set and Bran walks through the autumn gardens of the mainland , leaves laying lifeless on the hard ground. The garden's been abandoned it'd been the one place he had pleasant memories, but that didn't matter now, he didn't really care anymore "Bran", a howling voice calls, Bran responds with a split second 180 degree turn spreading his long black leather coat behind and leaving a boot print on the dry ground. His dark brown eyes aggressively rape across the scenery, "Bran!!!", The howl grows more intense, his adrenaline spikes, he feels surrounded by an enemy he cannot see it's energy is dark and intense the wind blows, Bran's mad. He Swifts his coat back, he feels a tap on his shoulder and then another and another then he's dragged aggressively to the ground and pulled alone like a sac but he can't allow fear to cloud his mind he needs to find a way out. Then his eyes burn with rage bulging his chest he shouts ririsu !!! Sending a shockwave of potent kinetic energy across the garden and freeing him from the hold and before he knows he's encircled by a red ring of light, "oh crap!!", His transported to the dark ether a realm of the phantoms , revenous bloodthirsty phantoms. Bran rans across a thin stretch of black essence a hold of phantoms swarm behind him gliding swiftly through the ether , if they catch on he's a dead man, he might escape one but not an entire swarm. He's fast but they are faster, he can't run forever and this is their turf he needs quick action, he claps his hands looks back and shouts "fusa" creating an energy barrier which the phontoms break in seconds , " tribus scutum!!" He shouts creating a three layered shield holding back the ravenous phantoms enough to catch his breath and harness his enkem. A final product of his training as an untamed. He roars with untamed energy holding his hands to keep the shields holding, the first layer breaks then the second, the phantom are ragefully wanting to devour him whole... he weaves a bloom sign curving his pointer fingers on each other and his thumbs create a base, his eyes dilate, pistons the bloom sign at the phantoms he yells "Tsukamu!! Ahhh" he struggles to keep the last shield firm, it's filled with cracks blood oozing from his nose and the thin stretch of dark essence is fading, he'll lose his footing and be at the mercy of the phantoms. The shield shatters the phantoms shriek while charging ferociously. Bran holds the bloom sign to his heart eyes closed he sighs, the phantoms spiral around him slashing and bitting all being unable to reach an inch close to him. He's footing breaks he floats in the ether untouched and unharmed a prideful smirk decorates his face, he tamed the phantoms, not what he expected but what he did worked, normally blooming someone would mean sharing a portion of his essence and giving them a part of his energy leaving a mark of a burning fire Lilly flower on the target's chest. He doesn't know if the bloom will last, he's exhausted he needs to escape the ether but how? is the question that lingers on his mind. As he unconsciously floats through the ether his mind drifts to his days before the academy. "Bran wait for me!" A high pitched voice coming from Melissa, bran's childhood friend. Barely nine or ten though bran being two years older The two would play through their village garden which was gracefully dressed with the most fragrant of flowers ranging from the red to blue roses, tulips and fire Lilies , it was a sight to behold. The two had essentially become inseparable, tender ties had grown roots so deep through the years until the tremors and earthquakes began, rendering their little village unstable and unfit for settlement, their families drifted apart as they moved from the main land to different islands scattered throughout the Atlantic ocean which where the north, south, west, east and central island. Life on the islands was tough bran's parents fell prey to illness, "be strong my little fire lily" where the words his mother would say whenever bran needed encouragment. Bran would then be orphaned at the age of sixteen, survival had become a way of life, every meal was mere luck. Pirate raids had become more frequent and all bran could think about was a way out of these shit hole Islands. On one sunny day when bran was trying to catch himself some fish for lunch on the narrow banks of the central island he spotted multiple ships approaching, "shit pirates", bran grunted at the sight this