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**Werewolf And The Hunter**
#WritcoStoryPrompt75
He fell for her the moment he saw her at the __________. Fill in the blank and create a story.
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He fell for her the moment he saw her at the masquerade ball. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, her long flowing hair cascading down her back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was dressed in a stunning red gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from her.
As the Alpha Werewolf prince, he was used to getting whatever he wanted. But this woman, she was different. There was something about her that drew him in, something that made his wolf stir within him. He had to have her, had to make her his.
He approached her, his heart pounding in his chest. "May I have this dance?" he asked, holding out his hand to her.
She smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her onto the dance floor.
As they danced, he couldn't help but feel a connection to her, a bond that went beyond mere attraction. He knew then that she was his mate, the one he had been searching for all his life.
But as the night wore on, he began to notice something strange about her. Her movements were fluid, almost too graceful, and there was a wildness in her eyes that sent a shiver down his spine. Could she be...?
Before he could finish his thought, she leaned in close to him, her lips brushing against his ear. "I know what you are," she whispered, her voice sending a thrill of fear through him. "And I know what you want."
He pulled back, his eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?" he demanded, his wolf growling within him.
She smiled, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I'm not just a beautiful girl, my prince. I'm a hunter, a slayer of your kind. And tonight, you're my prey."
Before he could react, she lunged at him, her fangs bared and her claws extended. The ballroom erupted into chaos as the prince and the hunter fought, their bodies moving in a deadly dance of death and desire.
In the end, it was the prince who emerged victorious, his wolf roaring in triumph as he stood over the fallen hunter. But as he looked down at her lifeless body, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. She had been his mate, his other half, and now she was gone.
As he gazed out at the moonlit night, he knew that he would never forget her, the beautiful girl who had captured his heart and his soul in one fateful moment at the masquerade ball. And he vowed to honor her memory, even as he ruled over his kingdom as the Alpha Werewolf prince.
Written By,
Ivan Edwin
Pen Name : Maximus.
© All Rights Reserved
He fell for her the moment he saw her at the __________. Fill in the blank and create a story.
_
He fell for her the moment he saw her at the masquerade ball. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, her long flowing hair cascading down her back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She was dressed in a stunning red gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from her.
As the Alpha Werewolf prince, he was used to getting whatever he wanted. But this woman, she was different. There was something about her that drew him in, something that made his wolf stir within him. He had to have her, had to make her his.
He approached her, his heart pounding in his chest. "May I have this dance?" he asked, holding out his hand to her.
She smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied, taking his hand and allowing him to lead her onto the dance floor.
As they danced, he couldn't help but feel a connection to her, a bond that went beyond mere attraction. He knew then that she was his mate, the one he had been searching for all his life.
But as the night wore on, he began to notice something strange about her. Her movements were fluid, almost too graceful, and there was a wildness in her eyes that sent a shiver down his spine. Could she be...?
Before he could finish his thought, she leaned in close to him, her lips brushing against his ear. "I know what you are," she whispered, her voice sending a thrill of fear through him. "And I know what you want."
He pulled back, his eyes narrowing. "What do you mean?" he demanded, his wolf growling within him.
She smiled, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I'm not just a beautiful girl, my prince. I'm a hunter, a slayer of your kind. And tonight, you're my prey."
Before he could react, she lunged at him, her fangs bared and her claws extended. The ballroom erupted into chaos as the prince and the hunter fought, their bodies moving in a deadly dance of death and desire.
In the end, it was the prince who emerged victorious, his wolf roaring in triumph as he stood over the fallen hunter. But as he looked down at her lifeless body, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. She had been his mate, his other half, and now she was gone.
As he gazed out at the moonlit night, he knew that he would never forget her, the beautiful girl who had captured his heart and his soul in one fateful moment at the masquerade ball. And he vowed to honor her memory, even as he ruled over his kingdom as the Alpha Werewolf prince.
Written By,
Ivan Edwin
Pen Name : Maximus.
© All Rights Reserved
