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PREVIEW: The Wolves of Kirkney
A new project I'm announcing, and will be shown exclusively on our Patreon at Big Stories here: https://www.patreon.com/bigstories
The Wolves of Kirkney is a new novel I'm currently writing, which will be published by Blackwarren Books, which I work for as a contracted Editor. It is due to be published by the end of 2023, but if you enjoy hot werewolves, murder mysteries, Victorian nobility, snarky vampires, and fantasy action, then I'd love it if you kept your eyes out for this one. The rough draft's first chapter is available for viewing on Patreon for our $5 and $10 patrons, and I'll be uploading new chapters each month. Thank you for giving this a look over, and I hope you'll enjoy this particular story I have to share!
The young lady scoffed. "I don't think I appreciate your sense of humor. I came to you with a sincere offer to make our married life as comfortable for us both as possible, and you mock me with… fairy stories?"
Duncan smiled bleakly. "I think you'll have to start believing in some of those fairy stories." He glanced over to the tall windows lining the library walls, letting moonlight pour in, and slowly making his way around the room, extinguishing candles and dimming the light in the room, leaving only the fireplace. "As I said- I will ask you do not scream. You're in no danger, here." He reached into his shirt, removing a small silver pendant, and then breathing in deeply. Already, he could feel something stirring inside him.
Charlotte, now fully wary, slowly rose, backing away from Duncan as he continued to talk. Down to his shirt, the hints of his powerful physique were many, and she could see hard muscle beginning to shift- and grow. "Lord Duncan, you're beginning to frighten me, and I don't care for it. If you are a gentleman, I beg you to end this… this performance at once."
Duncan snarled, bearing his teeth. As he spoke, his voice grew deeper. "The Galbraiths and a dozen other families across the British Isles have long held to very old traditions. Before the Reformation, before the Plantagenets, before the Romans, a curse- or blessing, depending on who you speak to- runs through our blood. I'm afraid, Lady Charlotte, you are about to be married into a family of werewolves."
The Wolves of Kirkney is a new novel I'm currently writing, which will be published by Blackwarren Books, which I work for as a contracted Editor. It is due to be published by the end of 2023, but if you enjoy hot werewolves, murder mysteries, Victorian nobility, snarky vampires, and fantasy action, then I'd love it if you kept your eyes out for this one. The rough draft's first chapter is available for viewing on Patreon for our $5 and $10 patrons, and I'll be uploading new chapters each month. Thank you for giving this a look over, and I hope you'll enjoy this particular story I have to share!
The young lady scoffed. "I don't think I appreciate your sense of humor. I came to you with a sincere offer to make our married life as comfortable for us both as possible, and you mock me with… fairy stories?"
Duncan smiled bleakly. "I think you'll have to start believing in some of those fairy stories." He glanced over to the tall windows lining the library walls, letting moonlight pour in, and slowly making his way around the room, extinguishing candles and dimming the light in the room, leaving only the fireplace. "As I said- I will ask you do not scream. You're in no danger, here." He reached into his shirt, removing a small silver pendant, and then breathing in deeply. Already, he could feel something stirring inside him.
Charlotte, now fully wary, slowly rose, backing away from Duncan as he continued to talk. Down to his shirt, the hints of his powerful physique were many, and she could see hard muscle beginning to shift- and grow. "Lord Duncan, you're beginning to frighten me, and I don't care for it. If you are a gentleman, I beg you to end this… this performance at once."
Duncan snarled, bearing his teeth. As he spoke, his voice grew deeper. "The Galbraiths and a dozen other families across the British Isles have long held to very old traditions. Before the Reformation, before the Plantagenets, before the Romans, a curse- or blessing, depending on who you speak to- runs through our blood. I'm afraid, Lady Charlotte, you are about to be married into a family of werewolves."
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Werewolf / Lycanthrope
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File Size 37 kB
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