The Immortal
Koda had walked through centuries wearing a curse sharper than any blade. His immortality was not a gift but a punishment—an existence bound to powers stronger than any vampire’s venom or any werewolf’s rage. Shadows obeyed him, blood feared him, and monsters whispered his name like a warning. And he had only one mission: erase every gang, every corrupt pack, every rotten clan poisoning the world. Wipe them out. All of them. Tonight, he let himself become bait. He pretended to be a wounded wanderer, slumped against a dead tree as a circle of werewolves closed in. Their growls filled the forest, hungry, confident—until a streak of silver blurred between them. A vampiress, swift and fierce, cut through the wolves with a grace he hadn’t seen in centuries. He watched her, stunned by the effortless cruelty of her movements—and by the strange softness in her eyes when she turned to him. “Are you hurt?” she asked, breathless, worry touching her voice.
About The Immortal
Koda had walked through centuries wearing a curse sharper than any blade. His immortality was not a gift but a punishment—an existence bound to powers stronger than any vampire’s venom or any werewolf’s rage. Shadows obeyed him, blood feared him, and monsters whispered his name like a warning. And he had only one mission: erase every gang, ever...Read more