In his prime, he should have achieved great success in his career and been admired by others. However, unexpectedly betrayed by his adopted son, he fled and found himself encountering a pack of wolf cubs, each of them seemingly eager to devour him.

In Highschool there is a caste system of sorts. At the top there are Vampires, then there are Werewulfs, and then, the Demons. At the bottom though, are the half-bloods. The ones that come as a result of two species eloping. The ones that are outcasts and disgraces to the species they claim as their own, cursed to be forever claimed by the contents of their blood. Ethan is a half-blood, and pretty unhappily so. He never had a problem with his upbringing, only the things that come with it. Oliver is a werewulf, popular and well, full blooded. A full blood with a hatred for those who have no control over their blood. How these two come together? That's a can of worms no one wants to open. ______ This is a test story, I have never written any non-fanfiction stories in a serious manner so forgive me it is not as good as it could be! It's not meant to be a long story so it may be kind of fast paced!

The blood of a twenty-year-old girl can allegedly be used to make vermicelli soup, claiming to prolong life and enhance masculine vitality. After my mother's death, my father brought me back to the old mansion. There lived my father's first wife and my half-sister, along with the factory where my father produces duck blood vermicelli soup. He owns the biggest duck blood factory in the area. However, my half-sister said that once I turn twenty, I would be made into human blood vermicelli soup, thereby contributing to our father's illustrious life. I refuse to be consumed, I am desperate to know why anyone would do such horrifying acts, so I chose to expose them, to give them a taste of their own medicine. Everyone loves duck blood vermicelli soup, but is it all really made from duck's blood?