Novels by Maranatha

Back in his study Azriel continued going through the previous documents that required his attention. Tonight was another night . Another night to go and hunt in the woods .He hadn’t bit on a flesh for a while now and his fangs itched, they yearned for flesh . A knock sounded on the door , he wasn’t expecting anyone at the moment. For a while his mind went to Grace “ Was she back to continue her mischievous games?” He thought. There was nothing else left to offer her , her blood helped him a lot but he didn’t require them anymore, for some reasons he couldn’t even fathom himself. “Come in “ “ For a moment I thought you were dead “ James Spoke mockingly as he strode towards the table . James , Azriel’s long time friend. He was a tall fair Man , with a well built body that every woman wished for in a man , a round face that was complimented with a pointed a pointed nose.In the human world, he’d pass for someone in his thirties, but like Azriel, centuries had passed in the blink of a

The encounter with the prince in the garden still lingered on her mind as she sat down outside watching the birds as they flew . She had always loved watching birds even when she was younger with her Father. “Father …she breathed out. She hadn’t thought about him in a long while . She missed him everyday . She never thought she would survive without her dad but look at her, ten years plus and she was proud of how far she had come.Meanwhile in the garden, the royal family sat together with Lord James. Anyone who looked at them from far would think the atmosphere was nice and they were just acquaintances having a good time. But the tension surrounding them was insane, each person occupied with their own thoughts.“Charlotte how are your study sessions going ?” The Queen asked breaking the silence . “ Very well , Your Majesty “Charlotte answered It was a custom in the land for every young amiable girl or woman to learn the traditions of the kingdom which Charlotte was doing . And also

Azriel spent most of his day inside his study, overseeing the construction of the new magistrate office. Papers requiring his signature piled high, but his mind wandered to the enchanting encounter with the mysterious girl in the dining hall. A sly smile spread across his face, knowing he had left a lasting impression.A knock at the door broke the spell. "Come in.""Your Highness, tea," Grace announced, entering with a steaming tray."I didn't request any," Azriel said, his gaze remaining on the papers."You usually have tea by this time, Your Highness," Grace replied, her voice laced with a hint of seduction.Azriel's eyes flickered, acknowledging her thoughtfulness. "Very...considerate of you, Grace."Grace's eyes locked onto his, her pupils dilating with a mix of desire and expectation. She stood there, awaiting his next move, but Azriel's attention returned to the papers.Disappointed, Grace turned to leave. "Your welcome, Your Highness," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

As the sun dipped below the horizon in the rural village, Sophia's uncle, Patrick, and aunt, Diane, seethed with a mix of shock, anger, and desperation. They just figured out that Sophia had escaped Patrick, a rugged man in his late forties, paced outside his humble abode, his weathered face etched with worry. "Where could she have gone?" he muttered to himself, his mind racing with the possibilities. He knew Sophia had no acquaintances, no friends to speak of, and no money to her name. The thought of his niece, alone and vulnerable, sent a shiver down his spine.Diane, on the other hand, was a cauldron of rage. "This is the girl you raised with so much love, and this is how she repays you?" she spat, her voice venomous. "She's thrown away her future, and for what?"Patrick shot her a stern glance. "You're more concerned about the marriage you arranged than Sophia's safety, aren't you?" His tone was laced with accusation.Diane's face twisted in a scowl. "What a convenient time for h

Azriel lounged in the carriage, his eyes fixed on the palace looming ahead. He loathed the palace, a gilded cage where his every move was scrutinized. His parents, the king and queen, were ruthless power-hungry monsters, their son's happiness mere collateral damage in their pursuit of dominance.As the carriage rolled to a stop, Azriel's thoughts drifted to the mysterious girl he'd rescued in the forest. Why had he saved her? He could have left her to rot, but something about her had stirred a long-dormant spark within him."Your Majesty, we've arrived," Elliot announced, opening the carriage door.Azriel stepped out, his piercing gaze sweeping the palace façade. The castle's ancient stones seemed to whisper secrets, its grandeur a testament to the ruthless ambition of his family.As he entered the dining hall, his parents' voices grated on his nerves. He ignored them, his eyes scanning the room for a glimpse of the girl. His parents' presence was a mere annoyance, a reminder of the t

Madam Grace's eyes blazed with resentment as she gazed at Sophia. What secrets had this girl uncovered to warrant the lord's favor? He was notorious for his indifference, yet he'd brought this human into the palace, shielding her from the harsh realities of their world.A spark of jealousy ignited within Madam Grace. Why had the lord shown this girl such mercy? And what was the meaning behind his explicit orders to handle her with care?"Sophia!" Madam Grace's voice cut through the air, her tone dripping with malice.Sophia's eyes snapped towards Madam Grace, her heart skipping a beat. She hastened to obey, her senses on high alert."Follow Margret to the dining hall," Madam Grace instructed, her voice laced with disdain. She thrust a tray of steaming food into Sophia's hands, her fingers brushing against Sophia's skin.Sophia's gaze flicked towards Margret, a slender girl with a tray of food balanced on her hip. Their eyes met, and Sophia sensed a flicker of curiosity, perhaps even f