A witch and a vampire don't mix in a crowd nor do they marry for curse abounds their way. It's highly unthinkable even impossible to think of. But what happens when fate allows two extremely opposite creatures to be united in the farce of marriage? Adrienne Mallory is a fire-witch who lives a quiet life with her bosom friend Mary Crossborough, a wind witch inside their charming house in Ardelean Village. Until one morning Mary accidentally kills a dhampir while she is out practicing her defense magic. The killed dhampir is a young half-human half-vampire named Athan Silos who happens to be not only a mere cousin of the vampire king but his very own first cousin. Alaric Emrick is a young vampire king of Emrick City who lives inside Acheron Castle. He tasks his cousin to find a redhead witch in Ardelean Village who incessantly searches for her mother whom she lost as a child. Finding his cousin dead before two witches inside the Forest of the Witches, Alaric is prepared to kill them when he decides to spare their lives by taking Adrienne Mallory to be his wife back to Acheron Castle. A night of passion left Adrienne alone the next day when Alaric suddenly disappears with a note promising return. Waiting for the delayed return of her lover Alaric, learning a secret about her family, and suddenly expecting a child she didn't fully expect leaves fire-witch, Adrienne, searching for a new village to reside and to raise her baby. Now living a full life with her secret child settled inside a village considered a rival of her ex-lover, Alaric Emrick came back in her life with the knowledge existence of his son. Is love worthy to look back with a heart for a second chance this time?
View MoreShe must leave.
No one awaits her here.
This is not where she belongs.
She never even belonged the moment she stepped inside the castle to live among their kind.
They have always been wary of her. She never mixed with them. She has never been seen among them.
Until he came into her life, bringing her into the castle to live with him. To join his kind. To unify with him.
Yet she never felt welcomed.
She's been treated with indifference, coldness, and aloofness.
They were different.
She was different.
She was a witch. A fire-witch.
He was a vampire. A cold deadly one.
They don't mix in the day and they don't blend in the night.
She must leave at once. Now.
Adrienne packed her bags and luggage that night and left Emrick Castle early in the morning the next day.
She woke up before light hit the ground and she did her early morning routine in fast sure steps like usual only a little faster today as she couldn't stay soaked in her tub which was her favorite form of leisure and relaxation. She could stay in the tub for hours would she wish to stay in it.
Not just today. She's in a hurry.
She got out of the tub and dried herself with the towel and walked to the adjacent room to change into a traveler's suit. She dropped the towel and looked at herself in the mirror.
She could see her lean figure in the reflection. Her round firm breast. Her flat stomach. Her long legs.Adrienne touched her flat stomach.
It doesn't show yet. But she can feel the life pulsing inside her. She may not be a witch gynecologist by profession but she knows her own body too well.
She knows her magic too well. It's a dark deep secret. Her deepest desire.
They couldn't have done it had she not initiated the act that night. Thought Adrienne with a wry smile on her face.She wasn't even good at seduction. It must be the grapes. Those zinfandel grapes that she got herself addicted to. She was strong with wine but weak with that kind.
They shouldn't have done it.
But they did it. And she enjoyed every minute of it. They did not utter a sincere declaration of love that night but they were honest, very honest with their lust and desire for each other.
He was so good in bed. He ablazed her on fire. Even better than her fire magic if she would admit. But she would never admit it to his face.
That monster.
He left her.
With only a note not even saying goodbye.
How rudely convenient of him.Just like his cold icy personality. Just like always.
He left her after they shared an ardent night of unforgettable passion in each other's arms.
Entangled and succumbed to their own honest need and desire for each other.
Fueled by lust. Answered by need. Never blighted by love.
They did not love each other. But they understood one another.
She waited for him. She felt like she waited forever.
She already waited for a month.
Still, she hasn't heard any news from him.
Where could he be?
What happened to him?
Why wasn't he answering her letters of inquiry?
Adrienne touched her flat stomach once more seeing her reflection in the mirror. In the next few months, she knew she will be carrying the seed of their passion, of their union.
But he wouldn't be around to witness it.
He wouldn't be around her to watch her stomach grow with the life that they created together. He wouldn't be around to see her excited or grumpy or helpless carrying on with the pregnancy.Adrienne felt tears welling up her eyes.
He was so cruel.
He was so cruel to leave her without even saying goodbye in person. He was so cruel to touch her like fire in the night and left her cold and empty when morning came.
He was so cruel to leave just like that.
With only that note as his last goodbye.
She didn't even love him.
Now, she understood what it meant to pine. For him.
To pine for someone with such sweet longing, it hurts the heart. To pine for that someone, it pains the soul. To pine for that special person, it tears the core.
Yet never knowing when he will show himself again.
Adrienne heaved a sigh of regret and took clothes into the wardrobe and changed into her traveler's suit.
She changed into a red dress to match the color of her hair. She needed something to cheer her up. She had been fighting loneliness and solitude for a month now. It wasn't very good for the health.
She picked a more faded red color for her coat. She chose a pair of socks and put on her red boots.
Yes. She needed red colors right now. They know how to cheer her up. Even when her face can't. Even when her hair color only brought her endless sigh and regret being wildly red and wavy.
She brought her hair up. Curled it at the back of her head, letting twin strands of curls fall across the side of her face.
No wonder the witches of their village were wary of her. They would always think she has a short temper. Which she has. But she doesn't always blend much with her coven.
She keeps mostly to herself.
She has her own Aunt Isobel who lives on the border of Ardelean Village. She visits her whenever she could.
She has her bosom friend Mary Crossborough with whom she shares her charming little cottage.
Adrienne picked her bags and luggage and went to search for Sebastian. She found him down inside his office.
"Sebastian, I have to live." She informed him.
She handed him two letters."Please give it to mom when she wakes up later. And you can give the other one to Alaric when he comes home."
Sebastian gave her a hard stare.
"Where are you going, Lady Mallory?" he asked in his usual polite deep voice."I need to go back home."
She answered."But this is your home, milady."
He replied disbelief in his voice."This isn't my home, Sebastian."
She said refraining from sounding sad in her voice."But—but, you're the lady of the castle," he argued gruffly. "You are Lady Emrick."
Adrienne smiled at him gently."You're very kind, Sebastian. I didn't get to become Lady Emrick," she said with a furtive reply. "We've never gotten married."
"But if you could stay and wait for him longer, milady. I know he will return. He will never desert you, Lady Mallory."
Sebastian insisted.
"I can't wait for him anymore, Sebastian. He must have forgotten about me. He must have married Lady Allison in his home country."
Sebastian looked at her with an incredulous stare.
"You don't believe what you're saying, do you, milady?" asked the butler disbelieving what he had just heard.
Adrienne gave him a wry smile.
"I might just be telling the truth, Sebastian."
"Lady Mallory—" he said helplessly."I must leave, Sebastian. Would you please have the carriage waiting by the entrance?"
"Lady Mallory—" he repeated staring at her.
Adrienne turned around and walked up the first step of the stairs before turning back at him.
"Sebastian, I thank you for everything you did for me while I stayed in the castle. You have been very gracious to me."
She smiled once more at him.
"I'll wait in the drawing-room for the carriage."
Adrienne rode the train back to her home village, Ardelean Village, the forest village of the witches. It was a quiet ride back. An uneventful one. She came out of the station and hailed a horse-driven carriage to bring her back home.
When she arrived home, she found that her friend Mary Crossborough had been gone on a vacation to visit her family in Arian City which was two cities away from Ardelean Village. She just left yesterday and would stay with her family for a month-long vacation.
She stayed in their house for a week and decided to find another village to live in after finding herself positive that she was carrying a child for a month now.
She couldn't stay in Ardelean Village. People would talk about her pregnancy. And when they learn that it was a vampire that impregnated her, they will be warier of her.
She left her village.She found a quiet village after searching for a place that wouldn't be so easy to be found out. It's not like she was running away from Ardelean Village or Alaric Emrick himself.
She just needed time for herself. To process everything that happened. To accept this unexpected pregnancy that she hasn't foreseen. For although she had a mild power at clairvoyance, she couldn't exactly see her future.
She found the village at the border of the country. The place wasn't very famous to witches. They didn't usually come here.
A tall man with long silvery-white hair passed in front a few meters away from her.
Adrienne stood several meters away from him.
She looked at the name sign of the village she just entered.
Aardwolf Village. The sign read.
Perfect. Just a quiet place she needs to live with her unborn child. After allowing herself to live known and among them despite unwillingly being coerced inside a magnificent castle.
The village. It appeared desolate enough.
A place of secrets. A place to live and hide. Rune, she thought idyllically.
The bats kept coming flying above the gate once Aunt Isobel left in the carriage. The sound of the retreating horses from her carriage disappeared. Bats however zoomed in. They flew circling the towers and turrets of the Acheron castle. Their wings were flapping above and their squeaking noise was heard all around. It was supposed to be morning but with the gray clouds above them and the sudden rumbling of the sky on the horizon, it almost felt like dusk was soon to fall to the ground. And rain might be in the next couple of minutes. "What are all these bats swimming above the castle, Alaric?" Adrienne asked alarmed and uncertain as she looked up at the sky turning her eyes to the castle. "They're coming." Alaric said with foreboding. "Who are they that you are talking about?" she asked once more watching Alaric calmly looking at the bats above them. "Thana's associates, her family, the Society." And to further answer Adrienne's questions, carriages she'd never seen before ente
Both Alaric and Adrienne stared at Aunt Isobel.Alaric stopped slicing the steak he had on his plate. Adrienne stayed beside the chair holding it by the frame. She slowly went to sit down beside her aunt.Adrienne faced her aunt.“But, I thought you came here so you can spend some time with us, Aunt Isobel?” asked Adrienne puzzled. “What happened?”“Do you have any plans aside from staying here, Aunt Isobel?”Alaric asked as he continued to slice his food on his plate.“You can stay with us as much as you want. As long as you want.”Aunt Isobel looked at the couple before she spoke. She smiled at them.“As much as I would like to stay here until all these are over, your mom, Adrienne, Edana also wrote to me and asked me to stay with her. She asked me if I would like to visit Transylvania and I think now is the good time to travel to that country and spend my time
Sebastian appeared before Alaric and Adrienne as they were having breakfast in the dining hall. He just received a letter from the front delivered by an early postman. “A mail is delivered to you, my lord,” said Sebastian as he gave him the letter on the tray. A folded newspaper was placed beside it. Alaric looked at it with disinterest as he sliced his bacon on his plate. “Can’t it wait, Sebastian? I’m having breakfast.” He asked and forked the bacon and put it in his mouth. He took a slice of bread and spread mayo on it. “It sounds urgent my lord. But, please check it once you have breakfast.” Sebastian said and nodded to him and retreated to the back standing. Adrienne took the newspaper from the tray and unfolded it in front of her. Her face scowled upon reading the news. More Witches Found Dead In Maywitch “Three more witches were found dead in Maywitch this morning as residents of the village were wa
Thana Allison’s threat to Alaric couldn’t have been more than a feeble attempt of a defeated vampiress over the throne of queenship in the vampire society had there not been rigorous news of witch exploitations in the surrounding cities around Emrick City where other witches live supposedly peaceful lives until their lives were put in danger and more witches were being killed every day. It was as if to deliver a message that a wronged vampiress will not admit defeat despite the vampire whom the vampiress had long been chasing in pursuit no longer even caring about her existence. On the other hand, while the threat and slay of Thana Allison’s cruelty against the witches weren’t headline stories in Immortals Daily for names of lesser ranked vampires were the ones thrown into questions and inquisitions of these putrid matters, Alaric Emrick must be the only vampire in the society to know who was behind those recent news. If not the witch beside him who also had an i
“We shall hold a big wedding, Adrienne.”Alaric said in a loud and clear voice as he and Adrienne talked in the drawing-room.If that was merely talking that is, for Adrienne and Alaric had been arguing and constantly opposing each other for the past minutes about the details of the wedding.Alaric insisted on the grand wedding while Adrienne would rather have a simple one.“Alaric, I would very much like a simpler affair for this union,” said Adrienne in a cut clear tone. “If you can remember we didn’t even get to hold the grand wedding back three years ago, so what’s the point of it now?”“The point, witch, is what was three years ago was a bridge under the water. It was postponed because of unforeseen circumstances which I wasn’t able to finish in due time, thus, was delayed.”Alaric explained looking at Adrienne who was seated across him on the other sofa.Adrie
Life inside Acheron Castle resumed normal after the return of the master and mistress of the castle and the young master. Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner the family was gathered in the dining hall to share meals together. Alaric would always have his usual cup of coffee and a toast and bacon and eggs on his plate while Adrienne had her usual cup of tea, a boiled egg and a slice of fruit. While the unruly bubble, Rune would have his cup of milk and porridge and slice of fruit, too, on his table. Every breakfast they were together and so were lunch where Alaric would on most days liked to have steak served on his plate which Rune the little tyke also developed liking to, especially when the steak is bloodier than usual. This is one of the most behavior the kid had had mirrored of his father. “Don’t you think, Rune is becoming more and more of you every day, Alaric?” asked Adrienne as she plucked a globe of grape and put it in her mouth.
“What are you doing, Adrienne? Why are you not going down yet?” Alaric’s cold voice broke Adrienne’s reverie as she looked at the magnificent castle before her. She was looking at the towers and turrets of the castle and the red curtain drawn behind the large windows of the castle. She’s now back in Acheron Castle. Nothing appeared to have changed around it but she felt cold at the thought and the sight of it. Adrienne turned away and shifted her gaze instead at Alaric who quietly observed her. “Sorry,” she murmured and stepped down the carriage. She waited for Alaric to go down while he was holding Rune in his arms.“Home!” Rune gleefully smiled as he looked at the big castle in front of him. “Do you like it, son?” Alaric asked Rune as he adjusted his hold of him. Rune nodded repeatedly to Alaric’s face showing his agreement with his dada. “Let me carry him, Alaric,” said Adrienne stretching her arms tow
"Alaric!!!!!!!” screamed Adrienne as she watched the raven-haired young man open the gate and walk towards her in a nonchalant stride of his long legs. “You impossible man!” “So, you finally admit that you missed me, witch?” Alaric’s cool demeanor irritated Adrienne so much, she stomped her feet and slammed the door to his face when he was about to reach her at arm’s length. “What are you doing, Adrienne? Why did you slam the door in my face?” He asked rapping on the front door. “Aren’t you supposed to run and kiss me upon seeing me in flesh after a month’s absence?” Alaric said behind the closed door. “You are impossible!” she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. Adrienne crossed her arms and braced herself. She was so ready to punch and kick the vampire who created her a month’s worth of blood and gore. “You really think I would jump into you in an embrace upon seeing you, Alaric?” Adrienne asked, her voic
“Nimue, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” said Adrienne looking at her back while her friend Nimue has Rune comfortably sitting on her lap. The godmother and the toddler were sitting on a couch with Nimue holding a picture book for Rune to read. She had to go to the market to buy food for their lunch thinking if she needed to bring Rune or not with her to the market when Nimue happened to drop in her house and nonchalantly volunteered to look after his son. Adrienne reached for the doorknob and opened the door. She was greeted with more than a surprise to see the pavement from the gate to her door were aligned in thick columns of every kind of red flowers, from tulips to roses, to orchids, to carnations, to starflowers, every red-colored bloom that Adrienne can think and named of, beautifully displayed on basket woven containers. Even the ground had red and pink petals scattered everywhere. “Miss Mallory?” asked a young man with curl
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