Raven We were cooped in the hotel for three days, and even though we were now with the staff, I was restless. I had a feeling of dread looming over my head and tried hard to quell my feelings, but I was putting my family in danger and heartless to have not informed my dad or anyone else of my whereabouts. Nova was recently involved in an accident and the tension in the family was high, and I was worsening it by going AWOL. My dad must be worried sick, calling everyone and putting up a search party for me. Vlad and I weren't safe because there was a huge chance of us getting busted by Dimitri or whatever he was called. As the days went by, my resolve to call my dad became stronger. I had to tell him the truth, but the thought of his unbridled anger lashing at me filled me with so much anxiety. We were boxed indoors. Vlad divided his time between watching TV and strategizing his next move against Dimitri, while I kept myself busy reading novels. All we did was wake up, eat,
Lucian The land was in chaos, with King Vladislav overthrown and tyrants Dimitri and Dracula running things. Everything had turned upside down, and crime had become rampant - robbing, raping, and killing. No one dared to question them because their word was law. Unfortunately, the helpless children and elderly suffered the most. King Vladislav and I were thrown into the dungeon of the castle . The powerful vampire king was now reduced to a caricature. The king crumbled, shrinking from powerlessness. I sat on the hard, bare floor, staring up at the low ceiling. The dungeon was dark and cursed with joylessness, with dim lighting coming in through the thick stone walls. All they offered us was water and a slice of bread. My father was devastated, and I blamed myself for it all. If only I had come clean and told him the truth, none of this would have taken place, or at least he would have averted a lot from happening. The previous day, one of Dimitri's guards insulted the king, c
Raven Vlad and I were so confused and didn't know the next step to take. Dora had warned Vlad to be very careful and lay low because Dimitri had informants everywhere. It was even dangerous for us to call her, as Dimitri could trace the call and hurt her. Vlad couldn't sleep and kept thinking the worst. Zarek and I stared helplessly at him. And as for me, my thoughts were filled with self-loathing and the nagging urge to ask for my dad's help tugged in my heartstrings. But it was very unlikely that my dad, a Lycan, would help Vlad and the vampire king. The possibility was almost impossible. He was never going to take me seriously. And the thought made my belly knot nervously. I could sense the frustration in Vlad's eyes. He was like a locked-up bull, searching for a means of escape. He had stopped smiling, answering questions with minimal responses, and kept sighing constantly. He seemed to prefer talking to Zarek more than me, and that infuriated me because he made me feel lik
Raven A maddening rush of terror made my heart surge like a hamster on a wheel. I feared we were going to die and fixated on the worst-case scenario as we dived forward. "Don't stop running!" Vlad cried out at the top of his voice. "Keep your head down and run!" My vision went blurry with my sanity threatening to fly out like an escaping balloon. My thoughts were running all over the place. Tall, fiery vampires who must be Dimitri and his men raced after us so swiftly that I didn't see the gutter in front of me until Vlad grabbed my hand. We were trapped in a never-ending maze of darkness and death. Our bodies were covered with sweat and my lungs were burning from lack of air despite the salty sea breeze whipping against my face. We couldn't afford to slow down. "Keep running, Raven! Don't stop!" Vlad's urgent voice echoed in my ears as he ran beside me. His eyes were tormented and filled with worry, and he gripped the bag containing the staff. My breaths came in uneven gas
Lucian It was the fourth day of staying in this dreadful dungeon. The king kept to himself and his hatred for me burned off him in thick waves. He sat hunched on a wooden stool, his back turned towards me, clearly displaying his resentment and creating an emotional rift between us. I felt utterly foolish for not delving deeper into my father's true nature before condemning him. The king blamed me for everything, casting hostile glares that I could no longer bear to meet. Did I blame him? Hell no. This was entirely my fault. I had betrayed him, aligned with Dmitri, and now I was paying the price. It was unbearable to watch him glare at me and more painful that the guards had no respect for him. They'd come in, toss two bottles of water and measly bread, mock the king, and lock the door shut. Escaping was impossible as two guards were stationed outside. I didn't know how long I could stay in this horrible, dark room. The darkness was suffocating and it would be a miracle if we ha
Raven The automatic doors unlocked, and my heart whizzed with fear as we hurried into the emergency room with the medical personnel clearing the way for the stretcher carrying Vlad's comatose body. I had never been so terrified in my entire life. A few nurses gave me odd looks because this was a vampire hospital and I wasn't their kind.Without thinking, and with my heart pounding in my chest. I rushed in with them. "You need to stay calm, miss. Please wait outside," a nurse said to me but I couldn't bear to leave and ignored her.My eyes were locked on Vlad's still body and the nurse continued talking to me, not knowing that I was only hearing her words from afar.The medical personnel checked for responsiveness and pulse, examining Vlad's airway and breathing. They administered oxygen by using a bag-valve-mask to help with his breathing and stabilized the arrow to prevent any further movement.Vlad's face was deathly pale. The doctors connected him to various tubes and machines t
Raven It had been two long days since Vlad's unconsciousness, and the more the hours went, the more my heart ached with fear. It was so difficult to see the one I loved on the bed unconscious without any sign of life in him, with the tubes and wires connected to his frail body. I couldn't tear my gaze away from his pale and fragile face, searching for any sign that would give me hope. My mind was in turmoil. Vlad was young and would be nineteen in a few months. Why would the universe allow this to happen to someone so young and innocent? I couldn't give up on him, not after all the pain we had gone through. Unfortunately, his father was beginning to lose hope. I saw it in his voice, his actions, and mannerisms. And because I had no one to support me, I was beginning to doubt myself as well. I watched the king stand on the other side of the bed with sorrowful eyes. The stake had struck dangerously close to Vlad's heart, and not the center of his heart. A small piece of the shar
Nova I was finally discharged from the hospital after a long and painful week. Becoming an outpatient meant I was on the road to recovery, but the thought of relying on crutches and the potential damage to my leg filled me with worry. The doctor assured me I'd be fine, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the worst was yet to come. "It's not fair, Mom! How could this happen to me? My leg... it's ruined!" I vented my frustration. "I won't be able to walk the runway or book any modelling jobs. My career is over!" "Sweetie, now you're exaggerating," my mom said gently. "This setback is only temporary." "Temporary? Look at my leg! I can't even put weight on it. I'll be left with a scar, and who wants a model with a visible imperfection? No one! The industry is so competitive and there are thousands of other models out there, flawless and ready to take my place. I'll be forgotten." "Come on, darling. Your situation is temporary, and you'll be fine in no time. The doctors said not to