Myra
"I must say, you are an excellent cook", Mr. Thompson praised making me blush. I smiled in acknowledgement. Marie giggled demurely and nudged me lightly. Last Sunday, Marie had almost forced me to have lunch with them and I couldn't help but oblige. This Sunday I had invited them. Marie and I have become fast friends. She often comes to my house, we talk even though sometimes I have to skirt away from certain topics due to obvious reasons.
Mr. Thompson usually stayed out of the house and returned home during weekends. Even though he was a doctor, I wonder why he was never seen around the village. I had made other acquaintances as well. The villagers seemed kind and friendly. However, I sometimes get this eerie feeling of being watched but when I turn around or look around, I find nothing out of place.
"She baked apple pie yesterday. She gave me some for you but I couldn't resist so I ate them", Marie's notorious confession pulle
MyraHis lips were still inches away from me while his gaze remained locked with mine. I exhaled slowly and shakily as I stare at him dumbfounded. Mates? What in the world was that? My shock turns into doubt as I repeat, "Mates?"He nodded without taking his eyes off me as if gauging my reaction. I countered, "What does it mean?" Damian straightened, "It means that we are soulmates". He spoke slowly as if being careful with his words and waited expectantly for my reply.Now I understood what he meant. While I did not really believe in soulmates, I had read a little about them in novels and poetries. I scoffed, taking a step back, "Soulmates? That is highly unlikely"."Why?" He closed the distance again. I peered at him, "Well, because you are...a vampire and I am a human and...if we were soulmates I don't think you would be treating me in this way". The bitterness in my tone leaked. I got balled my fists, my nails diggin
MyraI don't know for how long I stared at the vacant place where Damian had been standing not too long ago. Mates? I was that...beast's soulmate? That heartless, ruthless creature was my...soulmate? The lump in my throat made me gasp and it was then that I realised that I was crying.God could be ruthless when he wished to be, couldn't he? I was still reeling from almost being killed by him. I subconsciously touched the crook of my neck. I could still feel the phantom touch of his fangs. I shivered.I decided to go and lie down for a while and gather my scattered thoughts. Dusk had slowly crept in. As I was about to go, I was startled by Damian again. "Returning has been delayed." he walked past me as if this cottage was his, well, technically he did own it and went inside the bedroom.I could only do so much as gawk at his retreating figure before following him into the room. "Excuse me, what do you think you are doing
DamianI saw Myra let out an inaudible gasp. She didn't expect me to be a by-product of a human and a vampire. "But aren't vampires...turned?"I leaned one side against the windowsill, looking out at the starless night. I let out a shirt, humourless chuckle. "No. That's a misconception. A long time ago, vampires stopped turning humans into hybrids. That's what we call them. When a vampire drinks a human's blood then they usually drain the human out and kill them in the process."She gasped softly. I offered her a languid glance."My mother made the mistake of falling in love. Despite being a vampire who was probably a thousand years old and a Royal nonetheless, made the grave mistake of harbouring such a feeling. Towards a mortal." If I could go back in time, I would have stopped her even if that would have erased my existence from the world.Myra silently listened to me. "She pursued him. He was a rich merchant. Vampir
Myra"Raul," I whispered, the name tasted foreign on my tongue, unheard to my ears. I heard him inhale sharply and looked up at him. His intense gaze made me avert mine. His pale skin stood out even more in the darkness, ghostly and grey. My heart clenched at the traumatic experiences that he had faced. It made me angry to think that one person could be cruel enough to inflict such pain on his beloved and his child even if they weren't human and how that person was the sole reason that led Damian to the conclusion that all humans were cruel and heartless. His mother despite being undead, a nocturnal, a Royal was tortured so inhumanly. A little boy who did not deserve such treatment was almost burnt at stake. I blinked several times to hold back my tears."Why are you telling me all this?" I couldn't help but ask. We were standing side by side, looking out into the dark wilderness. The lights from candles in the room had long been snuffed out by t
DamianWhen I came back to my senses, the first thing that my unfeeling body felt was the pain. I cried out, my eyes were wide open now. I took in my surroundings while trying to forget the ver-present pain and burning. I was in the dungeon and this was no doubt the Castle. It didn't take me long to realise that my wrists were bound, my knees were throbbing with dull pain. It has been long since I felt this kind of pain. I chuckled despite wincing, this reminded me of the man who sired me. The silver chains encircling my wrist must have charred the skin there. My back also ached, the phantom sensation of what probably was a silver dagger still present.However, my pain addled brain tried to decipher as to why I had suddenly been ambushed or who had the audacity to ambush me. I tried to pull on the chains but that served to alleviate my pain even more."Still fighting, I see." An all too familiar feminine voice made me glance up. Alex
DamianThe pain that was coursing through my entire body somehow felt a distant ache now as I took in the revelation. My mouth fell open as I stared at the High Queen dumbfounded. She steadily kept her gaze elsewhere. Her jaws set in a defiant clench. She was my mother's...If one would think that I felt a sudden rush of affection or felt emotional at this discovery then they would be mistaken. All I felt was anger, the mind-numbing pain that I felt, turned into fury. How could she not do anything for my mother if she was the Queen's only daughter? Why did she let us suffer and let my mother wither away like that?"So you...turned me to save your face? So that the Council didn't question you?" I spat out. Even moving my lips turned out to be a difficult chore as the time ticked. She turned her scathing gaze towards me and huffed out a patronizing laugh, "Well I wouldn't have if you managed to fend for yourself." The last part stung more th
Damian"No....you did not...you...didn't..." I chanted, not believing and not even daring to imagine that she might have harmed Myra. In the process, I was also trying to convince myself that she was at the cottage, safe and maybe waiting for me. My heart twisted in agony. The Queen turned around. "What makes you think that I will spare her?" her question made me flinch. She was an unbiased ruler and her name preceded her. Yet...and yet she had protected me in her own way or for own sake.I lowered my gaze unable to give her a proper answer. My lips quivered as my mind chalked up different scenarios. I screwed my eyes shut. The pain and worry making it impossible for me to shut out the thoughts.She waited for a while, for what? I don't know before I heard her retreating footsteps. I sagged, my breath coming out in laboured pants. Suddenly I had no fight left in me. I did not entertain the notion of being able to save her, it would b
MyraThe first thing, I remotely felt after I came back to my senses was burning pain. It felt as if my entire body was on fire. A scream wrenched out of my lips as I felt the burning sensation devouring my senses like a fire-breathing monster. The next thing I became aware of was that I was no longer on the forest grounds but in a more...civilised place? I felt my fear spike up. Where was I? And why was I not dead?"Ah...I see you are awake." Through the haze of pain and fear, I squint to locate the origin of the voice and then my gaze fixates on Alexandra. I hurriedly sit up and glare at her, "Why am I here?" The burning sensation in my throat makes my voice sound scratchy and hoarse. She sighs but doesn't answer. Instead, she walks up to me and hands me a goblet with a sweet-scented liquid.I eye the goblet before glancing up at her. She raises an eyebrow. "Drink it and the burning sensation that you might be feeling will go away." Her
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Damian My threat had its desired effect. She paled, her eyes turned fearful as she staggered back, as if he was about to attack her. "Who-who told you such lies?! I have one no such thing!" My gaze did not waver, but hers averted. Her clenched fists shook with anger. Myra's grip on my arm tightened. "If you haven't then why aren't you looking me in the eye?" I asked. "For all this time, I have been dwelling on grief and guilt. I have regretted nothing more than the heinous act I had committed. Do you know how many nights? Have roamed the woods, unable to find peace anywhere? How I segregated myself from the lot so that I wouldn't have to face something like that again? Do you?" My voice had risen several octaves with each unanswered question, which is why the silence that followed felt jarring. "I..." she seemed o be at a loss for words. I could see how her lips had thinned, how her cheeks had paled and how her jaw had tightened.
DamianRage engulfed every vein in my body. How dare he? I lived with the guilt of killing a dear friend for as long as I could remember, and now, he is telling me that he manipulated me to do so? that I was made to kill someone? Before I knew it, I was charging towards him. I watched as Connor's. eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he retaliated. I punched his face before he could make the first move, after all, I was the Nocturnal between the two. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Greyson approaching. But before he could take any further steps, Myra attacked him. I couldn't help, but smirk, feeling proud o my mate for acting quickly.I barely managed to dodge the spell that was directed at me. But Andrew deflected it with a spell of his own. I watched Myra clearly having the upper hand in the fight. Hybrids were strong like that. However, her moves were a bit sluggish. I twisted his arm, relishing the howl that ripped out from his mo
Myra My eyes darted towards Nora, who had stiffened as well. Her body language conveyed that it was not Connor, and I didn't know whether to be happy about it. And it was then that his scent wafted into my nostrils. Damian. Dread and happiness amalgamated inside me, coiling and wounding around my dead heart. Nora rushed to the door. I couldn't move an inch, even if I wanted to. "Please, no!" I shouted, but she was out of the door. I tried to rankle the binds but only managed to get nicked by the dagger. It burned the area. I hissed in pain and backed away. I feared the worst because I didn't what Nora could do. The urge to cry increased. But that would be fruitless, given how I wouldn't be able to cry anymore. The burn on my neck did not even seem to bother me now. I eagerly stared at the doorway, and then I felt myself sag in the chair with relief when Damian entered through the door. Andrew followed him in. My mate's eyes
Damian"Sire, I beg you to calm down," Andrew said placidly after hearing a sickening crack on the wooden table. My anger did not simmer down. All I wanted to do was rip out Connor's throat and send him to his beloved."Did you get any intel?""I... think that she must have been taken to the plague village," he replied carefully. I frowned and stood up from the chair. The living room rarely resembled like one anymore, but I hardly cared for decorum."You mean the abandoned village near Shadowwick?" I asked. Andrew gave a slow nod. "It's a possibility, and I also heard from the night watchers that they had seen a carriage drive in that direction. The occurrence was unfamiliar since hardly anyone goes there and there is no other stop in between.It was highly possible Shadowwick was not far from here. Connor wouldn't dare to venture into the town because he was still being hunted down, even after all these yea
DamianDread coursed through my body as I scanned the entire house. It wasn't even that big, comprising only two floors and an attic. I knew she wasn't here. I couldn't sense her. "Sire, I assume Connor was here. And another person," Andrew said. His voice tight. I clenched my fists. I knew it! I knew he wasn't as honest as he appeared to be. And yet...I threw the nearest thing across the floor. The ornate vase shattered into pieces. "Sire, you must calm down. We need to find Lady Myra." I heard Andrew's tentative tone. He knew my anger could turn ugly and it will when I meet Connor who dared to take my mate."Sire?" Andrew handed me a letter. "I found it on the mantel," he said. I snatched the letter and tore it open. I was certain it was written by Connor.[Dear Raul,If you have not already guessed it, then let me tell you, I have your mate. I must say that she is feisty. Put up quite a fight. But thanks to my slave
MyraI stared out of the window, into the dark woods. Damian had gone to meet Andrew, and I was awaiting his return eagerly. As time passed, my anxiousness started increasing as well. He had promised that he would come back before the nightfall...I paced around the room, feeling like a caged animal almost since he had strictly prohibited me from going out. Despite being an immortal now, I feared for his life. A bitter chuckle slipped out of my lips. Life? A useless word for me now. Yet I feared for Damian. For what he might encounter, or rather whom he might encounter.I decided to leave the confines of our room and go downstairs. The house was warded anyway. Damian had said that if someone came by, I would be able to see them but they wouldn't. They would only see a dilapidated house. I did not question his faith in Andrew who apparently was a warlock. I went and sat on the settee, my gaze pinned to the window. My thoughts wandered to Co
DamianI stared, absolutely stunned and amazed, at the tiny village that was nestled within the deep woods. Myra, too, looked around in awe. "Are they all...?" Connor nodded, answering my unfinished question. Myra walked ahead. I saw some women looking at us suspiciously, almost warily, if I dare say. I could understand the reason behind such dubious glances and wary flickers of gazes. They could sense that I am a Royal. All the vampires can sense another's rank if they had one."Don't worry, they are friends," Connor said aloud, an affable grin slipping on his lips. It was a reassuring smile, a silent promise of assurance. But most of them who had been outside having scurried inside their houses. Connor looked at me apologetically. I stared back impassively. I was still cautious of him. He was the man whose lover I had killed. I would never forget Fredrick's solemn gaze and the deep-seated agony inside. Even if he looked harmless, there was no w
DamianMy eyebrows twitched as Connor sipped tea calmly sitting in the living room. Myra sat on one of the settees. Her gaze darting towards me from time to time. "How did you find this house?" I asked him, crossing my arms across my chest. Connor placed the cup and saucer down and leaned on the sofa. "I...navigated." I furrowed my eyebrows. It wasn't possible unless...No, Andrew wouldn't divulge a thing, even if his life was on the line."Why are you here?" I asked impatiently. When Connor knocked on the door this morning, I had almost ripped out his throat, thinking it was some imposter. Then he asked for a cup of tea from Myra, who had come downstairs as well and refused to answer any question until now."I realised that talking in the middle of the woods was a dangerous thing, especially now that both of you are fugitives like me," he explained, his tone held a hint of sarcasm which grated my skin. I knew he would not leave any o