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It was silent. An ear-deafening silence."What?" Sam asked with a silent whisper."That's why he chose full moon - so he can get me pregnant." I explained in an anxious voice. Fear settled in my bones when I felt the air of fury around me. "He wants you to bear a child for him? He wants to impregnate you?" Sam stalked closer to me, and I would've stepped back, if my knees weren't already touching the bench, preventing any escape. I kept my eyes down on the ground, and saw his figure appearing in front of me. "And you agreed to this?" He asked sharply.I looked up at him, at his full black eyes. Sam seemed bigger, more dangerous."I didn't have a choice. It was this or return to the dark ones. They would've raped us, Sam. And I had to think about my pregnant best friend. I was responsible for her, as well." I replied in a strong voice."That's such a human answer. You should have thought about yourself, for fucks sake, Fay. This is not happening. You should've never agreed to this." Sa
I moaned as my head fell back against the rough bark of the willow tree. Stars danced before my eyes, and I could feel Sam's intense gaze upon me. His fingers dug into my skin as he took a deep, longing breath.I felt his face coming closer to mine."He wants you like this." Sam whispered softly. I opened my eyes immediately, meeting his half-green, half-black gaze. "He wants what I have." He whispered next, his eyes fully focused on mine "He wants the only thing I have ever truly wanted in this life. The one thing I would sacrifice everything for. The only one I will die for."My eyes were wide, and I stayed still as I gazed at him. I felt his words etching my heart. They felt like they came from the depths of his soul, and he whispered them like he wouldn't ever utter them out loud, but he had no choice but to now.His hand remained on my waist, and he tightened his arm around me, as if he could push me into his body for safety. His eyes stayed locked on mine, as if etching my very
Sam looked at him. "You miss her?" He asked calmly as he stepped slightly closer to me. The dark one snorted like it was the funniest thing ever. "I miss the way she screamed when we hurt her. When we took away her shoes, or when we plunged a needle into her arm or neck." He rasped. Disgust crawled over my skin as I recalled those horrifying memories. "What else do you miss? What else did you do to her?" Sam asked. I glanced at him, but his focus remained fixed on the dark one. "Tell me everything you did to her." He demanded. "Wouldn't you like to know." The dark one replied menacingly. Sam advanced toward me, gently brushing aside strands of hair that had fallen over my shoulder. I tensed slightly, but relaxed when his cool fingers touched my skin. "Do you miss her blood? Do you miss her taste on your tongue? Do you wish you bit directly into her neck?" Sam taunted the dark one loudly as his fingers trailed over my neck. The dark one tensed up. Sam smirked in response, and t
Sam clenched his fingers into the dark one's skin. "Tell me about the air bubble in her lungs." He demanded, holding his arm firmly around me. The dark one smirked, well aware he had precious information, and opened his mouth to speak. Suddenly, Sam twisted the hand of the dark one, and the sickening crunch made me clench my fists. I almost stepped away from the two, but held my ground, and quickly looked away from the bone protruding from the wrist of the black leathery skin. The dark one snarled, not in pain, but in anger. "The truth." Sam warned with a stern tone. The dark one's gaze shifted to me, focusing on my collarbone, where a drop of blood slowly made its way down my skin. Once again, Sam twisted the wrist. Another sickening crunch sent shivers down my spine. The dark one hissed angrily, revealing his blackening teeth. "He controls her with the air bubble. He knows exactly where she is at all times. The air bubble longs to return to its master, back home to its staff,
"You will need the staff of the king. It's the only way to extract it from her body." The dark one quickly said when Sam snatched a knife from the table. "Sammi, there's no time." Adrian announced. "How do I extract it?" Sam inquired as he ignored his brother. "We don't have the time, Sammi. You have to think about other ways. He's going to find her." Adrian insisted, raising his voice. Sam turned abruptly to face Adrian. "What will you have me do, brother?" Sam sneered at Adrian. Adrian took a step back but held his ground. "He's here in a few hours. I think it's wiser to prepare for his arrival." Adrian reasoned in a calmer tone. "This thing is coming out of her, Adrian. I'm not leaving it.... Live... Inside her. Even when I drive a stake through his bloody brain, the first thing that's going to happen is killing everything that's not supposed to be near her." Sam warned in a low tone. "Let alone inside her. I'll yank that damn thing out of her with my bare hands, if I have to."
"Flower." Sam addressed me, and I almost startled awake. I had been in a sort of dream state ever since coming down."Go with Adrian. You can convince Shea to help us out. She's scared of you." Sam said, nodding confidently."Scared of me?" I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion."I made sure to torture her with some mental images of you, just so she would never try anything." Sam explained. "With Adrian's help, you'll have her over in no time."Sam clicked his tongue and shared an eerie look with Elle."Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sam asked her.Adrian and I looked at each other. These two were dangerous together."Definitely. This will be fun." Elle smirked with an almost wicked grin.Adrian frowned and eyed the two with doubt."We don't have much time. We must go. Now. Fay, Adrian, meet us by the lake before midnight. With Shea. We'll be there with our willing volunteer." Sam informed."Who is your willing volunteer?" I asked, not understanding why they were so gleeful.
"What an asshole." Adrian muttered with an irritated sigh. "What if she dies? Guirita?" I asked out of genuine interest. Adrian looked at me over his shoulder and raised one eyebrow. "You can't be serious. The Queen of Wrath, dead? Can you imagine the turmoil that would cause in the realm?" He replied as we walked through the garden to a nearby building which I had never noticed before. The black stones seemed to absorb all the light from the bright moon. I refused to look at the moon, which would look completely full by this point. I had no idea how much time we had left. "But she's not queen, right? She's just Sam's wife." I probed. Adrian stopped walking and turned around to face me. "Whoever murders her, no matter how much everyone despises her, will be branded as a traitor." Adrian sternly warned. "If you touch her, Fay," Adrian carefully said whilst looking around, "You will not survive. Sammi won't be able to protect you. That is why he's so careful with the two of you. I
"Someone is going to pretend to be the blood whore?" Shea asked with interest before looking at me. "Running away at last?" She raised an eyebrow, almost smirking. "You're so far off from the truth, it's almost funny." I answered with a sweet, fake smile. "We need to do it now. Like right now." Adrian said with an urgent tone, getting us both to look at him again. "I want to know why." Shea said with a stronger voice. "If you want me to do this, I need to understand why. I need to guarantee my own safety." She continued when we remained silent. Adrian sighed and stared down at her. "I won't do it otherwise. I am putting my life on the line here. I will do anything for you, my king... But if King Satan finds out.." "My brother is the one who needs this service of you." Adrian revealed. Shea eyed my dress. "Tell me why. Please, my King." Shea said. Her face was now calculating rather than scared and I sucked on my teeth to hold my comments in. "I don't think we should." I whisp
“Are we really sure about this?“ Elle asked, her voice thick with apprehension. “We’re sure.” Elyse replied firmly, her eyes brimming with hope. Neither Elle nor I could bring ourselves to object any further. There was only one wall between this room and the dungeons, which were currently empty since all the prisoners had been taken out for the hunt. That's why tonight was the perfect night to do this. Sam wouldn't be here, and nor would be any of the hunters. Adrian had been invited to the hunt, much to his delight, and so even he would be occupied for the entire night. “How exactly do we do this?” I asked, frowning as doubt crept in. Half of me was convinced it wouldn’t work.The other half—the rational part—was terrified that it might. “Did we really have to pick the creepiest place for this?!” I jumped at the sound of a male voice, my hand instinctively gripping the hilt of my knife. Dante and Reggie had entered, Dante carrying a thick black book while Reggie laughed, pattin
I smiled and tugged on Sam’s pants, pulling him closer until his body pressed against mine. The thick branch beneath us held steady, but offered no protection from the cold wind gusting over our bare skin. Sam’s lips captured mine once again, and as his hand slid across my skin, feeling my goosebumps, fire burst from his fingertips. I gasped when the branch caught fire. Sam quickly doused the flames with his ice, but I stared at the charred spot, shock coursing through me. My mouth fell open in disbelief. "What... What is this?" I asked with disbelief. “I... I don’t know,” Sam replied, his eyes wide with uncertainty. “Have you always had this?” I questioned suspiciously, turning toward him. He looked at me, clearly unsure. “No,” he admitted, glancing down at his hand in amazement. I did the same. “I think it’s you. Your fire... it’s in my veins now.” I blinked, trying to process his words. "I noticed it every time I had your blood in my system. I felt the warmth. But I couldn
I bit my lip in torment, unable to tear my gaze away from Sam’s bare upper body. The fact that my body temperature was already too high didn’t help, nor did the way Sam moved in the fighting circle, calculating his next move to defeat his eight opponents. The scar I had given him long ago with a whip stood out starkly against his bronzed skin. The crown still sat firmly on his head, a testament to his rigid posture—even in the middle of combat. I almost groaned in desperation when Sam lifted the corner of his mouth into a smug smirk, taunting his enemies. Sam was intoxicated by the fight. It had been a long time since anyone dared challenge him, but tonight, nothing could stop him. He gave his challengers a simple choice: yield or die. A number of demons already lay dead at the corners of the ring. The vampires were nearly driven mad by the scent of blood, but Lucifer had kept them in check by giving each a bottle of blood wine. They lounged around, enjoying the company of several
I followed Sam's gaze and was met with thousands of silent eyes. It was still beyond me how such a large crowd could remain so quiet. My eyes first landed on Lucifer's wife, who was yanked back harshly by her husband. Lucifer looked regal, wearing a massive crown. His purple attire suited his large frame, and he puffed out his chest proudly when our gazes met. Shea stood a few meters away with the Lust crowd, her expression disapproving. The moment our eyes met, she quickly looked down. Moving on, I saw Adrian with his arms around Elle, both beaming with happiness and pride. I forced myself to suppress a smile, wanting to appear serious, and looked further. Dagon stood with Ren, holding hands. Ren gently stroked Dagon's arm. I almost gasped when I noticed a slight bump in Dagon's belly. I nodded in acknowledgment, and Dagon responded with a serene smile, nodding back. Elyse stood near them, arms crossed, looking as fierce as any demon king. The numerous knives strapped to her bod
“Don’t be nervous.” Elle scolded me from behind. I huffed in response. “I’m so done with these public events.” I replied, wringing my hands together. “Well, get ready for a lot more. You’re going to be Queen.” Elyse commented from the side. I eyed her, furrowing my brows. Elle finished the intricate braid, adding small wildflowers to my hair. Their colors popped against my dark strands, and I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Elyse applied a final swipe of red lipstick to my lips, stepping back to admire her work. "You look absolutely perfect. Like a true Queen." I smiled again. My throat was bare. It would soon be adorned with a ruby necklace, similar to Sam's. Small rubies dangled from my ears, and a simple gold bracelet wrapped around my wrist. My dress was black and red, massive and encrusted with gemstones. I could barely walk in it, but apparently, this was how coronation dresses looked in this realm. Except for Elle, considering she was dressed in lingerie and a see
"Two bottles and one pack of cigarettes a month. That's my offer. Take it or leave it." Sam said, turning to Rhazien. The vampire sucked on his teeth, his fangs just visible, sharp and menacing. A shudder ran through me. They looked lethal. And painful. Lucifer, leaning heavily on the table, looked desperate. Around him, the vampires shared the same tense, eager expressions. Rhazien paused, letting the tension stretch. He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on each of us before it finally settled on Sam. He nodded once. "Yes!" Lucifer cheered, immediately turning to point at random vampires—each of them stunning in their own way. Lucifer's wife was going to have a heart attack. "I'll have my own harem!" He announced proudly. Sam sighed, clearly exasperated. "Oh, hell... What have we gotten ourselves into?" I snorted, nudging his chest. "Let him have his fun." "My brothers won’t be happy about this," Sam muttered. "I just gave the King of Pride something to brag about
I watched with interest as everyone around me became increasingly drunk. I kept my distance from the wine, not wanting to cloud my mind, and leaned comfortably against Sam. The vampires danced with the grace and allure of professional performers, putting on quite the spectacle. “I have some gifts for you, Rhazien.” Sam said, cutting through my distracted thoughts. “Gifts?” Rhazien’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “For your hospitality.” Sam reached to his side, producing a packet of cigarettes and a bottle of wine. Rhazien gasped, his excitement palpable. “Is that…?” Rhazien asked, his voice full of wonder. “Yes,” Sam smirked from behind me, “enjoy them.” “What are those?” I asked, eyeing the odd-smelling cigarettes. I recognized the wine as blood wine. “Blood cigarettes,” Sam replied. I froze at the words. “A delicacy for vampires. They can’t make them themselves. The process is intricate and involves working with a lot of blood,” he explained softly. Rhazien twirled the cigare
Sam cleared his throat and turned to Rhazien. “We agree—on my wife’s condition. My brother gets to take a vampire of his choice home. I’ll supply you with at least a dozen humans every month, in exchange for a dozen vampires.” Rhazien glanced from Sam to me, then over to Lucifer, who was still dancing. After a moment, he sighed. “Deal.” “Perfect.” Sam said with a grin, extending his hand. They shook on it, both clearly satisfied. I looked ahead, noticing some women dancing sensually on the bar. Their bodies moved like snakes, swaying their hips seductively, the atmosphere dripping with allure. Sam and Rhazien clinked their glasses and downed their drinks in sync, slamming the empty glasses down with matching grins. I knew Sam was getting drunk when he suddenly pulled me onto his lap. I gasped, instinctively resisting, but his supernatural strength held me still. He pressed my hips against his and my back against his chest. His arms encircled me, and he placed another glass of w
The dark ballroom got even darker when Rhazien clapped his hands, and the dangerous tension in the room rose considerably. “Do you think they’ll dance with me?” Lucifer asked, his eyes fixed on a group of vampires. “They would be honored, King of Envy,” Credence replied. “Many of us have never had the privilege of meeting a demon.” "Why is that?" I asked with interest, glancing at the human girls twirling around in beautiful dresses, their vampire partners looking down at them like they were a snack. They probably were. “We're not foolish enough to venture into the demon realm. That would be suicide,” Credence explained, tapping her glass with her long, blood-red nails. “Nor do we invite demons into our lands. Demons are too bloodthirsty. For your King, we made a exception." "We won't shed any blood here." I promised her, even though I couldn't see her. "Don't make promises that aren't yours to make, Queen of Wrath. Your husband has quite the reputation. We know the risks we’ve