I woke up from a sore neck. Groaning awake, I stretched out my body to find a cool body next to mine. Looking to the side, I shocked awake when I found Samael looking straight at me. With his hand flat on my stomach."What's going on?" I asked, worried that something was wrong. "I need some blood." Sam responded, his eyes already on my neck. "No, Sam, what the hell? You took enough." I protested with a sigh. "But I want more. I've never felt like this before." He insisted, pulling me closer. His eyes were bright and alert and his arms around me were strong. Instinctively, I raised my knee to protect myself.I was naked. In bed with Satan. Shit."I need to pee." I blurted out and luckily, that made him let me go.Grabbing my bathrobe and pulling it around me, I quickly walked into his bathroom. Which was about five times the size of mine.My feet stopped moving when I looked into the mirror."Oh my God." I whispered in shock. My neck was covered in black and blue bruises and puncture w
The moment I stepped out of my room in my white dress and white, strappy heels, I heard Samael talking down the hallway. Quickly walking in the opposite direction, I cursed my heels and wished I was wearing some comfortable sneakers instead."FAY!" Samael yelled the second I rounded the corner.I slipped out the castle and into the garden before a hand could stop me. I almost stopped walking when I didn't recognize anything in this garden.Everything had transformed overnight—the flowers were in full bloom, bushes had doubled in size, and bees buzzed around as if it were the most delightful place. It was shocking. Slowly, as if this entire garden was bewitched, I walked on with my eyes on every single flower and bee. Everything that moved caught my attention. Demons were walking around, all dressed in Wrath colours, and I felt like a sort of beacon walking around. Everybody averted their eyes away from me, but I knew that they noticed the wounds on my neck. It was very clear I was bit
Sam's arms enveloped me before I could fall down and his teeth sank into my neck harshly. I flinched against the pain and protested with a groan. His arms around me tightened and he held me tight against his body. He wasn't at all careful with me. I felt more like a rag doll when his teeth split open the skin of my neck and I let out a pained yell. "You're hurting me." I whispered. Instead of letting me go, he walked further into the maze with me in his arms. My feet scraped over the gravel and I looked over Sam's shoulder to see Wruy watching us with shocked eyes. We turned a corner, and Sam's chest rumbled loudly. Blood streamed from the wound he had inflicted, staining my once white dress. Pressing his body against mine, he led us deeper into the maze. His wings disappeared, going back into his body like they were never there. His teeth left my neck but only to place his lips against my ear. "Take this off." He demanded, tugging at the back of my dress before biting me again.
The castle seemed to sigh when I entered and I sighed right back at it. But now the 100th challenge of the day: Finding my bedroom. I knew it was straight on. I also knew I couldn't ask someone. So I wandered on, until I stumbled upon a room that was far more intriguing than my dull bedroom—an inviting lounge. The room had big, cosy couches, bookcases lining the walls, and four roaring fires, each positioned opposite the other. The walls were adorned with red carpeting, and the ceiling was entirely made of mirrors. The warmth of the fires enveloped me, and with a hint of drool at the corner of my mouth, I ventured further, captivated by the books on display. Among the books, various weapons lay scattered about, but I paid them no attention. Samael's knife was securely tucked against my upper leg, concealed beneath my dress. My dress was still covered in blood, and it disgusted me for a second, but then the fire seemed to flame up and I ignored my filthy state and walked in. Choos
And just like yesterday, we both looked down shocked. "Don't I?" I asked with an arrogant voice back. "I could have your fucking head for that." Samael snapped, stepping forward angrily. But my anger overtook me and I was so mad at him. So mad at him for taking me from a world which I loved and keeping me here, that I whipped across his skin again without a care in the world. Another deep cut on his body that matched the other one, and he looked down annoyed. He wasn't even feeling it. It didn't look like he was in any pain. "Again." He ordered. Now it was my turn to be taken aback. "What?" "Again. Do it again. Get it out of you." He commanded forcefully. This time, I obeyed. I brought the whip down once more, and the sound it made was sickening. Blood gushed from his chest. "Again." I lifted my whip up when someone knocked on the door. I gasped and panic raced through me. I would be dead. "FUCK OFF!" Samael yelled, keeping his eyes on me. "But, my ki-" "FUCK. OFF. NOW." Sam
This guy couldn't be serious. This was actually a joke, right? He chose the most lingerie-looking outfit I had ever seen. Black. Black! To a wedding! The skirt barely covered my ass, or rather, didn't cover it at all. The top was nothing more than a bra. Was he delusional? After taking a freezing cold shower, I come into my room and see this? My whistle started before I even opened the window of my room. I whistled as loud as I could with my eyes on the garden down below. A knock sounded on my door not much later. I swung the door open, hastily ushering Nija inside, and the first thing I did was throw the ridiculous outfit in her face. "What's this?" She asked with a frown. "My outfit for the wedding," I stated, seething with fury. Her eyebrows shot up high. "You're wearing this?" she asked incredulously as she held the two tiny pieces in front of her. "No. Definitely not. Anything BUT that." I answered with a hopeful tone. She caught on to my words and looked at me. "No." She
"Come with me." Nija whispered suddenly in my ear. I showed no reaction, not even the slightest movement. But when she tapped my hand and headed towards the right, I immediately followed her through a side door. "You're sitting at the front." Nija said, still walking. "You're joking." I responded incredulously. "No. King's orders. He didn't look too happy. I guess you escaped before he could get to you?" Nija asked, and I could sense a hint of pride in her tone. "Correct. Not that he could do anything with this dress, anyway." I proudly stated. "That's why I chose it. You look fucking amazing. If I were king Satan, I would ditch Guirita the moment I saw you." Nija complemented, leaving me taken aback. Before I could thank her, she led us through a door ahead, revealing an enormous ballroom. The high ceiling almost reached the castle's height, and the tall windows let in plenty of light, were it day. Now, the night sky and the thousands of stars were visible. Chandeliers adorned with
He eyed me for what felt like an eternity. Eyed my curves, the naked skin of my waist, my breasts which weren't covered with a bra. I couldn't, with the open back. His gaze finally settled on my neck, which was completely covered. No bruises were seen, no puncture marks, no skin. Fury. Absolute fury. But also something else. Almost as if the desire I saw overtook the fury. But then his eyes met mine again and only fury was to be seen and I knew I had imagined the desire. The hunger. The demons around us were becoming restless as he unknowingly released his Wrath essence, causing growls to echo in the room. He managed to control himself and walked past me without attacking me on the spot, which was a relief. As he reached the podium, and turned around, his face was a mix of pure seriousness and rage. So much rage. The power emanating from him seemed to encompass the entire kingdom. "Kneel." He ordered with an angry voice. His eyes went to me and they blackened with anger. His co
“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