True, the water would be freezing cold. But I had a thing for ice now. My fire burned brighter, anyway. I could withstand the cold. There was something about the wide-eyed stares that made me nervous. And I don't know where my balls were coming from, but I was feeling very feisty. Especially after him calling me a blood whore. And I knew exactly how to get under his skin. "I quite fancy a swim." I remarked out loud. "Fay." Sam warned, his body tense and his eyes so dark, I'm sure Satan was coming through. "Do you know how to swim, Sam?" I asked, lifting my foot to rest it on the ledge. "Do NOT do this. Nobody will save you." Sam threatened, but his tone was unsure and he seemed genuinely nervous. When he took one step towards me, I stood on the ledge with both feet. I spread my arms wide, and the entire ship seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. "Fay. You're going to die if you fall." Adrian's voice crackled with tension, his eyes betraying genuine fear. Sam didn't look at
More ships were around us, and all had demons watching us. As I glanced upward, I noticed the respect in everyone's eyes as they regarded Wruy. I smiled at the demon, who was too busy trying to survive. I then looked at the side, to Samael, who was staring at us with a concealed look. "I'm going to let you go. But I'm right here, okay?" I calmly assured Wruy. He nodded and looked down at the dark water. It wasn't just the swimming he was scared of. It was also whatever lay underneath. "What if the mermaids come?" He asked me suddenly, his eyes still scanning the darkness. "Mermaids?" I asked with a frown. He snapped his head up to me. "Yes.. Mermaids... You don't have them on earth?" He asked me, almost accusingly. "No. We have fish." I frowned back at him and noticed Sam flying closer. "Mermaids are not nice creatures, my flower. They're known for their brutal attacks. While none are close by at the moment – I've been monitoring the area since your dive – they won't be far. Your j
Not one light, but multiple lights blinded me from every direction. Instantly, a soothing coolness enveloped me, and I wanted to embrace the salvation. Hands held onto me, the skin comforting and gentle. The teeth that were piercing my skin released saliva into my body, and it felt like a drug that softened all the pain I had experienced moments earlier. A growl sounded when my mind brushed against the presence that was still infiltrating my mind. I was no longer drowning in fear and heat, and had open air and clarity to feel what was going on in my mind. Sam's presence was dark. Dangerous. Warning me to stay away. There was no light. Not a tiny inkling of light in his mind. It demanded hold of my mind and willed me to bend to him, it was urging me into submission. But there was no influence over me anymore, and he was in a weak position. My blood was literally flowing into his body. With my own mind, I brushed against his. It bit me in response. But I didn't mind this kind of pain
I ran up the stairs with the large t-shirt swirling around my body. I stepped into the lounge where hundreds of demons were eating. They ravaged through the food as if they hadn't eaten a single thing in weeks, and weapons were discarded on the decking behind them, all on the way of the footpath. Ignoring all stares, I walked straight past them up the other staircase to the outside deck. The sky was ink-black. The cloud cover was thick and close by and the air was heavy with static. The sea was black like the sky and the waves were assaulting the ships aggressively. The ships around me were moving around wildly and I only noticed now how our ship was struggling with the sea and winds. Though rain hadn't yet fallen, the threat loomed. "I bet you're hungry." I didn't turn around to Wruy. "You're the lucky one tasked with babysitting me?" I quipped, my gaze fixed ahead. A burrito appeared in front of my face. "The King is worried that the mermaids will get to you." Wruy replied whi
"At least my human wants me. I can't say the same for yours." Micah sneered at Sam. Sam immediately snapped his eyes at his brother, anger etched on his face. A deep tension gripped his body, a clear indication that those words struck a nerve. The air seemed to tingle with Sam's fury, a sharp and electric charge that further fuelled the atmosphere. The rain intensified, the sky growing even darker. Sam took one, direct step at his brother. He seemed to think about something, and smirked slightly. "Yet, here she is. Sleeping in my bed. Tell me, oh wise King..." Samael's voice dripped with mockery as he stood still, tilting his head towards his brother, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Did you happen to know that your human is in Adrian's realm... right now?" Micah halted abruptly, shock evident in his expression. He turned to Adrian, and I followed suit. Elyse was here? Was she with Elle? Adrian's gaze locked onto Samael, his anger palpable. It was clear that Samael was speaking the
Micah's expression twisted into shock as a fist collided with his head, producing a resounding crack. Blood sprayed from his nose, and Micah barely had time to gasp before another blow struck his head. The two swords disappeared from his hands, and Samael halted in front of him to show the swords in his own hands. Swiftly, Sam flung both swords into the air, leaped up, and forcefully kicked them away, sending them tumbling overboard into the water below. As Sam landed gracefully, he aimed a powerful kick at Micah's abdomen, then seized his knee. "No!" Micah shouted loudly, his gaze fixed on his knee in the grasp of his brother. It all went so fast, they were almost blurry. Sam pressed his foot onto Micah's knee and delivered a forceful kick. The knee snapped with a sickening sound, causing me to flinch at the horrific noise. "Sammi!" Adrian shouted loudly in protest. Sam ignored him. He caught hold of Micah's elbow next, and the terrified look in Micah's eyes forewarned me of wha
I looked at the male who said it and he sharply turned to me. "My King. I didn't realise the lady was here." He rushed out. Both Sam and I snorted in unison. "Don't hold back because Fay is here. I'm sure she'll find your conversations quite amusing. Fay is no ordinary lady. She's more curious than most, so enlighten her on the subject, if you will." Samael announced to his demons. He exuded an air of relaxation, as did the other demons present. The male who had spoken nodded appreciatively. "In that case," Someone grinned from afar, "What about those thirty women that were dancing on the tables mere weeks ago? That was a bloody sound!" Multiple demons burst into laughter in response. Nija was sitting in the back, grinning along. There were only a handful of women here, the Wrath kingdom was mostly men. But the women that were here, were treated as equal as men. Luckily. Otherwise, I would have had a bigger problem with Sam. "You see, my lady," Another male said with a wide grin,
"Where are we going?" I asked Sam when the door slammed shut behind me. I found myself in the small hallway once again. The ship swayed on the waves. Some of the bedrooms were shut now, telling me some demons had already gone to sleep. Or were doing other things. "Like you said, flower. We are going to live a little. We are at war, after all. We might die tomorrow." Sam replied, nudging me forward. I knew our destination. The double doors ahead were now closed, appearing larger than before. The black polish was smooth and elegant but it was daunting all the same. If these doors were pink, for example, maybe I would've strode for those doors like it was merely a joke. "What does that mean?" I asked when I slowly edged closer to the big bedroom at the end. His fingers tugged at a strand of my hair, causing me to nearly stumble. "I'm fucking ravenous, Fay. I'm really holding it in right now. Get in that room, and you'll find out what it means to be alive." I had no time to stumble a
“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