"What did you do to him?" Sam asked, his stance alert. "He's somewhere in there. We've tossed most of the bodies overboard but had to leave before finishing the job." Wruy replied. I knew this meant the prince's father, the king of the sea, wasn't far off. This ship wouldn't survive another attack. "Fuck sake." Sam sighed out, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We're almost in Envy, my King. They won't be able to get on land." Wruy said with a shrug of his shoulders. "We've just declared war to the demons of sea. While we are currently in a war with the dark ones." Sam pointed out smartly. Wruy looked as if he didn't understood where Sam was coming from. He probably didn't. The more fights, the merrier. Sam sighed, his eyes on the colourful bodies. "Doesn't matter. We just have to be strong enough when we return. We can take the fish on. Dump them overboard." Sam ordered swiftly. "Yes, my King." Wruy bowed and immediately turned around. I watched as demons began hoisting the dead,
"You should try it, you know. There's nothing quite like kissing a woman." I teased, looking up at Samael again who was staring at the island, but sharply turned his gaze to me. His hand tightened on mine. "I agree with that, actually, my King." Burta said, brushing my shoulder. I couldn't help but grin. "Okay, thank you for your feedback that I didn't ask for." Sam replied, pulling me to the edge. I peered down at the shallow water below, knowing I had to somehow jump down. The only problem was that I, as a human, could actually break my legs if I landed incorrectly. Sam seemed to think the same when he suddenly lifted me up in bridal style. His hands tightened around me and he held me high, my face coming scarily close to his. "It's almost the coronation of your wife, my King. You can kiss your queen then, after you claim her." Burta pondered. I instantly locked eyes with Samael. Ignoring Burta, he took one step forward, never breaking our gaze. He jumped off the ship
"Hi." I said once I reached the brother and sister, still not responding to the discussion going on behind me. "One more look, Lu, and you'll be treated as a dark one." Sam snapped as Adrian stepped aside for me. "Don't call me that." Lucifer snapped angrily, and a burst of power radiated from him. "Fay," Sam spoke, getting my attention, "You can call him Lu." I looked over my shoulder to a serious Samael, who pointed toward his brother. Meanwhile, Lucifer glared at me with a sneer, his eyes brimming with anger. "Don't you fucking dare ever utter that name." He warned me. "I will bear the consequences if you do, flower. Call him Lu. He secretly loves it." Samael winked and I looked at Lucifer again. His eyes were red with rage, and he was clenching his jaw hard. "Dove? Flower? What is it with these pathetic names you have for your humans?" Micah suddenly asked from beside Lucifer, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Adrian and Samael shared a look, their amusement evident. "You'
"Bait...?" I asked after five whole seconds of silence. "Bait. To lure all the dark ones to one spot. When they are all there, it gives us the opportunity to attack them from every angle." Sam explained. "This is my special assignment? This is why you took me?" I asked sharply. Sam's face fell. "Of course not. I took you because you need to be close to me. I would never leave you behind in my kingdom. It's actually Queen Gabrielle that came up with the idea." Sam replied and once again, I cursed my friend for her good brain. "I will die, Sam. You cannot ask this of me." I said with a shake of my head. "You will not die, I promise. Flower... You will be fucking irresistible for them. There is nothing, nothing in the entire universe, that is more appealing to them than your blood. They will go absolutely feral when they see you. So much so, their fight skills will be lacking. All they will want is get to you." He explained with bright eyes. This really was a good idea to him. "Do t
I waited. And waited. I opened one eye at Sam, my impatience growing. "Go on." I urged, still holding my breath and flexing my muscles in anticipation. "I... I'm trying." Sam said, again placing his thumb on his middle finger. My eyes shut again, but still, nothing happened after the snap. "My demon won't let me." My entire body fell. "What?" I asked with a frown. His demon won't let him? "Something inside me won't allow me to hurt you." Sam shook his head as if he didn't understand, looking down at himself like he could find the issue. "I thought you enjoyed inflicting pain." I stated with a small voice. What was going on? "I do. I enjoy hurting. I'm the devil. I'm made for it." Sam half-snapped at me. "Then do it, Sam." I snapped back, my own emotions rising. "I cannot." He firmly stated back, now looking down at me angry. "Of course you can." I pushed, stepping closer to him. The whirlwind inside me was about to explode and I needed something, anything, to take over those emo
We walked through the forest in complete silence, his grip firm around my hand. Darkness descended around us, and the air grew heavy with anticipation. It was evident that something significant was about to unfold. We were still basking in the afterglow of what we had shared by the stream, and a cocoon of contentment protected us for a little while longer. Until we could no longer, and I knew we were close. "The dark ones are close. Very close. I can sense them." Sam whispered. his alert eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger. Always looking for danger. He turned around to me with a serious look. "The army is hidden. There's a clearing ahead, the perfect spot to catch them off guard. Wait there. They'll come to you." Sam instructed me and I nodded in understanding. "I will be right next to you, in the forest. With my entire army. If anything goes wrong, shout for help." Sam said next. Doubts creeped in. "The plan is to strike when they're near you. When they realis
Not even when I felt eyes on me. I didn't know whether it were the demons or the dark ones watching me, but I shrugged off the incredibly uncomfortable feeling and kept walking. My feet were starting to ache terribly and my body was tense from the fear. The blood on my arm was starting to try and stick to my skin. An instinctual urge suddenly halted me in my tracks. I strained my senses, but all I heard was silence—no approaching footsteps, no sound at all. I waited for ten whole seconds. "HELP ME!" I screamed desperately. Still, nothing. "HELP ME!" I cried out again. Come for me, you filthy dark ones. Smell my blood and come for me like the blood thirsty creatures you are. "HELP-" I stopped when a figure appeared— black, with long fingers and long limbs. Nothing like the strong build demons had. Its eyes burned with bright red intensity, and it regarded me with an unsettling familiarity, as if I were a long-lost family member. I didn't know where he come from; he seemed to em
"Fay."I sighed out. Sam knew not to wake me up."Fay. Please wake up. Please."I was about to tell him to shut up, until I realised I had never heard Sam say the word 'please'. It was a word he would never, ever utter. And the voice sounded strangely female."Fay!"I jolted awake, my heart racing. My best friend was looking at me through iron bars, her cheeks streaked with dried tears. "Oh my god!" I exclaimed, jumping up to her. I slammed against the hard bars separating us and reached my arms out. Elle sobbed and threw herself against me. Her warm, thin arms encircled me and we hugged each other with thick, steel bars in between us. "Fay... Oh my god..." Elle cried softly. "I know." I replied back, gently stroking her back. My eyes scanned our surroundings. "Where are we?" I asked her."I'm not sure. They keep moving. I think it's some sort of dungeon, this time." Elle answered in my ear.I leaned back to study her closely.Her cheeks were hollow. Her arms were too thin. Her eyes,
“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