Dregen’s P.O.VI hacked into the databases of the local media outlets, security cameras, and phone records, searching for any clue. My eyes scanned the screen, looking for patterns, anomalies, traces. But all I saw was a blank wall. No names, no faces, no evidence. Just a trail of blood and ash.Vampires were going missing and someone was covering their tracks. Someone was fucking toying with me.And I hated this overwhelming feeling of helplessness and cluelessness.More importantly, I hated being the baron.It was a title I never wanted, a title I never earned. It was a title that belonged to my father, a vampire that left me nothing but a cursed bloodline.Hybrid vampires like myself were nothing but an abomination that should have been killed at birth or so they said.But she hadn’t thought so…She hadn’t run away. She hadn’t judged. Saratan sang to us and cradled me against her. Dregen, she made us feel. It’s been what? Decades…? “And I hate her for it!” I blocked out the guttura
Saratan’s P.O.VI woke up with a start, feeling a surge of heat in my body. The sunlight streaming through the window blinds reminded me that it was morning, but my mind was stuck in the night before.“I feel something hard.”My eyes widened as I instantly regretted my words. He must think I was such a freak….Oh God…His harsh intake of the damp air cut off the train of my thoughts and liquid heat pooled in my core as he tightened his grips on my arms, his lips just inches from mine.“What did you say?” His voice was low and gruff, a powerful feeling of lust exploded in me and I moaned, pressing harder to him.“Dregen...” His jaw clenched. His pupils dilated, the tiny golden flecks spreading over his blue irises and the sound that erupted from his lips was a guttural growl, “Dammit, you witch.”I gasped when he pressed his entire body to hold me against the wall but my next breath was stolen by his hungry mouth. His kisses were brutal, hurting, forcing my lips apart. I could swear hi
Saratan’s P.O.V"I own you, little vessel." His breath was icy against my neck as he leaned in, “Every drop of the blood thrumming through your veins belongs to me… and when you bore me, I’ll drain and stuff you."My pulse thudded erratically and I couldn't help the helpless tears that slid from my eyes, "P-please, don't kill me, I don’t want to be a blood vessel…" I whimpered, feeling my bladder give up on me and wetness flooded my thighs.God, I didn't come here to fucking die. I came here to find a reason to live."Disgusting!" I heard his voice shriek as the pungent odor of my urine reached his sharp nose.I didn't dare turn my head to see his face, scared out of my mind that he would snap my neck if I did.Thank God I had left my hair down, it hid from sight the pulsing vein at the base of my neck."I'm... I'm sorry," I finally choked out, praying to whatever supreme being that sat on a throne in the sky to help me.A scream ripped from my lungs when I was yanked forward, my arm a
Three months ago Do you know that feeling when a lot is happening around you…like you are seeing so many things occur but it’s as though you are watching from the sidelines? It’s as if you are not directly concerned nor affected by those things because let’s be frank, your life is going pretty well, right on track and you don’t give a shit about the world? Well, if you can relate to that, that’s exactly how I feel. I have somewhat my dream job, and a dream relationship and so I am happy. I’m not where I want to be but hell, I’m not where I used to be so a win, is a win! The Vampire Apocalypse—as termed by the media—that occurred five years ago has nothing to do with my life and I couldn’t care less about it. I have never come in contact with a vampire and I don’t wish to. Not that I have anything against them. Ha-ha, let me let you in on a little secret. I, Saratan Credi, the most straight-faced goal-getter in RainCloud Works secretly harbor a fan girl crush on vampire aesthetic
Shock had a chokehold on me, rooting me to the spot as my ears rang.Alecia Kiss hit me.The bitch.When Alexis rose from the bed and cupped her face, softly murmuring “Are you okay?” I felt my blood heat.Bloody hell!I was the one who was just slapped.I averted my burning gaze and it landed on the champagne bottle that’d slipped from my hands earlier.As if urged by an unseen force, my hands picked up the bottle and I rushed towards them with adrenaline surging through my veins.The blow was meant for that bitch.But Alexis’s eyes widened and the first thing he did was shove Alecia behind him in a protective gesture that incensed me even more.Swinging back my hands with all the anger and strength building up in me, I jumped in the air, baring my teeth as I smashed the bottle into Alexis’s head, screaming, “You fucking bitch!”Shrill screams filled the room and my chest heaved as realization dawned on me, the broken shards of glass slipping from my hands.My eyes enlarged at the bl
Enter the blood code. For the past hour, I’ve been staring at those words on my laptop screen whilst fingering the paper I’d taken from the box. If I was sane, I’d have probably thrown the box and the paper in the trash but why would a letter with such unique gold ink be dropped at my doorstep? It had to be something more than a prank so I raced over to my laptop and typed in the web address. Shit, my hands must have slipped. Suddenly I was logged into F******k and my eyes widened at the number of notifications I had. It was like a flood. A flood of tags and being mentioned in comments. What an exciting turn my life took. I didn’t bother checking my inbox or notification. I rested my mouse on the ‘X’ that signifies the close of a tab and paused. What if… if I find a clue about blood vessels and blood codes here? I knew immediately that the idea was far-fetched but who was it going to hurt? ‘You! When they can trace your location!’ My inner goddess said crossly. There! I mutter
Dregen’s P.O.V “Hey, Dregen. I heard that there’s a new shipment of blood vessels at this auction. What do you think of buying one for yourself, huh?” Logan asked with a mischievous smile whilst driving. Logan was my very good friend and also my work colleague. A notorious playboy, he was known to be a silver-tongued fox amongst the ladies. “No. We are only going to the auction to buy a gift for Lora. Nothing else.” Lora loved collecting relics and though she might have reviled the vampire race, she sought to preserve their history just like me. it was the only thing we had in common. History was meant to be remembered. The moment you allowed yourself to forget, you were doomed to repeat the mistakes of those who came before you. “Dregen, come on. You fed on that Essence shit for too long. Your taste buds yearn for that warmness and you know it.” Logan kept teasing me. “Quit bugging me!” I snapped, “You know how I feel about Feeders Corp. If not they have the permission of the co
Dregen’s P.O.V The expressions on the faces of the vampires gathered a few feet away were filled with wariness, fear, anger, and hunger. And right now, I had never been happier about the fear my name and being a hybrid evoked in them. I was perceived as an outsider and killing one of theirs doesn’t make it better. “She’s gonna die if you don’t turn her.” A voice broke into my thoughts and I felt my lips twist into a scowl as I turned to him, “You just killed a true blood to save her so I reckon she must be that important to you.” His voice was laced with sarcasm as he took a stand in front of me. My teeth ground even harder as his words sunk in. Oh fuck, I truly killed a vampire to save a human with Dhampirs and other powerful vampires as witnesses. Is a mate truly that important for me to do such? But they didn’t know she was my mate and I have no intention of making that known because it was the only way to keep her safe if she survives this. Vampires naturally do not get fate
Saratan’s P.O.VI woke up with a start, feeling a surge of heat in my body. The sunlight streaming through the window blinds reminded me that it was morning, but my mind was stuck in the night before.“I feel something hard.”My eyes widened as I instantly regretted my words. He must think I was such a freak….Oh God…His harsh intake of the damp air cut off the train of my thoughts and liquid heat pooled in my core as he tightened his grips on my arms, his lips just inches from mine.“What did you say?” His voice was low and gruff, a powerful feeling of lust exploded in me and I moaned, pressing harder to him.“Dregen...” His jaw clenched. His pupils dilated, the tiny golden flecks spreading over his blue irises and the sound that erupted from his lips was a guttural growl, “Dammit, you witch.”I gasped when he pressed his entire body to hold me against the wall but my next breath was stolen by his hungry mouth. His kisses were brutal, hurting, forcing my lips apart. I could swear hi
Dregen’s P.O.VI hacked into the databases of the local media outlets, security cameras, and phone records, searching for any clue. My eyes scanned the screen, looking for patterns, anomalies, traces. But all I saw was a blank wall. No names, no faces, no evidence. Just a trail of blood and ash.Vampires were going missing and someone was covering their tracks. Someone was fucking toying with me.And I hated this overwhelming feeling of helplessness and cluelessness.More importantly, I hated being the baron.It was a title I never wanted, a title I never earned. It was a title that belonged to my father, a vampire that left me nothing but a cursed bloodline.Hybrid vampires like myself were nothing but an abomination that should have been killed at birth or so they said.But she hadn’t thought so…She hadn’t run away. She hadn’t judged. Saratan sang to us and cradled me against her. Dregen, she made us feel. It’s been what? Decades…? “And I hate her for it!” I blocked out the guttura
Saratan's P.O.V I shook my head, pulling the comforter over me with trembling hands. My knuckles turned white from clutching the covers so tightly as the sensation of all the blood draining out of me when that vicious monster fed from me like I was nothing but food feathered through my spine. But the voice grew stronger, more insistent, until I could feel it inside my bones. "Come to the south wing." A stabbing pain shot through my head as she screeched, twisting her misleadingly innocent face into an ugly mask It was like being caught in a nightmare, unable to escape. But something about Lora's voice was different now. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. The darkness of the room seemed deeper now, more oppressive. I gasped for air, my chest tight. But Lora's voice was still there, echoing in my head. “South wing! Hurry!" she hissed. "I have something to show you." I couldn't ignore her any longer. I had to see what she wanted, even if it meant risking my life. I got out
Saratan’s P.O.V I was pissed. Royally pissed that I barely held back from breaking something. And the two things making my insides boil were beyond my control. The first thing happened a few days back but it still left a bitter taste in my mouth. Three days ago That morning I found Lora at my doorstep, I had almost pissed myself. Gone was the adorable girl with the white-haired doll. Lora was fully charged with powers she had little to no control over. Running was useless because she was as fast as lightning, waiting right in front of where I was running towards. I couldn’t throw things at her because I didn’t know if she healed like other vampires… if it would scar her. I screamed and prayed for Mrs. Thornton and Mr. Jones to return to the mansion as I ran for dear life. I know you’d be thinking….why don’t you just run outside? Well, if I ran outside and she chased after me, she might be badly hurt from the sunshine and then Dregen would kill me himself. I’d thought my end wa
Dregen’s P.O.V The sound of my heart beating frantically in my chest snapped me awake. My eyes flew open, only to be met with darkness so thick that it seemed almost tangible, the acrid smell of burning flesh almost choking me back to unconsciousness. Then it all came back. Killing the true blood, Saratan, and the punishment. Feeling for something to hold onto in the darkness, my hands slammed against the rough wooden walls and I bit back a groan as the pain from the silver seared through me like hot coals. It was torture just to suck in a breath. Being awake could only mean one thing… my punishment was over. Fucking council members. The least they could do was help me out of the coffin. Although my senses were dimmed, I could feel the moon rising, the tingling in my psyche enough warning. Fuck. I need to be home soon. With a primal roar, I used all my strength to push against the wooden walls of the casket. Splinters dug into my fingers as I clawed at the wood, each move
author.resources@eratu.net Saratan’s P.O.VI was startled by the knock and quickly got out of bed, wondering who it could be. I was the only one at home…except…I froze as I recalled that Logan didn’t lock the door when we were leaving. Before I could act, the lights in my bedroom went off and a small shriek erupted from my lips. What the fuck was going on? Grabbing my cell phone, I bit hard on my lip before opening the door, only to see a tall, slender figure standing in the dark hallway. Yeah… you thought right. The lights in the hallway were off too. "Hello?" I said, shining the light on the figure’s face. “Lora?” Her big blue eyes were gleaming with fear and confusion as she clutched her doll to her chest. "Hi," she said in a timid voice. "Can I come in?" I hesitated for a moment. What if Dregen returned right now and discovered that we did not only go to the forbidden wing but his sister was in my room? But I couldn’t just leave her alone in the dark. "Sure," I said, steppi
Saratan’s P.O.VI was still feeling haunted after Mane, the scary vampire took Dregen along with him. Dregen was clearly different from him. He had a cold star in his heart but it was not as dark as Mane, the look in his eyes when he tried to touch me after I stumbled into the study was empty and hard. He was a husk and could take life just for sports. Dregen wasn’t an angel but I was grateful I didn’t fall into the hands of the likes of Mane.I felt so lonely in the huge mansion because Lila and the cook, Miss Thornton had gone to see the butler at the hospital. They said he’ll be discharged tomorrow morning and they had to be there with him.Logan arrived about an hour later. The grin on his face fell when he noticed my pale complexion and worried expression.“Saratan, what’s wrong? Did Dregen do something to you?”I shook my head. “I accidentally overheard Dregen’s conversation and i…”He raised a hand, cutting me off as he took a long sniff of the air. “Did…a tall, creepy ass vamp
Dregen’s P.O.V I hated it when uninvited guests showed up at my door, especially when they were vampires. But not just any vampires, oh no. They had to be the ones who looked down on me for being a hybrid, a half-breed. The ones who thought they were superior because they had pure blood running through their veins. The ones who called themselves the Council. One of them was standing in front of me right now, in my study, with a smug grin on his face. His name was Mane, and he was one of the most arrogant and annoying vampires I had ever met. I could feel my fangs sharpening as Mane's voice echoed through the walls of my study. He was never a welcome visitor, but his presence was particularly irksome today. "What brings you here, Mane?" I asked coolly, my eyes narrowing at the sight of him lazily running his hand through his dark hair, which meant he was getting too comfortable. Mane's lips twisted into a sly smile, and I felt the anger simmering inside me grow stronger. "I hear y
“Baby, please can we talk?” A memory flashed through my mind. Of how I used to swoon over him calling me baby. Now it just made spiders crawl down my spine.“I am not your baby. You made that clearer than day when you told Alecia I was a fool for thinking we were together.”“Baby, I wasn’t… I didn’t mean it,” He pouted, sticking his bottom lip out. I couldn’t deny that Alexis was actually very good looking but his looks doesn’t hold a candle to Dregen’s. a shiver shot through me as I recalled my brooding boss. “It’s you I want, not Alecia. I only had to tell her those words so our plan would work. I need you baby. I want you back.”I could swear smoke was billowing through my ears, “Get the fuck away from me. I won’t let you manipulate me ever again.’“But I swear, I love you.” He had a surprised look on his face as though he was appalled that I would reject him. His ego made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t believe I found him so attractive months back.“Nope. You can’t fool me, b