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Love that Kills Trial
I stared at the cold, pale faces and watched them whisper to each other. Their taunting gazes pierced through me like sharp spikes. What had I done for them to treat me with such disdain? I was the only one standing in the arena, allowing the members of the council to look at me from every angle. I doubted that it could serve their better judgment during trials. I bet it was created to intimidate those who stood there before me, to lessen their comfort, to make them feel bare…The dressed-in-red member of the council clasped his hands, and the commotion within the hall faded until it turned into silence. Then he smiled coldly and gestured for me to step forward. I was too terrified not to disobey him. Once my feet moved toward him, his lips twitched into a grin, revealing hints of his sharp fangs.The council member sitting next to the one in red stood up and looked to his left and right. "By the allowance of the Head of the Great Vampire Council, Abdiel Tenebris, I will now open the
Love that Kills New opening
I woke up on the soft bed. I was lying on my stomach with my naked back delicately brushed by the warm breeze. I felt all but pleasant, except for the upper left side of it—the place where the brand had been burned on me. Surprisingly, the pain became bearable, and I felt something cool radiating from the now-dressed wound. My cheek sank into the pillow, making it harder to see anything beyond the edges of the sheets and bed. Shifting at an unbearably slow tempo, I turned to one side, trying not to tense my back muscles, which was next to impossible. I wasn't sure how long it took, but I finally managed to slightly lift my upper body. It was just enough to see that I was in a chamber, probably the size of my entire apartment. A magnificent amount of light was falling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, half-shaded by black velvet curtains. The bed I was lying in was large enough for the three of me to sleep in, and the rest of the room seemed to provide the luxury I had only read ab
Love that Kills Lunch
Amanda left as soon as she helped me put on my dress, telling me that someone would soon come for me. I accepted that information rather numbly as I still processed her previous words. I sat on the bed, pressing my hand against the place where I felt my heart thundering. Why would Ash say something like that? Calling someone you had just taken as a slave the Lady of the House sounded ridiculous. Not that I wanted to be treated as a slave, but I couldn't understand any of it. The more I thought of everything Amanda had said to me, the more I was wrapped up in uneasiness. Should I congratulate myself for not losing my mind yet? In the last few days—minus three days when I was unconscious—everything I thought I knew about the world turned upside down. I learned that vampires existed, and I wouldn't be surprised if some other fantastical creatures turned out to be real as well. I was now in another—not mortal—world bonded by rules I had yet to become familiar with. I had been judged, sent
Love that Kills Questions
"So, what would you like to know?" Ash's lips curled up slightly."Everything," I said, millions of questions already popping on the tip of my tongue.He laughed. The deep, sensual sound did strange things to my body. Then he looked at me, drawing his teeth against his bottom lip. The hints of his sharp fangs flashed, igniting an odd thrill. The bubbly sensation exploded in the lower parts of my stomach and dropped between my thighs. "Ask away," he said.For a moment, I forgot how to speak… and breathe. Then my mouth opened, but I needed another minute before my voice followed. "Tell me more about vampires and this world."He brushed a few lost strands of his hair back and leaned forward. "They say that vampires and a few other races come from the fallen angels. It happened eons ago when only one realm existed. When the fallen angels reached Earth, they lost their immortality, but they gained something in return—the ability to breed. Each of the fallen had special abilities, and so th
Love that Kills Dreams and desires
My conversation with Ash didn't last much longer. One of the servants entered to inform Ash about some urgent matter. He leaned over his master and said something quietly. Ash frowned in response, anger sharpening his features. A moment later, he stood up and apologized to me before striding out of the room. As soon as he did, another servant came to escort me back to my chamber. I guess the long list of questions I had would have to wait...The servant closed the door of my room behind him, and everything that Ash told me hit me with double the force. My anxieties returned. I felt trapped, and an odd, suffocating feeling started to overwhelm me. Standing in the middle of my new, spacious chamber, I became claustrophobic. I fought for breath, swallowing tiny, insufficient chunks of air. My ability to adapt could only take this much. Now I was on the verge of falling to pieces.Even though I had no friends or a bright future in the Mortal Realm, that was the world I knew. I knew how th
Love that Kills Protected
I yanked the door open and ran out into the corridor. I heard the light but fast pounding of someone's feet on the left side. I darted in that direction. A female servant flashed before my eyes and quickly disappeared behind the corner."Hey! Stop!" I shouted, but she ran downstairs into a dark, narrow passage. I followed her but couldn't keep up. "Please! I want to talk to you!" She didn't stop. She took turn after turn, and once I reached the end of the corridor, where it split into two, I finally lost her. "Damn it!" I looked right and left, but I could barely see anything in the space lit only by several faintly glowing lightbulbs.I returned to my room, surprising myself that I didn't get lost on the way. I grabbed the note I had previously left on the table and sat on the bed. I looked at the message closely. The letters were neat, written in curled strokes more typical of a woman's hand. That had to be this girl servant who wrote it, but what did she mean? Was she trying to tel
Love that Kills Anxiety
Hunter stepped between me and Metis, shielding me from the Prince. Metis glared at him and clicked his tongue. "Be careful, dog," he snarled, carefully correcting the lapels of his suit jacket. "You know very well that you cannot touch me. I'm the Prince. You try something I don't appreciate, you die." Hunter widened his stance, his large frame blocking Prince's view. "Try to touch her and you'll die first," he hissed. My heart began to hammer. I had already learned that Metis could easily avoid all punishment. I didn't assume that the same rule would apply to Hunter. "C-can we just… go?" I muttered, tugging the short sleeve of his tee. Hunter nodded and stepped to the side, pulling me behind him as he was about to pass Metis by. The Prince chuckled. "I didn't allow you to leave, slave!" he growled, tilting his head to the side to meet my eyes. "What do you want?" I strained through my teeth. He bared his fangs, his mouth twisting in rage. "You will name me Your Highness, bitch! B
Love that Kills My Blood
I clamped my hand over my mouth, trying to restrain every sound that might have escaped me. I stood still debating whether to keep eavesdropping on the conversation or quietly tiptoe to my chamber, pretending I was never there. "So, what are you planning to do with Metis?" Calvel changed the subject. Ash sighed. "I can't do anything… not yet." The sound of something falling and smashing against the floor came from the end of the corridor. It might have been a sloppy servant dropping a glass, but the problem was, I wasn't the only one who heard the noise… "What was that?" A heartbeat passed since Calvel asked, and the door to Ash's office slammed open, exposing me while I stood in front of it like an absolute idiot. I froze. The blood drained from my face. Ash looked me up and down, his lips curving into a smirk. "Come in, Nala," he said. "Wouldn't it be easier to listen to our conversation from inside my office?" I gulped. "I… I didn't mean to. I heard voices on my way to the cha
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Love that Kills Heartbeat
NALA A week later Happiness. I think that was what I felt. Bliss and happiness. I woke up naked in our bed. Ash was lying behind me, his naked chest pressed against my back. One of his arms served as my pillow, while the other casually rested on my waist. I would never get tired of waking up like that. I could feel his cool breath brushing the crook of my neck, and a shiver traveled down to my lady parts. "Is my Queen getting aroused?" Ash purred into my ear, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. "I'm not your Queen yet," I told him, pretending that his voice didn't increase the humidity between my thighs. "You have a crown on your lovely head in my eyes already," he said, kissing my neck. "I think I'm hungry." His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close and melting my body with his. His teeth grazed my skin as I shuddered in anticipation. "How does it feel?" I asked him all but breathlessly. He chuckled and nibbled on my earlobe. "How does what feel?" "Drinking blood," I said.
Love that Kills The Fate
NALA"Wake up, angel. Please, wake up." Ash's voice slowly pulled me out of unconsciousness. I opened my eyes and saw his worried face brighten up with a smile. He held my head on his lap and stroked my hair, and the relief I felt when I saw him made my whole body shudder in sweet relief.Tears gathered in my eyes. "Ash," I murmured, my voice cracking. "You're here… This isn't a dream."He shook his head and chuckled. "Of course I'm here. I had to save you." He leaned down and kissed my forehead.As I retrieved my awareness, anxiety flooded me. "W-where is Drystan?" I stuttered, looking around.Ash pointed at the fountain, and the stone soaked in blood. "He is gone," he said, but I heard restlessness in his tone. Then I felt the ground shaking and small stones dropping from the ceiling.I swallowed and looked into Ash's eyes. "What's going on?"He stroked my hair and took a deep breath. "I need to get you out of here. Calvel should be close to the temple." Before I could say anything,
Love that Kills To Death
ASHWe found the temple, but it wasn't the map that brought me here; it was her. I could sense Nala from miles away as we moved through the wasteland. I ran ahead, leaving the map to Calvel and the rest while I rushed to the temple of Belial. I was the fastest, and I needed to be there as soon as I could. I had to stop this—stop Drystan and stop the apocalypse.I burst the door open, and my eyes instantly found her. Nala was lying by the stone fountain in the center of the hall. Her entire neck and most of her angelic face were covered with blood. The wounds on her neck were fresh and still bleeding. That cunt, whom I used to call my brother, fed from her. He caused her unimaginable pain…My blood turned into molten lava. Fury stormed inside me, ready to erupt. My claws were out and prepared to rip the flesh of those who harmed her. I saw tears falling down her pale cheeks, blending into the streams of her blood. "Ash," she murmured, her voice barely audible, but I could still hear he
Love that Kills The Curse
NALA I begged Drystan to stop, but he didn't. Then I begged him to kill me, but he only chuckled through his teeth as he sucked my blood. Finally, I embraced the sweet darkness around me. Losing awareness was my bitter reward for getting through another night of torture. I drifted through nothingness until the vague sounds reached my ears. I floated toward them, toward the soft light that suddenly opened in front of me. I saw spiral stairs carved in stone. Someone ran up. I couldn't see the face. I could only hear the clanking of the heels hurriedly hitting the stone steps. I followed that person and quickly found myself in a castle tower. The one whom I followed stopped by the window and untied the strap of a black cloak. As the heavy cloth fell down, it revealed a familiar, black-haired woman—Estelle. She wore a white cotton dress covered with blood stains. Her black hair was untied and tousled, and her slender hands and face were dirtied by bloody mud. She looked at her trembling
Love that Kills My Light
ASHIt had been two days since I had been losing my mind. How could I make such a foolish mistake?! How could I not predict that one of our allies might have been followed?! Drystan and Baltazar killed one of the groups that wanted to side with us. They tracked them, murdered the entire pack, and forced their Alpha to give them our location before they ripped his heart out.Drystan knew that he would never defeat us in our territory, but what he had planned wasn't a surprise, full-on attack. He only wanted Nala. I didn't know why at first, but then I learned about the ancient ritual that could give the demon's spirit enough strength for him to be reborn. The strength he needed was in Nala's blood. Now, for two days, I sensed her agony and couldn't do a fucking thing about it."Did you find that old fox?" I asked Calvel as soon as he entered the meeting room.The grim look on his face couldn't mean anything good. "I found that fucker, Jarrod, in two pieces. Someone decapitated him—a cl
Love that Kills Making a Choice
When I regained consciousness, my whole body rattled from the piercing cold. Drystan wasn't lying. Whatever he did when he bit me filled me with raw fire, burning my insides to ashes. Once the pain pushed me to madness, I wished for death. I thought I had died when the relief finally flooded my senses. But I was still alive, and as the scorching flames left me, the slightest breath of wind sent icy needles to prickle my skin.The shackles were still on my wrists, and the heavy chains restrained my movement. The skin around the cuffs was torn and constantly bleeding. I couldn't stand up or even lift my head. I wish I could say that I survived the previous night, but I couldn't even call it surviving. Drystan let me breathe only to finish this three-day ritual.The realization filled me with a new wave of pain… I should die. Not because it was remarkable that I was still in the world of the living, but because only my death could stop the apocalypse. Without my blood, Belial would not b
Love that Kills Pain
I opened my eyes and winced from the pain. Every part of my body hurt, and the fact that I was lying on the cold stone ground wearing nothing but a partially torn nightgown made the pain more vivid and overwhelming. My hands were shackled in chains so heavy that I barely mustered the strength to lift them. The chain was bolted to a large stone at the foot of some kind of sculpture. Struggling, I rose to a sitting position and focused my eyes on my dimly lit surroundings. The place where I was, resembled ruins. I could see broken columns and crushed rocks lying around a spacious, round hall with a dome-shaped ceiling.I turned around and took a close look at the sculpture next to me. It was at least seven feet tall and resembled a terrifying man-like creature with massive horns on its head. His huge arms were armed with stone-shaped claws, while his feet melted into the center of the podium. The stone where my chain was bolted was part of a ring, placed within a three-foot radius of th
Love that Kills Our Bond
I stared at the mesmerizing mark on my neck and couldn't help the grin that curled up my lips. I brushed it with my fingertips, and it seemed to faint under my touch and then reappear once I took my hand away. "Do you like it?" I heard Ash's voice coming from behind me. It didn't startle me as much as before. This time, I could feel his presence seconds before he spoke. I turned around to face him. "Your mark looks beautiful," I said. He chuckled and touched the spot on my neck. "Actually, it's not mine, but ours. It represents our union." Then he leaned down and kissed it, sending a wave of pleasure down my body. "Don't do that," I breathed. "Do what?" he teased. "This?" He traced the mark with the tip of his tongue. I moaned, fisting the collar of his half-unbuttoned shirt. Then I forced him to face me. "You are not playing fair," I told him, frowning. "This mark is… extremely sensitive." He grinned. "I know. As a matter of fact, from now on, I will know your feelings. I will
Love that Kills Weapon
A few hours later, I was sitting in my chamber and combing my shower-damp hair in front of the mirror. Was I truly the only one able to stop Belial? But how was I supposed to do that? Should I attack the Drystan-Belial duo the way I attacked everyone in the auditorium? But the last time I used that power, it drained me, and even now, I didn't fully regain my strength. Perhaps I should concentrate the stream of power on Drystan and Belial without dispersing it, but what if that still was not enough? What then? As a descendant of an Archangel, I could only possess a mere percentage of his power. Could I truly be a match for the true fallen, even in his weak, spiritual form? I groaned in frustration, tossing my hairbrush on the table."You are worrying too much. It's overwhelming, isn't it?" Ash suddenly appeared in my mirror, and I almost screamed."Don't do that!" I frowned at him. "Make a sound at least!"He chuckled and stepped closer, taking a few strands of my hair between his fing
