Roseanne nearly screams in pain but blocks her mouth with her palm. Her eyes sting with tears as Dmitri’s canines pierce her skin. Her core is also in immense pain as his erection tears through her hymen.
Dmitri bites her neck, trying to be as gentle as possible but the mating process requires a little pain. He places the mark on Roseanne’s neck, finally claiming her as his rightful mate. The teeth mark on her neck sinks deeper and he backs out as the sign of his mark forms on her skin. Roseanne gasps as a burning sensation briefly flows through her neck but soon, it starts to ebb and is replaced with a pleasurable sting.
“Are you alright?” he whispers. Roseanne slowly nods her head. Dmitri stays in that position for a while, letting her mark sink in and waiting for her inner walls to relax. Roseanne takes a few short breaths before rela
“Find them!” One of the protestors shouts.A crowd has gathered at the townsquare to find and punish the murderers of their Duke. Several of the servants have spread the news that the delegation from Sloria have burst into the castle with a monster and killed their Duke. Hearing this, the crowd became enraged, chanting slogans for the death of the Slorian Duke.“Kill them!” Another townsfolk yells. They are carrying guns with silver bullets and torches to burn down anyone who might come in their way. The crowd marches up to the inn where the innkeeper is standing at the gate.“They have escaped!” The innkeeper reveals. “They left a while ago before any of us could stop them!”“Where did they go?” One of th
Venus is writhing in her sleep. Several images are flashing through her mind and the face of the former Empress is haunting her. She tosses and turns on the lavish bed, alone. Her breaths are short and heavy while she is being tormented by the memories of the past.“You are a vampire…” Venus whispers in her sleep. “You deserve your fate! You…”The room around her fades and she finds herself in a dark space with no light. Venus turns around in despair, looking for a way out. Her heart is beating fast in fear and she is confused. Everywhere she looks, it is only pitch black darkness.“Why did you do it, Venus?”Venus spins around and finds herself face to face with the person she loathes the most. The person she has always
After a long journey, Dmitri and Roseanne finally arrive in Helverium. They are traveling in plain clothes to disguise themselves. Dmitri is wearing his hat low to hide his eyes, clutching Roseanne’s hand in a protective manner.“Leo and the others will not arrive here,” he tells her. “I had to send them back otherwise we will attract too much attention.”“That is okay,” Roseanne replies. “I just need to find more information on this book.”She is hiding her father’s book inside a bag and holds on to it tight. Unbeknownst to Dmitri, Roseanne has been reading the book while he was unconscious. After finding out the truth, she had read the things her father had written but not all of it was decipherable. She was only able to understand the wolfsbane recipe bu
Eduard is in the throne room, contemplating many things. He is mulling over the recent events and is quite disturbed. His spies from Hapsberg brought him terrible news and also, another very interesting piece of information.Roseanne was seen in Hapsberg with the Slorian Duke.“So he is her buyer,” Eduard realizes and smirks. Stefan’s death coupled with Elthezar’s demise are all connected to the mysterious Duke of Sloria. As far as he knows, the kingdom of Sloria is isolated from the rest of the world because of its high mountains and the route which is seemingly impossible to cross.“I must find that witch and bring her back,” he mutters. The powers of Veneer are too precious to give up and only a witch can unleash those powers. Once Eduard gains them, he will become invinc
Roseanne and Dmitri glance at each other, feeling confused. What is the old woman talking about? Dmitri wonders.“This humble servant has been waiting for centuries,” the old woman continues. “Our magic has faded but I knew that one day, you two will return and take what is rightfully yours!”“Who are you?” Dmitri demands.“I am Vanalise,” the old woman states. “The priestess of the Moon Goddess herself. When the Moon Goddess was betrayed and killed off, I was there to carry out her last wishes.”“You were there?” Roseanne gasps. “You knew how the Moon Goddess died?”Dmitri is bewildered. “You do not believe her, do you?” he hisses
“Thousands of years ago,” Vanalise begins. “The whole world was ruled by the god from Veneer. It was their home and they watched over all the creatures. Werewolves, Vampires, Witches, Humans, Faes and even Dragons. Everyone lived in their own territories because they were not allowed to fight each other. The gods had given them an abode and they must stay there.”“But the Dragons became too greedy. They began to incite violence among the different species, especially amongst the Werewolves, Vampires and Humans. The Humans were being killed by the Werewolves and Vampires which made the Witches cautious too. They were also Humans but with powers. So they sided with the Humans.”“In the war, the Gods tried to intervene but the Dragons were too quick. They waged a war against the Gods but what they did not anticipate was th
“My Lord! My Lady!”Polina’s voice wakes up Roseanne. She slowly opens her eyes to realize that it is already morning and they have spent the night at Vanalise’s home. Picking up her dress from the ground, she covers her naked body while Dmitri is still asleep next to her.“Dmitri,” she whispers, gently shaking him. “It is morning. Polina is here.”He stirs and slowly opens his eyes to look at her. Last night, they did not sleep a wink, making love until dawn as if it was their last day on earth. The pain of separation is burning like hot fire in their hearts but both of them only wanted to prolong their time together.“Two weeks,” he whispers back. “Might as well ask me for my life.”
Night dawns on the lands, immersing them into a gravely silence. The shadows of the night are creeping in, slowly surrounding the areas. Other than the occasional cries of the cicadas, nothing else is making a single sound. Midnight strikes and the houses in Ezealyra are completely shrouded in darkness. Not even a soul is in sight of the dreary streets. Several people are sleeping on the roads, settled into an uneasy escape from their daily struggles, embracing their slumber. In the middle of the cold and silent night, a shadow is gliding through the long road. The person does not spare a single glance at the line of homeless people who are suffering everyday. Instead, he keeps on walking ahead, intent on only one goal. He continues along the street at an unusual pace, going ahead until he reaches the