Lucian's POVI watched how she crept stealthily out of the house and all the drama she was putting up with my pets. They weren't tamed, they only listened to my instructions, and they knew every member of the house, especially Emma. It was a tactic for people to become relaxed and misbehave so that they get bitten.Those lions should have attacked her the very first time that she attempted to move, but I guess they were also as intrigued as I was by her. She tried to make it down that far. I guess it was adrenaline at work."She should be happy that she's not yet killed." Travis muttered beside me and quickly ended that nonsense because of my glare. "Sir, what do you think I should do concerning the people that came a few days ago?" "Kill them all if they return." "Okay, sir." He replied with a wicked grin and I rolled my eyes at him. "I will see to it." He promised. Travis was swift to violence and I wondered where he was raised because it was concerningEven I, who was the head of
Naomi's PovA slap woke me up from my sleep and I stood, "Wake up!" The person said. The hand was gravelly and hard. It was almost as though they lifted weights every day. I came in contact with a man who hated my guts and existence. He was my greatest enemy, but I wasn't his fan either, so it was a balanced equation. You're not thinking about running away, are you? My master is not around, so I'll do whatever I like with you.I thought that he was talking about sex and what not, but he scrunched up his nose, Who wants to be with a public hole? I'll kill you myself and plant your body close to the lions for them to devour. That way, your special wish is granted. He grinned and I stared at him. He was very callous, and I wished that I had never had the misfortune to meet such a cruel and wicked soul."You're a bastard." I retorted and he shrugged. "You're not even ashamed that you're working for a killer. I guess you're birds of the same feathers."He grinned wickedly at me. "I'm pro
Naomi's POVI turned to see the person who was speaking. It was a female in regalia standing at the doorway. Her voice was commanding, almost as though there was nothing that could move her, and it was impressive to see this P.A or whatever he's called fold. From her stance one could know that she was powerful and this made me really happy. There were a few people who could actually command things and they happened that way. It was good to see that a lot of people who seemed like they didn't have any control actually did, but they were just waiting for people who were stronger or better than them to arrive.I stared at him with a smirk, at least a fellow woman was able to get him to shut up, which was quite impressive."Get to the room now." He muttered before walking out in anger. Well, that was his business because all I wanted was to be able to rest from all my labors, but it seemed like that was going to be a problem here.Now, onto the next agenda. The lady didn't wait before sw
Lucian's POVI was shocked and angry at her when she walked in scanty clothing. Women these days have become really shameless. Why would she be so comfortable in such an arena? "Why did she come here, Travis?" Travis shrugged. "Oh, she said you sent for her."I raised a brow at her lifeless body. Her drink was spiked just one minute after I turned my head. I wonder why she didn't leave immediately. What did she want to achieve? These strippers always wanted to have the attention of men. I guessed that it was like a drug to them because explain why certain things which were eyesores pleased them."The hell I did." Is that how desperate she was? I wondered. She shouldn't have thought that I hadn't been noticing her advances, but she was in for a ride if she thought that I was going to be one of her patrons.My friend chuckled when she walked in and saw my countenance. He even sent me a text with those human emojis. "You look bewildered. It's a good change from being tired," he had s
Naomi's POVI rose abruptly when he glared at me and stared at me like he was about to cut my head off. I now saw what happened. My heart was racing. I guess he was having a problem with me coming into his office. The truth was that I wasn't even feeling any certain way because I just thought that it was the normal thing that was always happening."I'm sorry, I will just leave right now. I was thinking about..." I trailed off when I saw his stares. It was just like the way that I had imagined. This time around, I was the one at fault. To be fair, it wasn't my intention to snoop around, but as things are right now, I guess I had no choice than to apologize."I'm listening," he prodded, and I stared at him with semi-wide eyes. If it was even possible for me not to have the time nor the luxury that was attached to it, I would. The luxury that I spoke of was nothing but the one where I was able to walk about and finally go before him.I didn't know what was running through his mind, but I
Lucian's POVHer words jolted me back to reality and I realized that she had grown limp in my arms. Shit! She was already looking pale. What the hell was I thinking drinking from her like a river? She was a human that was bound to run dry after a few sucks.My goodness! If she died, the cycle continued and God knew that this was the purest blood that I ever had the privilege to drink in the past fifty years. It was just that the lady had a mouth on her that made me want to bend her into two. She knew how to make a man mad, but I was no ordinary man.My gums were assuaged. This should be enough till next week again. That would give her time to recuperate. I wanted to keep her till old age. I mean, till she died. No one was willing to become a donor and that was why I bought her. She would have all the luxury she needed instead of searching for it around. She was a whore, and they usually lived from paycheck to paycheck. That was if they were even lucky enough to have a good boss or if
Naomi's POVHe glanced at me with shock and then looked at the knife with a tired gaze. "Why did you do that?" He asked. He was a vampire, and I was well aware stabbing him would not work."Just out of curiosity," I replied, but I was lying. I needed to know the intricacies that surrounded vampirism and I decided to find out and most especially. How to kill a vampire. I would kill him then escape. He was the one with the most power and that would disrupt his flow and continuity of the wicked bloodline. Did he have any siblings? I wondered, and a small smile slid across my lips.I was sure that he was probably wondering what the problem was because I was just staring at him like I was going to bite him. I was so glad that he didn't know what was about to hit him. I needed to continue playing the role of a very stupid person while I did my research. There was one person that would be of help to me. Emma. She seemed to have a soft spot for me, but the problem was that she also, to my di
Naomi's POVI was taken aback by his name. That name sounded familiar. "Is that the name of your Master?""Our master, yes. That's his name. Why do you ask? Don't you know that already?" She inquired.We heard footsteps coming from the top of the long stairs and I looked up to see my beloved hater. I flashed him a grin. The fact that I wanted to lie low didn't mean that I would allow him to walk over me. He wasn't even the boss, yet he was acting like a Lord all over the house."See who missed me? I always knew that you had an unhealthy obsession with me, you didn't just know how to put your words without sounding a bit off, and I get you." I purposely said to grate on his nerves and he fell victim instantly. "Why the hell would I look at a whore twice or even miss her presence? You're nothing but food to us and I don't see you beyond that." He replied promptly with venom pouring out of his eyes, and I was feeling very annoyed by that. "Are you going to tell me that there is nothing
Lucian's PovYears had elapsed since Deluna’s fall, and despite the wounds of war, the world had begun healing. What once had been a country full of tyranny and fright lived with hope in its heart. Vampires, living under Deluna’s tyranny, were free at long, long last. And I, with Naomi, had sworn ourselves to seeing freedom stretch to each and every soul yet living in shackles. We fought together, forging alliances, destroying whatever of Deluna’s corrupt empire lay in its path, and providing refuge and protection to souls that lived for too long in misery and agony. And yet, even with all that we accomplished, the greatest transformation hadn’t been in the world at all—it had been in me. Naomi tamed my rougher corners, taught me in virtue of love, in hope, and most of all, in the fact that redemption existed. And I, seeing her sit out on our balcony, in sunlight and in gold, bathing in sunlight, I saw that my greatest purpose no longer lay in commanding a people, but in protectin
Naomi’s PovThe battlefield hung in a dead, matted quiet. Once, with a reek of death and sorcery, but now with a mere whisper of wind, it breathed. The sky, which was shrouded in Deluna’s shadow, seemed lighter.I turned and looked around us, and saw the faces of my companions who fought with us. Some I recognized, scarred in battle, with looks of both loss and relief etched onto them. Others… Others were not with me.Travis.Alexander.Bane.They'd gone, some dead, and gone, whose fate I could not say. But one reality I could not deny is that those who fought with Deluna, who fought to maintain Deluna’s tyranny, died with her.Some of them, perhaps, still lay in shadows, but if ever again… They'd have to answer to us.I breathed out, a slow, deep one.Lucian, noting my hesitation, stroked my hair behind my ear, out of my face. His fingers were rough but kind, a reminder of battles won, of wars won, and of love won in choosing him."We did it," he whispered, eyes bloodshot and intent
Lucian's PovThe seconds ticked in slow motion as I saw Naomi’s delicate form move towards me. The whole scenario seemed dreamlike, a nightmare I couldn’t awaken from. And then, in a matter of a split second, her form collapsed onto the ground. Everything else melted, my eyes refocusing onto Naomi's dying form at my feet. My heart thudded savagely in my chest, a thudding beat drowning out everything else. "No… Naomi…" I faltered, dropping onto my knees at her side, my shaking hands extending out towards her. “No, no, no. This can't happen.” I touched her face, and her face was dispiritedly cool to my fingertips. Something deep and suffocating took over, its talons closing in my heart. Her eyes shut, her mouth a little apart, but no sign of life moved in them. My voice died in my mouth, taken over with horror. "How far are you willing to go, Deluna?"A faint echo of laughter sounded over my head, Deluna’s mocking laughter, sharp and cutting and rough-edged, like broken glass. How
Naomi’s PovThe battlefield lay covered in shadow, thick with smoke, burning wood, blood, and residues of lingering magic. Under my feet, the earth shuddered minutely, unsure whether this war had actually reached its conclusion. Deluna was a distance of a few feet, her black cloak fluttering a little in the evening breeze, her eyes squinted in observation of me. She yet seemed powerful, untouched by events transpired about her. But I could detect it now, the tiniest tremble of doubt in her eyes. She was starting to understand. Understand that she wasn't as unscathed as she long convinced herself to believe. I breathed in, slow and deliberate, then moved to speak. "What request?" Deluna questioned me, with a taint of distrust in her voice. I jerked my head, raising my chin a notch. "What way would you like to breathe your last?" Her mouth twisted in a cold sneer, but I could detect tension in her shoulder. "You can't do that," she taunted me. I took a pace in her direction. "I
Lucian’s PovI'd long been convinced wickedness took a face and one I'd seen in both monsters and in men, too. But tonight, with dusk consumed and sunset gone, I saw an atrocity that challenged my definitions of wickedness and forced me to redefine them. I'd seen evil I could hardly have dreamed in my most fevered imagination.The sky wasn't at its radiant best, but one contrast alone remained: one silver glow of the moon painted everything with an eerie, dark radiance, and I could almost feel its vigor. I kept moving onward, a burning fury in my heart burning brighter with each pace I took. "Your face, moon," I whispered in a snarl of anger, "tonight, your face bore witness to my friend’s murder." Travis’s dying memories looped in my head forever: laughter, soft comforts, and a shocked cry of betrayal that took him from me. I hadn't seen him coming.Travis, a man who firmly insisted wicked souls bore a glimmer of virtue, lay dead, robbed of life at our hands through a wickedness I co
Deluna’s PovDid I just kill Travis? The question echoed in my mind as I stood in the middle of the battle, blood on the floor. The taste of blood and regret was in my mouth, and I could barely breathe. The silence after the fight was louder than all the noise before.I staggered back, my limbs trembling as I tried to steady myself against a shattered column. Every heartbeat throbbed in my ears, a cruel metronome marking the passing of a moment I could never undo. The pain consumed me deeply; it was as though the very essence of my soul was being torn apart. I felt as if I might die from the weight of my own remorse.For a long while, I recalled our fight. Travis, even in his final moments, had pressed me with questions that now haunted my every thought. His eyes, full of anguish and bitter disappointment, burned into me as though searing my skin. I could still hear his voice in the clamor of my memories: "Why did you do all this, Deluna?" he had demanded, his tone a mixture of sorr
Naomi's PovMy pleas were swallowed by the chaos around us. Amidst the din of battle and the cries of wounded men, I could only hear my own heart breaking. I remembered Travis’s promise from earlier, a promise made with a laugh and a spark of defiant joy. I remembered how he had vowed to come back victorious. And now, that promise lay shattered like glass on cold stone.Lucian looked into my eyes, and for a moment, the anger in his gaze shifted to sadness. "Naomi," he said softly, "we can't bring him back, but we can make sure his sacrifice wasn't wasted." His words felt like both a blessing and a burden. A reminder that this war's cost was counted in blood and lost love.The thought of Deluna, the traitorous witch who caused Travis’s death made me burn with a need for revenge. "Where is she, Lucian?" I demanded, voice trembling with a mix of anger and despair. "I must face her. I must know why she did this. I want her to answer for Travis’s death!"Lucian’s eyes darkened further, and
Naomi’s Pov"Wake me up, someone, please wake me up!"My voice echoed through the pain, like I was calling out to a bad dream. I blinked at the bright light, tasting blood and sweat in my mouth. Everything around me was a blur of red and shadow. I could barely remember the morning, only broken memories of the night before the screams, the clash of steel, and the grief still twisting in my chest."Travis...?" I whispered, my voice breaking. My mind spun with disbelief. Travis Scott, my dearest friend, the one who had always been there to watch my back, to make me laugh even in our darkest moments, was gone. Gone, as if snatched away by some cruel fate. And all because of this cursed war and the betrayal that has splintered our lives. I pressed trembling fingers to my lips, tasting the bitter tang of my own tears. "How… how can this be?" My heart pounded painfully against my rib cage, each beat a reminder of the promise he had made earlier that day. I remembered the way his eyes had sp
Lucian’s PovDeluna’s voice echoed through the hall like a death knell. With her dark eyes burning, and her words laced with venom, she had suddenly declared war in the grand dining hall. “Kill them all, bring Naomi to me!” she roared, her command reverberating off the bloodstained walls. My heart thundered as I took in the chaos. The hall transformed into a nightmarish tableau: broken bodies strewn across the flagstones, heads severed, and crimson pools of blood pooling around fallen soldiers.“Has she forgotten who she’s dealing with?” I spat internally, anger coiling inside. I was not merely a man. I was a rabid vampire warrior fueled by vengeance and duty. I could not let Deluna’s treachery stand.I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the din. “Deluna, face me!” I demanded, halting her advance with my challenge. For a brief, electrifying moment, her eyes widened in astonishment, as if she had not expected me to stand so defiant. It was then that I realized how much our fates