Lucian PovI parked my Bentley outside Alexander's mansion and walked in. The guards at the gate blocked my entrance and I snarled at them with my fangs, causing them to tremble before they hurriedly opened up the way for me. Puny humans, I thought. Alexander had refused to employ any vampire under him at all and, according to him, he did it because we vampires are made to rule, not serve another.Although his speech was nice and awe-inspiring, I didn't believe it one bit. He was just a coward that feared people that could stand up to him, simple. He didn't have to fear humans since they were weak.Anyway, I safely made my way inside, snapping my fingers as soon as I was in and erasing the last one minute from the guards at the door. It was lethal for humans to know our true nature unless they were bound to us in a way.I met with a human lady in the lobby of the mansion, and she led me into a private living room. She gazed at me suspiciously as I sat and made myself at home. “It's
Lucian PovI was enjoying the moment with Naomi, kissing and smiling. I am happy that I made her smile again. My phone beeped, it was a message from Alexander, "I am coming for Naomi. If I can't have her, nobody will. She is mine alone."The surroundings within the room shifted, a palpable anxiety setting heavy in the air. I may want to sense the hazard lurking really past the partitions of my sanctuary. Alex, the pitiful excuse of a drug lord, should no longer truly take delivery of my actions without retaliation. He thrived on chaos, and I had simply dealt him a huge blow. “Naomi,” I stated, turning and returning to her with urgency, “we need to prepare. I can’t allow him to get to you.”She looked up at me, her large brown eyes full of uncertainty and worry. “What are you going to do?” I took a deep breath, in search of keeping my voice regular. “I’ll address Alex. I can’t allow him to threaten what we’ve constructed.”“Lucian, please! You can’t just confront him! He’s dangerous!
Naomi PovTime appeared to stretch without cease as I watched Lucian fall, the arena round me spiraling into chaos. My coronary heart raced, and panic surged through my veins. I rushed towards him, desperate to reach him and, if possible, to do something that would make him stand up, even if I had to give him my blood. I didn't care at that moment!!!“Lucian!” I cried out, my voice breaking. I ought to sense the tears streaming down my cheeks, burning like acid in competition with my skin. He was injured, and I saw the pain etched throughout his face.“Naomi, run!!!!” he shouted weakly, but I refused to listen. I wouldn’t allow him to face this by himself.I knelt beside him, cradling his face in my arms, my heart pounding in fear. “Stay with me, please! I can’t lose you!”His breath emerged as ragged, and I saw the pain in his eyes as he struggled to talk. “You want to—”He lost consciousness before he could speak. Alexander came closer to us, his expression twisted with satisfaction
Lucian PovThe chaos of the spot seems to slow us. I sensed the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The pain from the knife wound came to be sharp, but it paled in evaluation to the fireside ignited with the resource of her unwavering willpower. “Lucian, are you ready?” Naomi asked, her voice fearless despite the surrounding tumult.“Always,” I spoke back, my remedy hardening. I ought to experience the bond between us strengthening, a tether of electricity that fueled my strength. The world around us dwindled, narrowing all the way right down to the threat that Alexander and the men he came with. Alexander staggered back, his face etched with surprise and fury. “You think you can fight me with this weak human woman of yours? Oh dear, Lucian, you’re all fools!”I saw the madness in his eyes. He underestimated Naomi, viewing her as nothing extra than a pawn. But now, he will witness her transformation—a change from victim to warrior, and it terrifies him.“Fools we may be, but we’re
Naomi PovJust like I had always heard from one of the skinny girls back then in the cage full of wails of torment.It was said that there was always a light in every tunnel, regardless of how dark it looked. A few of the girls had reminded me that life had a way of giving its blessings, even in misfortunes.The more I thought about it, it felt like I had begun to realize that I wasn't just a rag doll, just like I had quoted.I wasn't just that girl anymore who was tossed around for men to take their turns, it felt like I had started seeing life in a new way.Who would have thought that I had started to notice the dimples more on Lucian's cheeks, his piercing eyes which obviously matched those of a sweet angel and not to even mention the way he smiles even in pain. I giggled as I closed my eyes and thought about Lucian. Just then, I could sense a picture of Alexander popping in my head.Just like a twitch, Alexander had disappeared into thin air that night. Lucian and I almost defeate
Lucian's PovI felt shattered, broken into a million pieces by the fear of losing Naomi. It was a weight that kept crushing me, a constant ache that echoed through every waking moment. For the first time in my life, I felt broken and shattered. It's not the usual emptiness that Alexander's presence used to leave me with. No, this time was different. This time, it was the fear of losing Naomi that gripped me, suffocating me. Seeing her fight with me, seeing the determination in her eyes, it was like a punch to the gut. I realized, at that moment, that Naomi had taken up a place in my heart. And for the first time, I felt a fear that I'd never felt before - the fear of losing someone I care about.This strange, unsettling feeling, this vulnerability. I've always been the one in control, the one who calls the shots. But with Naomi, I feel like I'm losing my grip. I feel scared that I won't be able to keep her safe, that the dangers that lurk in the shadows will somehow find their way
Naomi's PovAs I gazed at Lucian, I couldn't help but wonder why he had blood on his lips. On the other hand, I had started to feel a sense of worry, wondering if something had happened while I was away from the house earlier. As I tried to speak, my eyes darted back to his lips, and memories of Deluna's words flooded my mind. I couldn't understand why I had suddenly begun to pay attention to her words again.In as much as I didn't know Lucian too well, one thing was certain - he would never do anything to hurt me or put me in danger. At least, not as long as Alexander doesn't show up again in our lives. Lucian's eyes twinkled as he looked at me, and I could tell he was expecting me to say something. For a moment, I didn't think he had read my mind, but I couldn't be sure."What's wrong, Naomi? You seem worried," Lucian asked, his eyes locked on mine. I wasn't ready to ruin the moment I had planned, not even with Deluna's words still piercing my heart like a fierce bullet. I smiled
Lucian's Pov I sat on one of the chairs in the living room, close to the mirror, and caught a glimpse of my reflection. I was still fuming that Emma hadn't knocked on the door before bursting in. It felt like she had ruined the moment I had been sharing with Naomi. I had thought that this moment was going to last forever.Just as I was lost in thought, I heard the knock on the door. The person knocked continuously, not minding that I wasn't responding."Come into the room immediately," I ordered, waiting for whoever it was to enter.Emma walked into the room, trembling, with tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were swollen, and it was clear she had cried all the tears out. As soon as she entered the room, she knelt down, bowed her head, and begged me to forgive her."You are toying with me, Emma," I roared. "Why on earth would you walk into the room unannounced? Do you want a death wish?" I moved closer to my table, near the bed, and picked up my wristwatch to check the time. I
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