Sasha woke with a severe body ache and a sore throat. She recalled last night's events as she sat on the bed, her naked body curled within the sheets and her thighs clenched together. The bed beside her was empty but her mind was occupied by him and how he took her last night.How she begged him to slow down because she couldn't handle it.How she begged him to stop after three rounds because she couldn't take it anymore.How she begged him to let her cum because she couldn't hold it in anymore.Her cheeks heated up and she clenched her thighs even more tightly. The arousal suddenly took over her body. She swore she never felt like this before until she met him, until just yesterday.She immediately shook her head and got out of sheets but as soon as she stood up, she had to sit down. The soreness or pain didn't get her, it was the wetness between her thighs that got her.It wasn't her arousal.It was the remains of his desire he left in her last night before she went unconscious. Bef
Love is like a curse.One is selfish but not selfish enough for their lover.Obsession...However is most of the time lethal enough to cross the destruction of the curse.But what if it is the combination of both?What is it called then?Maybe... Ruination.Ragnar sat on the edge of the table and quietly stared at the sleeping form of Sasha. He entered the hall when the afternoon birds were still chirping and the sun was glowing like never before and he remained seated in the same position until the sound of the birds slowly died down and the sun began to replace itself with the moon.Not once did he look away.He knew he was crazy and he gladly accepted it without a hint of hesitation.He cracked his neck a little while keeping his eyes fixated on her and watched how she moaned in her sleep and turned on her back with one of her hands on her stomach and the other beside her head. He took a deep breath and put his hands back on the table, leaning backward as he finally lashed his gaze
Her body was in a momentum along with the carriage she was sitting in. Sasha was reading a book but she was merely reading the words, understanding nothing because her thoughts were consumed by him.It had been a week since their marriage and today she was finally going to the place she wanted to reach desperately. Her home, the Walton Kingdom.She thought he wouldn't send her back so soon, this was way sooner than she expected. Considering what he was like, he would have let her go back after months. That day after they had sex on the couch of the hall, Sasha woke up in her bed. He wasn't there at that time either. Ever since that day, he had been so busy. She barely saw him. One side of her was glad and the other was way too conscious.Was he already bored of her? These types of questions wouldn't leave her head. She didn't like the fact that she was thinking a lot about this question. She shouldn't care in the least. She shouldn't... but...Yesterday, he called her to his office a
The caravan stepped into the kingdom but she remained seated in the carriage, lost in the chaos of her thoughts. The curtains were drawn together, concealing her from the outside world.Before the encounter with Noah, she imagined herself jumping out of the carriage and hugging her people as they welcomed her warmly but things took a wild turn.Everything was completely different from her imagination. Her heart lost the desire to meet her people because her mind was consumed with the fear of their hatred.The thought of her family acting the same way had her stomach turning.Leo said everyone missed her...but this uneasy feeling that suddenly grew inside even made her doubt her family. The carriage passed through the market and she could hear the whispers of her people from outside.Usually, the market is bustling with people but due to the caravan passing by, everyone scooted aside and began to whisper 'god knows what' to each other. Sasha sat in the carriage with hunched shoulders
Staring at the ceiling for god knows how long, Ragnar just couldn't push his thoughts away...his thoughts were filled with Sasha. Oh, how hard it was for him to let her go. Not having a proper dose of her for so long was messing up his mind and it was for the good.He needed his mind completely messed up at the time of the war, so he could shed some real, good blood. His eyes darted towards the two men sitting on the couch and going through some papers.Well, he assigned this work to both of them but only one of them got it, the other one just didn't know the definition of listening and understanding.He only knows the definition of war and he understood it quite well."Mason, what's the matter with you?" Ragnar asked, usually upon hearing the word 'war' Mason loses all his already loose grounds and goes all crazy and excited about it. This time he was abnormally quiet which was quite suspicious.Mason snapped his gaze at Ragnar and shrugged. "This type of behavior of yours is so unl
"Because I'm the traitor." Sasha's eyes broadened and her grip on the spoon loosened, making it clank against the plate and the noise scattered in the dining hall along with her mother's gasp."Why?" Father questioned sternly."You ask why? This is retaliation. Vindication for killing my guards and my right hand." Leo snapped, his goal was logical but yet illogical because Ragnar was invincible. Wynter stared at him in stupefaction. It was so unlike him. This all was going on inside her husband's head and she was oblivious of it all this time. Leo never once made his intentions clear to anyone. This just meant he would go to all lengths for his revenge."That stupid jerk cursed us, he thought if he cursed us, I would obey him. Really? He just made me strong enough to stand against him. He also reached this position by killing one like himself, I will reach his position by killing him." Leo said, his tone bleeding with contempt."You want to become like that monster?" Mother asked and
"Rayla,"Sasha stared at the witch in shock. It was like the ground beneath her feet was swept away on her arrival.What was happening?What was she doing here?What was this witch onto?Whatever she had in her mind was no good.Sasha could feel her bad intentions just by being in her vicinity.Rayla wanted no good for her brother or for Ragnar.Didn't she love Ragnar?"The witches are with me," Leo said dryly, staring at his sister with a bored expression."Ragnar ended their species long ago, they are here for revenge," Leo said and Sasha quickly shook her head as she grabbed his arms in a firm grip."What about Makaria? Is she with you?" Sasha asked and Leo shook his head. "She's no different than you. She refused to stand against her brother." Leo explained and Sasha's gaze snapped to Rayla who was standing there, rolling one of her curly strands around her fingers while passing a mischievous look to Sasha.Sasha's eyes widened upon witnessing her expressions. Why was she doing th
Standing behind one of the tall trees, Sasha peeked at the vast ground where a large number of tents were grounded in the ground, and in the middle, a huge double bell wedge tent stood high with Kastron's Flag flapping in the air right on top of it, that tent probably belonged to Ragnar.The sun rays were already slapping half of the tents, the night fury faded away and the moon had to die down so the sun could shine again.Many other flags along with the Walton Kingdoms flag were high in the air but lower than Kastron's Flag because the tent they were fixated over wasn't as huge as the one that belonged to Ragnar. It screamed who was the king. What surprised her the most were the other flags. The Kingdoms she thought were blessed with power, justice, and happiness were bowing to Ragnar in the shadows. He must have achieved them over the past years, just like the way he conquered her kingdom. His empire was huge, so huge her mouth was hanging low when her eyes landed on the tents fo
*A year later*The month of November.THE VALLEY OF GONDEN One of the most beautiful valleys existing within the mountains of the Gonden. The half frozen waterfall had a calm sound to it, the sun rays casting on that waterfall giving it a shimmery look, one so sightful that it was hard to look away from it.Within the valley, a clan of a strong bloodline was colonized.The sky had a soft glow to it that casted on the valley from above the mountains that had a little snow decorated on them. The valley of Gonden wasn't a land of heavy winter, it sure snowed here but not much as compared to other places. The clan was roaring with humanity. The kids were running around, chasing each other. A shepherd leading his flock nearby the valley within the tall grass that swayed with the wind.The clan market was bustling with people and within that market was a famous tea house filled with people. In the corner of that tea house sat a couple.Ragnar and Sasha.Though among commoners they still lo
Her drenched figure bounced on the king-sized bed as a gasp escaped her lips. Before Sasha could catch her bearings he was already on top of her, devouring her neck with rough, open-mouthed kisses."Ahhh," She moaned, her hands shot up to his shoulders. Trying to pull away but he didn't even budge, instead he tightened his grip on her waist. If she knew he would get jealous like this she wouldn't have asked the guard to practice with her but then again it was her fault because she forgot how possessive he could be."Ahhh, calm down," She breathed, her chest heaving up and down as he continued to brutally devour her neck. His wet silver strands stuck to his back as water dripped down his chin and clothes. He was really going to make a mess out of her and she knew there was no way back.Ironically, she wanted that to happen. How badly she had gotten used to him.He grabbed her neck and looked down at her, a fury of jealousy dancing in his eyes as he growled against her face. "Calm down?
*A week later* "Drink." Ragnar commanded rather sternly as he put the glass filled with blood in front of Sasha on the breakfast table. For the past week she had been sick because of the turning process and was now finally out of bed. Though she was craving blood but her mind still hadn't processed that she was a vampire and needed to drink this nasty shit to go on."Ewww!" Sasha made a puking face making Ragnar narrow his eyes on her rather comically."I've never seen such a vampire like you." He said almost sounding disappointed and she glared at him. "Well now you see." She said, sounding exactly like him. They were picking each other's traits. Ragnar blinked several times with a constant narrow gaze, telling her he wasn't playing around. "Drink or you will fall sick again." He said and her eyes widened. "Vampires get sick too?" Sasha said and he sighed. "You just did, silly." He said. "It's like raising a child." He whispered under his breath and she heard him. She glared at him
"Can you give me a favor?" Sasha asked.Sasha placed a bouquet of roses on the grave with the tombstone having the name Rayla carved on it with gold. Once she placed the bouquet, she straightened up and stepped back, staring at the two graves of Rayla and Leona. Ragnar buried them in the royal graveyard of the Kastron Kingdom. A sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and joined her hands together, praying for their peace in the afterlife as Fiona who was standing beside her did the same.Once they were done, they finally let their hands fall to their side as they quietly gazed at the two graves now having flower bouquets placed on them by Sasha."Why did you want to come here?" Fiona asked, the wind blew past them making their hair twirl around it. "You seem to look quite interested in the shattered stone as well." Fiona said what she noticed about Sasha yesterday. Sasha smiled softly, gazing down at the graves with a hint of sadness in her eyes."I had a dream of them." Sash
A week later*In the dining hall during lunchtime."Here, eat more," Ragnar said, putting five more chicken wings on Sasha's plate. Her eyes widened. She was already struggling to finish the previous wings he had put on her plate. "Mm, no way." She said, putting the cleaned bone on the plate and sliding the plate away. With his fingertips, Ragnar slid the plate back in front of her. "You haven't eaten much. You need to increase your appetite." "My appetite is enough for someone like me," Sasha replied, sliding the plate away."And someone like you is too weak for your own good," Ragnar said, sliding the plate back in front of her as he gulped down some blood that was resting in his glass."That barely made sense," Sasha said and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief."It did to me," Ragnar said and Sasha sighed. He was always up for an argument. For the past few days, they had gotten closer and Sasha never thought there would be a time that she would enjoy being with him instead of fe
Sasha gripped the bedsheet for her dear life. Even the strong headboard of the bed was hitting the wall violently because of his brutal thrust. She felt completely overstimulated and overwhelmed while being under him like that as he took her like a beast in heat. "Ahh sl-slower," She could barely manage to let a few words out. "Huh? Faster?" He asked, a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome features as he went even faster making her eyes widen. She was a moaning and trembling mess. All she could do was lay under him and take it till it was over.At this point it wasn't even painful, it was just too much pleasure for her to handle. She felt like she would go unconscious. "Ahhh," She cried out in pleasure, his grip tightening on her waist as he went harder. Her legs that were on his shoulder, powerlessly fell down between the curve of his arms.Sasha gripped the bedsheet even tighter, her body was completely wrecked under his control. He was claiming her to his heart's content. He
"You know what? Fuck everything and bon appetit." He kissed her chest making her gasp.Sasha put her trembling hands on his shoulders when he began to pull the string of her dress with his teeth. His hands went inside her gown and squeezed her soft thighs. He'd be exploring her body before she could. She might have a lot of scars from the last battle and she doesn't even know how hideous they might look.He pulled the gown up till her stomach, exposing her bare legs and undergarment to his hungry eyes. He squeezed her thighs while his teeth continued to pull the strings of her gown."Hmm you have weakened." He said while massaging her thighs. Of course, she had. She was asleep for a year with no proper meal or exercise. "No worries, I know how to fatten you up." He mused and began to plant open-mouthed kisses on her neck making her whimper and moan. "The smell of your blood is delicious." He growled, licking the area where her pulse was beating. He wanted to suck her blood but restra
"Your husband, Ragnar. He is back."Her fast footsteps echoed in the corridor, the maids immediately made way for their queen as she sprinted past them while holding onto her floral sleeping gown that she hadn't changed from. The drums got louder the more she got nearer to the main terrace of the castle. Her steady heartbeat now thumping abnormally in her chest.The anticipation was gnawing at her flesh.Sasha opened the door of the main terrace from where she could have a clear look of him entering. Her hands grabbing the railing and body moving forward as she stared at his caravan.Her eyes shone even brighter when the sun rays struck them. Before her was her Ragnar, he sat proudly on his stallion. His silver locks which he had cut short were now back to their longer length, they swayed in the air giving his overwhelmingly handsome presence some extra points. He was walking towards the main door of the castle and right above that main door was the main terrace where Sasha stood.He
PRESENT AUTHOR POVThe birds danced around the Kastron castle, chirping in delight. The fresh sun rays cast a beautiful glow on the darkness of the castle, some of the rays seeping through the curtains that shadowed the within of the castle.The wind played around, caressing the curtains and making them flutter. Within that peace of the castle, laid Sasha on her King-sized bed. The pillow beneath her head drenched as tears streamed down her temples. She looked like she was having a bad dream but the tears soon stopped streaming when her eyes slowly opened, taking the first thing in her sight that was the Royal ceiling.Her gaze danced around the room and she realized that she was in their room. Her and Ragnar's room but the latter was nowhere to be seen. "Agh," with a groan spilling out of her lips, she slowly sat up on the bed, her gaze still dancing around the room. It seemed to her that she hadn't been here for so long. Sasha looked down at her drenched pillow and then back at h