"Your so-called lover Grace is actually a witch who is here to seek revenge from you."Ragnar suddenly stopped struggling to get out of Kastron's guard's grip as he stared at Logan in confusion before his gaze slowly traveled towards Grace who looked just as shocked and confused as him."What nonsense are you barking?" Ragnar growled and began to struggle again. "I'm barking the truth here," Logan said, tightening his hold on Grace as he stared down at the maiden intently."You played well but unfortunately it's me who is gonna win," Logan said with a little smirk on his face before he looked at Ragnar again. "This maiden right here is a witch and she is the daughter of the queen, Makaria." Logan declared and Ragnar's eyes widened in shock. He immediately shook his head in denial."That's impossible," Ragnar growled and Logan scoffed. "Is that what your heart says?" Logan asked and Ragnar just glared at him. "She looked familiar to you in the beginning, right? Why?" Logan asked and R
"It's time for the ritual."The ritual? I stood in my place like a stiff statue. Was I really about to see him turn into a vampire? I've read in the books that the vampire King usually bites the neck to turn the other person into a vampire so does that mean he would bite Ragnar's neck?A guard stepped forward with a royal bowl while Grace tightened her hold on Ragnar's arm, trying to comfort him, telling him that it wouldn't hurt at all. "What's that bowl for?" I asked Makaria."You'll know," She replied simply.The couple stood aside as the guard brought the bowl to Logan. My gaze shifted towards Ragnar and my heart pained to see him like that. I could see it, he was scared. He was hesitant. Immorality was a curse worse than death itself but he was doing it for her. To be with her despite her betrayal.He shouldn't have agreed. Though it's not the case but what if she was involved with Logan in order to manipulate him? No matter what her true feelings were. I thought no good of her.
Logan tried to achieve immense power, not knowing that he had just written his own death.He thought he could tame the beast after taking his lover's life, not knowing he just unleashed the monster.Ragnar crawled over to Grace and scooped her weak body in his arms. He struggled to breathe, the tears poured down his eyes as he caressed her cheek. "No, you can't d-die." He said while shaking his head. The scene looked kinda familiar. Something that I too experienced with him.Logan walked back on his throne and settled down so casually as if he just didn't ruin life for a lifetime. Ragnar cried while holding onto her, he had no words to say any more while she on the other hand kept apologizing to him. She also made him promise her to not let anyone turn her into a vampire while her blood still ran in her veins. Her bloodied hand caressed his cheek one last time before it fell down on the floor all lifeless. This was exactly what she experienced with him at the moment of her own demis
My pupils dilated and orbs throbbed when they landed on the two figures that entered through the gate. Rayla and Leona.I stared at the two figures in utter shock while slowly standing up. Makaria followed my actions, her gaze too unwaveringly fixated on the two ladies.This was something familiar to the beginning but instead of Grace here, it was me.Their long hair fluttered in the air, despite being the witches, they looked like fallen angels. Surprisingly I felt no animosity towards Rayla, instead of animosity there was empathy brewing inside me for her.Their aura was strong, and their gait held power. This was it, this was the end.The final phase.They paused in front of me, both of their eyes taking in my form before traveling towards Makaria. Makaria hesitantly stepped forward, opened her arms, and embraced both the girls. Leona instantly hugged her back but Rayla was a little hesitant until she too embraced her back.No words were shared for a while. The hug was silent yet
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
"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
"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
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