Visenya collided with the trainer, tearing through his throat like a spit-roast chicken. Another vampire swiftly rushed at her from the side, tackling her to the ground and propelling them into a rolling tussle. With determination, he climbed onto her back, attempting to sever her head with his bare
Nestling into her makeshift bed, she clutched her pillow tightly and let out a contented sigh. "Goodnight, Master," she whispered.She had been bidding him goodnight for several days now, even though he never responded. Yet, she held onto a personal wager with herself that if she persisted, one day
**TRIGGER WARNING**—Twenty Years Earlier—Lucian arrived at his father’s bedchamber, carrying a tray of food in his hands. Annoyed at being assigned such a menial task, he couldn't help but feel like a mere slave. However, his father had insisted that he personally deliver his mother's breakfast th
Later that morning, the sound of commotion reverberated through the halls. Intrigued, he ventured out of his room and discovered a flurry of slaves frantically scurrying near his father's chambers. His curiosity piqued, he approached the scene, only to find a woman standing between him and the door.
Lucian stood on the balcony of his bedchamber, relishing the cool autumn breeze that caressed his handsome face. It was Visenya's idea to remove the weathered boards that had once sealed the doors shut, banishing the somber darkness that had permeated the castle. She detested the dark and grisly amb
Flying with Lucian was easily becoming one of Visenya's favorite things. It was exhilarating, daring, and made her feel like a true badass. There was one dragon left in the world, and only she had the luxury of riding him... in more ways than one.However, all the fun and thrill had been sucked righ
As soon as her feet touched the bottom, she relied on her wolf senses to sniff out what she came for. It guided her to the farthest corner of the cave, where heaps of rock and debris were piled together, a mere inconvenience for a strong Alpha like her. With precision and strength, she deftly moved
Visenya stood in the near distance, silently observing Lucian as he stood solemnly over his brother's grave. The weather seemed to reflect her own emotions, with its dreary skies and relentless rainfall that drenched them to the core.Clasping an old, tarnished pocket watch in his hand, Lucian trace
Visenya chuckles at her daughter’s fierce declaration. “Well, you certainly are your father’s daughter,” she says, her eyes sparkling with pride and love for the fiery little girl before her. As a large crimson dragon soars into view, Catalina gasps with excitement, pointing eagerly to the sky. “He
In the enchanted garden of the Lycan Kingdom, Synora flitted among the vibrant blooms like a playful sprite, her laughter ringing out like tinkling bells. Butterflies, drawn to the riot of colors, fluttered gracefully around her, adding to the serenity of the ethereal atmosphere. Nearby, Visenya’s
Their lips part, and Lucian leans his head against hers, feeling his manhood already beginning to stiffen again, eager for another round of fervent lovemaking.“That’s probably the servants your mother said she would send over,” Lucian remarks, his voice tinged with reluctance. “Perhaps we should in
As the first rays of the morning sun stream through the window of their bedchamber, Lucian and Visenya found themselves consumed by an insatiable hunger for each other. Entwined in a passionate embrace, their bodies pulsated with desire. Visenya throws her head back, her melodic moans filling the ai
“You must taste the bitterness of their suffering,” Visenya’s voice dripped with a chilling potency. “A torment you and your council ruthlessly unleashed upon them. Let it sear your conscience like a branding iron, let it etch into your soul the pain you inflicted upon the innocents. You will carry
“They did what needed to be done,” she retorts, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. “To prevent you and the council from eradicating another species.”“The mages were evil,” he insists, conviction in his tone. “We couldn’t allow a unification ritual to take place. We couldn’t allow the
Mordecai stirred from his enforced slumber, his senses clouded by a disorienting haze. Clutching his head in agony, he fought to shake off the lingering effects of the gas that had kept him imprisoned. As he struggled to regain his bearings, his gaze fell upon Visenya, standing tall and resolute, a
“So, you’ve come to kill me? Go ahead! I’ve already lost everything that mattered to me in this world,” Mordecai’s voice resonates with bitter resignation.His adversary, her eyes ablaze with unyielding resolve, retorts with a cold fury, “Now you know how it feels. You’ve reveled in others’ sufferin
Caden’s pain was palpable, a raw, seething agony that tore through him, leaving behind a gaping void where his heart once beat. His cries of grief became a haunting melody to Mordecai’s ears, fueling the flames of his cruelty. Mordecai towered over him, casting a dark shadow of impending doom. Desp