Pyotr stiffens at our sudden closeness, but he soon returns the hug. His arms tighten around me as I sink into his chest. "I will make sure you never live in fear again," he affirms. His warmth and the determination in his voice, is what allows me to believe him. With my head on his shoulder, I grip his shirt tightly, trying to stop my tears. *** Vampires have long been known for their cruel behavior befitting of a beast. Many humans live in fear of them, and rightfully so. In recent years, humanity has fallen victim to the trafficking, as many vampires have taken humans to be their slaves. Clara, a young girl from a small village in the outskirts of the Samiryan kingdom, has become their latest victim. Just when she thinks her life is over, she is saved by a mysterious man. Enamored by the man's strength, Clara joins him in his fight to stop the wrongdoings of the vampires. During her journey, Clara faces many challenging obstacles, but none more challenging than falling for one of the very beings whom she sought to stop. Will hatred consume her heart or will love save her?
View MoreI bite my lip casting my eyes down, Alina steps to the side glancing at me. Slowly I shift my gaze towards her offering a stiff smile before looking back at Mother. Mother's brown eyes scrutinize me and I feel myself shrinking back. I inhale deeply taking a step towards her. "I will b-be staying with the l...lord who saved my life from now on," I tell her. Mother's face strains before she lets out a choked laugh. "Clara I can imagine what a lord would want with you. And my dear you are better off with me and the arrangements I have made." My face burns red at her words as I take a step back. Wiping my wet palms on my skirt I take in a breath. "I-I am not bedding the lord," I squeak in bewilderment. I side-eye Alina and watch as her body stiffens. She covers her face with her hand attempting to hold back her laughter. I look back at Mother who stares at me with a raised brow. "If you are not bedding the lord now the time will come. Girls like yo
I close my eyes while a sigh slips past my lips. Wiping my sweaty palms on my dress I stand up, my legs trembling. Alina stares at me a moment before standing up. "Are you alright?" She asks softly. Scrunching my hands in the skirt of my dress I cast my eyes down. "I'm j-just nervous is a...all," I tell her. "What do you have to be so nervous about?" She wonders. "My mother is r-rather intimidating and w-well we argued the l...last time we saw each other," I explain. "She should be rather happy to see you then, should she not?" She raises a brow at me. As Alina talks she opens the carriage door stepping out and I follow her. "I should h-hope so," I respond to her. I take in my surroundings watching as more people pour out from the parked carriages. They are all smiling, clearly relieved to be home. Though the only thing running through my mind is how my mother is sure to react. I ran away before she could sell me off. She's going
Warm sunlight leaks in through the carriage window. I breathe in the light crisp air as I open my eyes. I blink several times trying to adjust to the unexpected light. "I see you are finally awake," I hear Alina say across from me. Sitting up I stretch my arms before glancing over at her. Alina sits tall and straight in her seat eyes fixed forward. "H-How long was I asleep?" I ask. "For a couple of hours. While you were out we passed through the Shadow Moore boundaries and will soon be in Samirya," she informs me. "I see, have t-the drivers taken any breaks during this t...time?" I ask. "You mean the coachman? They have not rested yet, it is imperative that we keep on track," she tells me. I nod, but before I can reply Alina speaks again. "Actually you are right, we are going to need a break to change forms," she says thoughtfully. I blink at her questioningly, tilting my head slightly. "Change forms?" I ask. "Yes, we shades
A frosty chill blows over my body causing me to shiver. The cool air is filled with the sound of chattering people as we prepare to leave the Shadow Moore. I jump when I feel something touch my shoulder. Looking behind me I see Pyotr. His dark hair is tied neatly into a low ponytail. He's wearing a white tunic with a red vest tucked into black pants. Pyotr smiles at me, the moonlight glinting off his orange eyes makes them glow. "Are you ready, this will be the last time you can see your family for a while," he asks. I smile casting my eyes down. "I...I left once, I'm n-not afraid to d-do it again," I reply. Pyotr furrows his brows in confusion. "Do you count your kidnapping as leaving?" He questions. Lifting my gaze from the ground, I glance back up at Pyotr. "No, I-I don't count that. I l...left home shortly before I was t-taken," I tell him. "Well, hopefully, you can find some closure after your trip back home," he says. I sm
I have spent days adjusting to my new life at Shade Manor. Pyotr has been busy preparing to send the other humans back. So we've seen very little of each other, though he makes the effort to escort me to breakfast every morning. I would like to see more of Pyotr, but he is just so busy. I jolt when someone taps me on the shoulder. Turning to look behind me, my eyes meet Alexei's. He arches a brow while staring me down and I see his left ear twitch. "What has you so lost in thought?" He asks. "O-Oh, I was just t-thinking of Lord Pyotr. H...He's been quite busy lately hasn't h-he," I comment. Alexei rolls his eyes, moving his hand from my shoulder to fold his arms. "You want to know who else is quite busy...me. Now get back to work before I send you out of my ward. You are not much help sitting there spacing out," Alexei barks. I flinch at his harsh tone. Adverting my gaze I stare down at the bandages in front of me. "Sorry, I...I'll get back t
Clara My fingers tremble as I sort through the herbs the doctor told me to. The doctor stands next to me filling glass bottles with various medicines. His haunting white eyes drift over to me, watching as I work. His charcoal, white-clawed finger reaches out grabbing the feverfew in front of me. "If you mix the feverfew with lavender you can make a tea that helps with pain and inflammation," he tells. I look up at him my eyes meeting his eyes. He stares down at me from the bridge of his glasses. "Would y-you like me to start preparing the tea doctor?" I ask. "Alexei," he says. My face scrunches in confusion. "W-what?" I question. "My name is Alexei, not Doctor," he states. "Oh, m-my apologies Sir Alexei. Shall I get started on the t...tea?" I ask. "Yes, make sure you use the clean water in the tub over there," he tells me, pointing to a water basin. I nod and begin to prep the tea. My hands burn from small abrasions
I bid Alexei and Clara goodbye before heading back to my office. The long corridors of my mansion linger in silence. I sigh walking slowly through them. So many years have gone by and yet I have still barely achieved anything. I clench my fists together in frustration. My steady pace never slows as start to reach my office. Seeing the black oak door come into sight I stop, reaching out to open it. My fingers brush the cool metal handle as I push the door open crossing the threshold. Alina stands behind my desk chair waiting for me. Her eyes narrow as I step into the room. "It seems you took your time eating, master," eludes. "I showed Miss Clara around the mansion," I tell her. Alina brushes a hand through her hair, letting out a soft sigh. The moonlight filtering in through the window behind my desk dances across her charcoal skin. Moving to pull my chair out for me Alina speaks once more. "Are you sure it is a good idea to involve a hu
Pyotr My body relaxes into the hug after several seconds. My tense muscles begin to loosen. Clara rests her head on my shoulder, soft cries escape her lips. I rub my hand in a circular motion on her back. This is exactly why I need to stop Tatiana's group. So people like Clara are no longer hurt. Clara lifts her head from my shoulder, her grassy green eyes meet my own. I am caught by the beauty of her eyes. The green is deep like an endless field. Her thick lashes blink slowly releasing tears. I reach out smoothing Clara's wild red hair before standing up. I hold my hand out, helping to pull her to her feet. Reaching into my back pocket I pull out a handkerchief and hand it to her. Tentatively she reaches out her pale, boney fingers taking the handkerchief. I watch as she dries her blotchy face when the material. Her cheeks blushed red, as she stares at the floor. Her green eyes, hooded by her dark red lashes. I lean against the table, troubled over what
"I did not think they would use other humans as bait," Pyotr sighs. "I-I don't think the woman was human, s-she had red eyes," I tell him. Pyotr's face twists in disgust. Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. "You were attacked by a sire vampire," he explains. I furrow my brows together, tilting my head. "What is a sire vampire?" I ask. Pyotr tips his head upward, tapping his fingers on the table. His eyes meet mine then he looks away. "Blood Fae have many unique abilities, though some we are better off without. If a blood Fae bites another creature and injects them with venom. That Fae can turn that being into a sire vampire. Sire vampires are slaves to the blood Fae. Once turned they lose all free will, and cannot disobey an order from their sire," he explains. My blood chills, as a shiver runs through me. I stare down at my lap, twisting my fingers together. I never knew they could have such control over another being. How scary. "To have that kind of c
My teeth clench, the rancid cloth forcing its way down my throat. I take sharp breaths in through my nose as tears slide down my cheeks. I clench my fists in hopes of stopping my body from trembling. The cellar only becomes colder as the days go by. Darkness envelopes my entire being, making the cold room feel like an endless vortex. My ears are filled with the soft cries of the others trapped here. Their wailing voices make my skull pound. I shift my achy body so I'm sitting straighter causing the gravel floor to scrape across my flesh. Moaning at the sudden pain, I squeeze my eyes shut. I can't take this anymore. I must leave. Sitting up, I lean against the wall I feel behind me. I tug at the rope binding my hands. As I struggle to pull my hands free, the rope begins to rub my wrists, eating away at my tender flesh. Blood drips onto my hands but I continue to yank at the ropes. I let in a shaky breath, trying to push the pain away. Tugging like this isn't...
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