Vampires, I'd never seen one up close before. That is, until one tried to kill me. But he saved me, the Reaver Raphael. I know I'm only Human, but the more I learn of him, the more intrigued I become. He scares me, much more than I'd ever admit. My instincts scream at me to run. I know he's one of the four brothers who control the Underworld. I know he kills people without warning or trigger. I know the other Supernaturals fear him, and I know what he says goes… period. Yet, I find myself drawn to him, my fear tempered by a morbid curiosity. Being around someone as powerful as Raphael is daunting, yet every time I'm near him, I feel a swarm of butterflies in my stomach. But I'm aware of the danger. I've studied the Reavers, and I know their charm is designed to lure you in. Raphael doesn't even have to try… he exudes an effortless allure that draws me, and everyone else, to him. I know I should run, I want to run. But I'm frozen in place, and the warning signs only seem to heighten the allure. I've danced with danger for too long, but playing with fire has never felt so satisfying. That was, until I woke up in a strange place, surrounded by an unsettling array of supernatural creatures. Reality hit me like a slap in the face. And it's in this moment that I regret ever pursuing the man in the silver suit, who meets me in the diner... I've read enough love stories to know that love could be a fatal flaw, or a mans greatest strength. Could I be his? Or would our love become a fatal collision course from which neither of us would escape?
Lihat lebih banyake finally broke apart, gasping for air as we gazed into each other's eyes. I took a moment to simply drink in the beauty of the woman before me, my heart swelling with emotion. How did I, a creature of the night, deserve such a radiant and loving soul? I felt like the luckiest being alive. As I basked in the warmth of our connection, I knew this was the perfect moment to ask my next question. "Okay, one last question," I began, but before I could continue, Roxy's voice cut through the air, her words spilling out in a rush. "I actually have a question for you," Roxy said, a hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh?" I replied, my curiosity piqued. Roxy's smile grew, and she asked, "When are you going to mark me?" I was taken aback, my mind reeling in surprise. This was the very question I had been about to ask her. I shouldn't have been shocked, though, Roxy had done her research, pouring over ancient texts and gathering knowledge for her com
I rowed us beneath the sweeping branches of the willow tree, the leaves whispering softly above us as we glided into a secluded, tranquil alcove. This was my sanctuary, a place where I often came to collect my thoughts and calm my mind. I let the boat drift, and we floated in silence, the only sound the gentle lapping of the water against the hull. The moment seemed suspended, and I knew it was now or never to ask the question that had been weighing on my mind. I gazed into Roxy's eyes, my tone solemn and sincere. "You know I would never pressure you into something you're not comfortable with, don't you?" I asked, seeking reassurance that she trusted me implicitly. Roxy's expression faltered, confusion etching her beautiful features as she searched my face for clues. "Of course, I know that," she replied, her voice steady and confident, dispelling any doubts I may have had. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. "Given everything that's happened ov
As I mentioned Roxy's name, I caught a fleeting glimpse of Haven's expression hardening, her eyes flashing with a momentary glint of anger. But I didn't give it much thought, simply offering her a casual farewell. "Bye, Haven," I said, waving briefly before materializing back to Roxy's side. She was standing with Jerome, looking poised and ready to leave. I felt a flicker of confusion… I didn't remember bringing her here, but maybe I had done it out of caution? Yet, why would I have been worried about visiting Ramses with Roxy by my side? I pushed the uncertainty aside, focusing on Roxy's expectant gaze. She seemed ready to move, and I fell into step beside her, letting my concerns fade into the background. I turned to Jerome and the other warriors, offering them a nod of gratitude. "Thank you," I said, my gaze sweeping over the group. Jerome's expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I take it the threat has been neutralized?" he asked. I felt a jolt of conf
I watched in horror, frozen in place, as The Shadows enveloped Layna, their dark tendrils slicing through her body with ruthless efficiency. They drained her of every last drop of blood, their malevolent presence seeming to revel in her agony. Her screams echoed through the cell, a haunting, soul-shattering sound that left me feeling shattered and guilty. I had never witnessed The Shadows claim a life before, and the brutality of it was staggering. The sheer horror of what I was witnessing left me reeling, my mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of Layna's sacrifice. She had chosen this path, had willingly offered herself up to The Shadows as a gesture of gratitude, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I didn't deserve such a sacrifice. Her actions seemed to imply that I had done something worthy of such a profound thank you, but I knew better. I knew that I didn't merit this kind of devotion, and that realization only added to the weight of my guilt. Layna's words
A sense of foreboding settled in the pit of my stomach as I gazed at Haven's enraged form. It was clear that she was seething with a deep-seated anger, and I had a sinking feeling that I was, again, about to become the focal point of her ire. Haven's finger shot out, accusingly pointing at Roxy as she spat out her words. "Why, Raphael? Why her?" The venom in her voice was palpable, and I could feel the weight of her resentment bearing down upon me. I sighed inwardly, a sense of weary frustration washing over me. "Oh, my god, Haven, we are not doing this again," I retorted, my voice firm but laced with a hint of exasperation. Incredulity warred with annoyance within me as I struggled to comprehend the depths of Haven's petty jealousy. Could it really be that this entire, catastrophic mess had been spawned by her own insecurities? The thought was almost laughable, if it weren't so infuriating. Get the fuck over it, I mentally seethed, my frustration simmering just below the s
My gaze lingered on Roxy, and I knew that leaving her with Jerome would ensure her safety. I trusted him implicitly, and this was the most logical decision. Yet, as our eyes met, I sensed a flicker of understanding, as if she knew I was contemplating leaving her behind. Her silence was unnerving, and I couldn't discern whether it was the magic's influence or her own reservations. I gently cradled her face in my hand, my voice low and soothing. "If I take you with me, you'll witness things that will haunt you. I'm sorry, but I won't spare any of them. They can’t be allowed to live, not a single one." I watched as a maelstrom of emotions swirled in her brown eyes, a silent struggle between her Human sensibilities and the harsh realities of the Underworld. It was a battle she couldn't win, for in my world, the rules of mortality didn't apply. Her eyes seemed to plead with me, yet simultaneously acknowledge the inevitability of my actions. I wished for more time to explain the
I languished in my own despair, lost in a sea of regret and self-recrimination, until the passage of time became distorted, stretching into an eternity. It was only when I glanced down at Roxy's arm, noticing that the cut had vanished, leaving behind unblemished skin, that I was jolted back to reality. I focused my Vampire senses, straining to detect the faintest whisper of a heartbeat, but there was only silence. Yet, the fact that she was healing was a beacon of hope, a reassuring sign that her revival was imminent. A wave of relief washed over me, bringing with it a sense of tentative optimism. However, the prolonged duration of her revival puzzled me, sparking a nagging question: did the distance from the Land of the Dead impact the speed of the revival process? The uncertainty lingered, a persistent shadow in my mind. In hindsight, I probably should have returned her to the familiarity of our home, but I hesitated, fearing that the sudden change of environment might sta
The shock etched on Layna's face was almost comical, and I couldn't help but be amused by her reaction. With a final, lingering glance, I materialized outside her cell, leaving her to ponder our exchange. "I'll be back," I called out, my voice low and smooth. "As you're aware, I still require your... assistance. Let's just say it would be prudent for your intel to prove accurate, little Necromancer." My parting words were laced with a subtle warning, and I could sense a shiver run down her spine. With that, I vanished, rematerializing in Jerome's office. I instantly established a mental link with my men, conveying the details of my encounter with Layna and issuing orders to assemble our troops. We possessed various methods to disrupt magic, and we would employ every trick in the book to ensure our mission's success. I briefed Jerome and his men on the intel I'd gathered, and he swiftly relayed the information to his own team through a mental link. Our plan was taking shape:
~(Raphael)Roxy's demeanor this morning was off, a subdued quietude that seemed out of character. I attributed it to our passionate encounter the night before, wondering if perhaps I had pushed her too far, too fast. She hadn't complained, of course, her words still echoed in my mind, "that was Incredible," she had whispered. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I might have overwhelmed her. The bite, in particular, weighed on my conscience. I had acted on instinct, unable to restrain myself, but I knew it might have been too much for a Human to process. I longed to ask her about it, to gauge her emotions and reassure her, but I hesitated. Her newfound Risen state made her vulnerable, and I knew she struggled to express herself freely. I decided to wait, to give her space, and hope that she would open up to me when the time was right. Frustration simmered within me, a lingering resentment from my last encounter with the Necromancer. I had hoped she would yield some crucial
I could tell you the exact moment my entire life took quite the turn for the worse. It was January 13th, 1840. She was 92 years old. Time seemed to stand still as I cradled her fragile form, the weight of years and memories settling upon me like a gentle mist. My fingers moved with a soothing slowness, tenderly combing through the now silver and gray curls that cascaded down her back like a river of moonlight. The softness of her hair, the delicate curve of her neck, and the faint scent of age and wisdom all blended together to create a sense of profound intimacy, a feeling of being connected to this precious, vulnerable soul in a way that transcended words. The delicate, glittering lines of the infinity symbol seemed to shimmer and dance beneath my fingertips as I traced their intricate path along her skin. The mark, with its dainty filigree and subtle sparkle, was a thing of beauty, yet it was also a potent reminder of the bond between us, its power physically inscribed u...
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