Laying in his bed was pure agony with his bride being so close. Vladimir's lips curved a little when he heard her turning sides in her bed while making cute little noises of annoyance, from the past weeks he had noticed that she did that a lot. At least he wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep. Sighing heavily he rubbed his hands roughly down his face. All he wanted to do was to rip that damn door open, pull his bride in his arms and kiss her until one of them passed out. But Vladimir couldn't. There was too much history standing between them. And Esmeray was too young to understand his reasonings. She was too young to understand how shamelessly selfish Vladimir could be where she was concerned. His bride was an angel she wouldn't understand why Vladimir betrayed his allies for joy, why he tested his subjects with the temptation of power, why he was called a cunning bastard by everyone. She won't understand why he was known for loving himself and his throne above everything. It
Vladimir stared at his bride like a creep. With her eyes closed her platinum-white lashes were casting a shadow on her cheeks. Her appearance was so unique just like her bloodline. He traced the corner of her eye with his thumb, the eyes he was so obsessed with. Vladimir smiled as her soft snores echoed in the silent room. Esmeray had fallen asleep an hour ago. And since then Vladimir had been staring at her trying to imprint her in his memory. He didn't know why but he was having this quelled feeling of a nearing end. A feeling of this life he was trying to create crumbling to the ground. The feeling was grasping Vladimir's heart like a frost glove and if that wasn't enough his instinct won't stop nagging at him. An unfamiliar feeling of fear was wrapped around his throat like a noose. It made it hard for him to breathe with the constant fear of losing his bride again but this time because of all the things he was keeping from her. For how till she finds out what he had done? Sh
The Room was thrumming with a dark aura filled with tension and fraying nerves of the Vampire Council and the King's elite warriors who had foolishly formed an alliance with the Leader of the Vampire Council. Vampires were cold-blooded beings yet the Vampire Council and their allies were sweating as whores in church. And who wouldn't when two bloodline Vampires were sitting on opposite ends of the long dining table facing each other with resembling indifferent looks. Neither of them looked eager to break the silence that was making it hard for the others present in the hall to swallow. And if that was not enough to wreck everyone's nerves the Vampire King for the first time in the last eighteen years was wearing his Royal Crown. Nobody knew why King Vladimir had stopped wearing it in the first place and they certainly didn't know why the King had decided that today was the perfect day to start wearing it again. Even the creepy sadist Council Leader seemed to be on edge as he regar
With a smile, Esmeray placed the cute Princess tiara on her head which she had received along with the invitation to the dinner held in the Vampire Queen's honour. The tiara's design was floral and embedded with diamonds that were mounted in silver. Which wasn't to her liking. She was more of a Red Gold girl. Esmeray made a mental note to ask Raziel to make her a floral tiara out of Dragon Gold. Raziel was the best in the craft. If wasn't been born a wizard he would have been a Goldsmith. Shaking off her thoughts Esmeray took a deep breath as she smoothed a hand over her black silk dress that reached just below her knees. Its straps were made of a diamond-embedded round chain that made a cross behind her back. She was wearing black lace gloves to hide the scars on her hands. To match her outfit she had picked black stilettos that added a few inches to her height. Esmeray was kind of nervous because she hadn't seen Vladimir in hours. When she woke up he had told her to rest tonight
'Only A Fool Will Challenge An Oracle's Prediction.' "A sorcerer putting a ring on my cousin?" Throwing his head back Igor let out a throaty laugh again. Esmeray stood there soaking in Igor Orlov's statement. Cousins? He was Vladimir's Cousin? Why didn't Vladimir tell her before? But then again Esmeray had never asked him about his family mostly because she was afraid that if she asked him then she will have to share about her family too. And family was a subject Esmeray yearned to bury in her past along with the persistent nightmares that plagued her mind. Up close she could see that Igor had the same green eyes as Vladimir but a shade lighter but besides that, there was nothing familiar between them. Igor was a giant who had a warning written on his forehead in a neon color that the man could break you like a bloody stick if you even dare to greet him. He seemed like a man who ate cute puppies for breakfast. He had a strong jaw hidden behind the veil of a light beard. His nos
~Fairytales weren't meant for monsters.~ The silence in the hall was deafening as everyone tried to see if this was an elaborate joke. It was hard to consider that Esmeray and the witch who had kidnapped the King from the RoyalBall were the same woman. "You are just jealous that I can be a better Queen than you." The stupid brat spat losing her innocent act. Just like her father she did not know when to keep her mouth shut. "Me? The jealous type?" Esmeray gasped dramatically her hand flying to her heart in horror before she admitted with a proud grin. "Absolutely, yes." Leaning down she came nose to nose with Lady Sophia. "I belong to the finest breed of manic territorial women" Esmeray's words should be enough to unnerve any sane person but Lady Sophia was too entitled to apprehend the shimmering rage behind those softly spoken words. "My King's interest in me makes you envious. You might have enchanted him but deep down you know you will always be an outsider, a freak. The Vam
Relief flushed through her the moment Esmeray reached her room. The first thing she did was close the doors before sitting on her bed and going through the Royal Decree that had created such a fuss. The sender's name didn't go unnoticed by her. The summon was issued by her parent's Queendom. Esmeray had a feeling that the reasons for the summon were purposely kept unknown. Seven freaking Monarchs were going to assemble with their armies and successors to a place marked as Neutral Grounds. But Why? Gatherings like these were usually held under a war-like situation. But if there was an upcoming war in the supernatural world then it won't have gone unnoticed by Raziel and Amell. Instinctively the first name in the Decree that caught her attention was the Demon King. Demon King the twisted fucker who was better left in the dark. Even the mention of his name was creepy enough to make Esmeray shudder. But she will deal with him later first she had to find out why the King of Dragons A
"You did this to him?" Amell frowned as he poked his finger into the side of Vladimir's face as if the Vampire was a weird specimen. "Is he dead?" "Can't you say something nice!" Esmeray grumbled swatting his hand away from her poor future husband's face. "I am already freaking out. He proposed to me last night. He can't just randomly decide to die after announcing that we are getting married in two days." "You messed him up pretty bad. Look at all the dried blood around his ears, not to mention his blue lips and the ugly dark circles under his eyes. I won't blame him if he threw your jinx arse out of his castle after waking up." "Amell!" Esmeray growled at the brat determine to drive her crazy. She was positive if Amell did not stop testing her patience she will be so close to committing some kind of bodily violence. "It's alright I know you are stressed." Amell sighed sadly before giving her shoulder a gentle sympathetic squeeze. "But for what it is worth remember if the King di