The Wastelands (In The Middle Of Nowhere) Almira stood in the middle of nowhere, at the edge of the Cold Queen's marked territory staring at the Cold Queen laughing along with her family without care. A family that was never supposed to survive. Every time Almira saw Amber she could realize how unfair life was. The one who wasn't supposed to be born was flourishing with blessings. While the one who was supposed to have unmatchable powers was imprisoned by a curse she couldn't break through. Almira raised her trembling hands in front of her face, her wrinkled hands could not stop shaking. 'For how long until this body will perish too like the ones before this had?' The voice inside her head whispered making Almira swallow hard. A lone tear escaped from her eyes, falling on the poisonous snow beneath her feet. Almira the Royal one~ The Goddess of Nature's daughter, imprisoned in a mortal body. An immortal soul trapped in a mortal's body~ Her mother was a Goddess yet she won't he
"What do you think?" Vladimir asked as he stood there thrumming with uncertainty. "So you are saying this is my room?" Esmeray inquired with an arched brow. "Yes and if you don't like anything you can change it in this chamber and even in the castle. It's now your home. You can do anything you seem to like." Rubbing the back of his neck, Vladimir gave her a nervous smile which was a new sight. During the time she had lived with Vladimir, he had been many things but nervousness wasn't one of them. He was cold, aggressive, manipulative, blunt, and nasty yet anxious wasn't one of them. She was his bride and the way Esmeray had found him crying for a bride he had never met, had made Esmeray long to be his woman. She had thought the first thing Vlad would do after finding his bride was to put his mark on her in a sexily barbaric manner like Vampires usually did. But he acted totally out of character with her. During their tour of the castle out of the corner of her eyes she saw him tryi
The Sacred Land of Witches. ? Rivers and roadsRivers and roadsRivers 'til I reach you A year from now, we'll all be goneAll our friends will move awayAnd they're goin' to better placesBut our friends will be gone away Nothin' is as it has beenAnd I miss your face like hellAnd I guess it's just as wellBut I miss your face like hell Been talkin' 'bout the way things changeAnd my--- ? "Change is better." The man's hand halted at the guitar's strings, his body stiffened at the familiar voice. "I would appreciate it if you leave Maeve." Lebbeus said while staring down at his guitar, his blood-red orbs not meeting Maeve's gaze. The crowd gathered at the edge of the yard giggled at the Wizard of Hearts' remark. Maeve stared at Lebbeus's admirer, a crowd of young witches who were sitting at the edge of his yard. The young witches would even sell their souls to the devil to match their core power with Lebbeus only if he gazed at them once. "Why is it so hard for everyone to u
The Vampire Kingdom Esmeray was losing her mind. Yes. That was it. The cupcake-loving bastard's overly sweetness was poisoning her mind. For the love of everything holy, Esmeray couldn't even get a little kiss out of him no matter how much she pushed. As if that wasn't pure torture, it amazed her that Vladimir could go to any lengths to avoid her touch as if her touch was going to burn him before marriage. And to top, all this pile of torture Vladimir wouldn't even flirt with her. Like how ludicrous was that! She never knew that Vampires were this religious. Esmeray was surprised to find that she didn't like this new side of the Vampire King, this overly gentle side of him that was treating her like she was made of glass and would break any moment. She was amazed that how the title of his bride had made Vlad change the way he acted around her. It had been all fun and games in the first few days since she came back to his Castle. She had fun toying with this charming Vampire w
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