BRAN One look at the man’s face and Edgar already knew what had happened.It was so easy to guess.Maria’s previous form had been striking, but she had not been beautiful, nor had she been she attractive. With her new form however, all a man had to do was look at her and he would get hard as a pike. And that was exactly why Bran had put Edgar in charge of delivering her meals or pretty much anything that had to do with her. Not only was Edgar the most controlled man Bran had ever met, he would also a good man. He would never touch a woman without her consent.That goodness was exactly what had carried Edgar into the throne room, pulling him back away from his uncle, whom he had been just a few seconds away from killing.When the rage had evaporated and he could think clearly, Bran grudgingly admitted to himself that he was grateful Edgar had stopped him. He already had enough on his plate. Adding the death of his uncle by his hands on top of all that might just push him over the edge
MARIA Shivers racked her body and she curved more on the cot, folding into herself as if it could provide more warmth to her icy cold body.She had her hands wrapped around herself as she shook, her teeth gnashing against each other. Tremors racked her frame and as the next wave hit her, she held stiff, hoping that it would fend off the shaking, but all it did was worsen and when the next wave hit her, she whimpered.Maria didn’t know how it was possible for her to feel both hot and cold at the same time, but that was what she was feeling right now.Where her hand touched her skin, it burned her like she had put her hand directly into hot water. And yet she felt cold. So cold that she wished the small window in the room would suddenly disappear and she would be wrapped in complete heat.She wanted to cry because there was no blanket or piece of clothing for her to cover herself with. She couldn’t even think about using her cloak because the damn thing was on a pile on the floor, cove
MARIA Surely, she had not heard him correctly.“What?” She asked, expecting him to say something totally different. Her ears had probably decided to play tricks on her, or perhaps the fever had affected them.Was that possible?“You’ll be spending the night here.” He repeated, pushing away from the doorframe and taking several steps towards her. “The same for the next couple of nights until the physician thinks it’s safe for you to go back.”Oh.Her eyes darted to Edgar, who was walking into what looked like a closet. “There was a physician?”“Yes. He thinks your cell should be cleaned and aired before you go back in there.” Her captor said with a stoic expression, standing with his legs planted wide in a stance so blatantly male that she was left with no choice but to ogle him. “It is being cleaned as we speak, but seeing as the room isn’t very… open, it might take a while, which is why you wouldn’t be going there until later this week.”So he was letting her stay in this room for t
MARIA “What are you doing here?” It was the second time she was asking him that question and like the first time, he ignored her, staring at her with a blank expression that somehow managed to make her feel like she had done something wrong. She really didn’t know what his issue was. He’d come into the room, took one look at her, stormed outside, then stormed back into the room, parked his ass on the bedside table and proceeded to stare at her with that eerily blank expression. He was really starting to creep her out. There was something seriously wrong with the man. She didn’t know how he could stare at her and then pretend that he wasn’t hearing a single thing she was saying. The physician that he’d spoken about never showed up and she didn’t know why. She didn’t bother to ask because she already felt loads better than she did yesterday and gods, she couldn’t explain what it felt like to sleep in an actual bed after so long. It had been surreal. She’d slept like a baby throug
MARIA She took longer in the closet than she should have and that was because after wearing her clothes—another sundress, but this one was shorter—she stayed in there for a bit, trying to calm herself and get over the humiliation of the rejection she’d just faced.She knew that he wanted her—at least he had wanted that kiss. She had seen it in his eyes, but then it was like it disappeared the next moment and instead of pulling her to him, he was pushing her away. Of all the things he’d done, that was perhaps the worst thing he had ever done to her.How ever was she going to face him?Well, with her head held high and her shoulders shoved back because she had stalled long enough in here and it was only a matter of time before he came in here and hauled her ass out. He wouldn’t even care if she was naked. The man was that cruel.Now, if only she had her powers, she would have easily woven a glamour over her face. The look would be one of nonchalance, one so perfect that it would have hi
BRAN Bran shot out of his throne seat, lunging towards Maria as if he could break her fall and catch her before she hit the ground, but she was already on the ground. He’d been too angry to notice the way her eyes were fluttering and the red haze that covered his vision had stopped him from catching the little movement where she swayed on her feet.He turned accusing eyes on the oracle. “What the fuck did you do to her?”“Watch your tone,” The oracle warned, her creepy eyes flashing in what he assumed was anger. “I didn’t do anything. You were sitting right here.”That was true. He had been sitting right there and the oracle had not touched Maris. But it didn’t mean she had not done anything to her. Why else had Maria fainted?“Then what happened?” He wondered out loud.“I don’t know. She looks a bit pale.” The oracle drew closer, her head tilted appraisingly and a curious look on her fcae. She stopped when she was just in front of him where he was crouched in front of Maria, then sh
BRAN Bran never thought the day would come when he would witness the castle under attack.The vampires didn’t have much enemies and even the few they had wouldn’t dare launch an attack on the king’s house directly. Bran was known far and wide for his ruthlessness and unforgiving nature—people knew better than to cross him. At least smart people did.But perhaps he had underestimated Ariti.Other than the sorcerer messenger he’d sent to strike the exchange deal with him—the one Bran had refused—, he hadn’t shown any interest in getting his daughter back.Until now.Bran was in the throne room having a discussion with the commander of his army when one of his men had rushed in, gasping and shaking with fear.“What is it?” The commander asked, sitting taller, every fibre of his being now at alert.Bran watched silently. He was now at alert too, but he didn’t show any reaction to the man’s sudden presence. No one would dare burst into the room in such manner if what they wanted to say wa
MARIA She staggered, dizzy rom the tracing. Her vision was blurry and she held on to her captor’s arm for a few moments longer, before she could finally see well, then she let him go.She pointedly ignored his gaze because she knew that if she looked at him, she would probably see eyes full of anger.When she looked around, she saw that they were in the middle of a forest. Right I the middle of a forest. Was that his intention or had they somehow landed here by mistake?“What is this place?” She asked when she finally turned to him. “What are we doing here?”He didn’t answer her, as she had expected. He merely looked at her then looked away, sweeping his eyes across the thick masses of trees as if he was searching for something.The path where they were standing was a thin one, as if it had been cleared specifically for just one person to pass through. And he’d traced here, which meant that he had been here before. For what reason? She didn’t know, and she was not sure that she was i
I honestly do not know how to react properly to the fact that I just completed this book, but I am going to try my possible best and bring out all the words that are stuck in my heart. The Vampire King's Captive, Bran and Maria's story, has come to an end and I have never been more reluctant to let my characters go. Seriously, I found myself sitting in front of my laptop about to start writing in Maria's POV only for me to remember that I'm already done with the book. 😭I. Was. In. Pain. I have written about three books and this is the only one that I found hard to let go. I guess I'll just have to settle for re-reading their story and seeing bits of them in the next story in this series.Yes, you heard that right. It's going to be a series but whether you're going to keep reading depends on how much you want to get to know the characters(I really hope you read). The next book in the series is Corey and his mate's story, and the last book is Iris' story. I honestly cannot wait. I c
ONE MONTH LATERMARIA"Put the head in.""Bob your head faster.""Squeeze it—yeah, just like that."Flattening her tongue along the underside of Bran's cock, Maria watched his hands clench into fists, lost in the throes of pleasure and pain, his face contorted to match the emotions. In broad daylight when they both had things to be doing, such as Maria learning her new duties as a queen and Bran who was supposed to be having a meeting with his most trusted advisors, they had both snuck off into their room, wanting to take the edge off. One would think that with how hot their passion was, it would burn out quickly, but instead, it was like the more they had each other, the more insatiable they became for one another, seeking each other out during the day to get the most intense parts of their desires off before they would meet at night. But then again, maybe it was because they rarely saw each other during the day lately.Right now, he was leaning against the door shirtless, with je
BRAN Bran wasn't going to lie. When he'd walked into that crowd, he'd gone in with a plan B because he knew that he had wronged Maria terribly and the chances of her forgiving him—or even listening to him—were very slim. With his heart in his throat, he'd poured out his feelings, baring the contents of his soul in the words he'd spoken to her. He'd gone against everything he'd learnt and knew, using his words instead of his actions to show her how he felt. He had put everything on the line, professing his love out in the open for his people to hear, knowing fully well the risks behind it—knowing that she could refuse him and that the shame would have destroyed him, along with the pain.The news of what he'd done would no doubt travel far and wide across all realms, but he'd been prepared for it. As he had been prepared for the disappointment he would feel if she'd refused him. His plan B, had she refused him, was for him to tuck his tail between his legs and return back to his cast
MARIA"Don't go," The object of her suffering called out, his voice low and broken, filled with longing, want and all the things Maria couldn't bear to hear right now but wanted to hear still. "Please."Maria stopped, hyper aware that they were in the middle of a crowd and that everyone was looking at them. She wanted to run away from the onslaught of emotions that she was feeling, but a greater part of her wanted to stay, to go to the one man who could make her feel whole again. "Please," Iris added, weakening Maria's already tenacious grip on resolve. She felt betrayed that Iris had pulled such a move on her but deep down, Maria knew why she had done it and that was the only thing stopping her from feeling real anger towards Iris. Maria stopped but she didn't turn back around for fear of what she would do if she faced Bran again. She couldn't bear seeing him hurt and not go to him. Even with her back to him, she knew that he had walked closer to her. She was just that in tune to
MARIA "Why are you dressed like that?" It was the day for Iris' welcome party, and the host, currently standing on Maria's doorstep, was wearing a simple straight gown that reached her ankles. "What's wrong with my gown?" Iris frowned, pulling the material away from her body to examine it. "There's nothing wrong with it except for that fact that it's too casual to wear for your own party, don't you think?" Maria subtly stepped out of the way, making space for Iris to pass but she kept her feet firmly planted on the mat. "Oh," Realization flicked across her features and she waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about that. I'll change once I get to the castle. There's time."Maria nodded, now understanding why she was wearing that gown. She had probably showed up like this because she didn't want her gown to get rumpled or stained while coming here. Still, Maria hedged. "Do you want to come inside for a few minutes before we go?" Her eyes flicked to the car sitting in the drive
MARIAWe need a cook, Maria thought as she stirred the mixture in the bowl while fetching pans from the rack on the wall at the same time with her powers. Over the past few days, she had taken on the task of hiring a live-in maid, a cleaner that would come every two days and gardener, but she hadn't employed a cook yet. She had not been allowed into the kitchen when she was younger and therefore didn't know how to prepare a decent meal, so for the past three days—because while heartbreak couldn't kill her, she could very well die of hunger—she had taken up the task of cooking. To save her time, all she would have to do was envision the meal she wanted and it would appear in front of her, but she had recently come to see how important a cook was. She wanted to learn how to make at least a few meals and it didn't hurt to learn with a cookbook. That was what she'd been doing for the past three days anyway, and the meals had come out okay—most of the time. The doorbell rang through th
BRAN "If you value what is left of your miserable fucking life, you will tell me where my sister is right now."Bran might as well be talking to himself because there was no sign on the man's face to show that he'd just heard what Bran said. His eyes remained completely shut and his face, blank. Making a fist, Bran reared his hand back and sent his fist flying into the man's face, getting him right in his nose. The asshole jerked from the impact and groaned, his hands flying to his face to cradle his broken bone, confirming Bran's suspicions that the man actually was alive but was just pretending that he wasn't so that Bran would think him dead and abandon him. This was the man that had betrayed him. The man that had given confidential information to Ariti. The man that had indirectly contributed to him losing Maria. At the thought, his heart gave a sharp throb and an ache started at the back of his right eye. Hating the man even more for what he had caused him, Bran sent two mor
MARIA She searched all the rooms in the house, even went down to the dungeons to check but she still couldn't find who she was looking for.Then she came face to face with the door to the room she wasn't sure she wanted to enter. It's huge black mahogany door taunted her, daring her to push it open. To step into the room that she had not entered since she was a child. A room that was no doubt still filled with the presence of her late father. But she shouldn't be scared, should she? She was the Queen of Sorceri, and with every second that passed, the thought started to solidify in her mind. With a wave of her hand, she sent the door flying back and she stormed in, her eyes sweeping the dark walls of the room where a single portrait of Ariti hung. Her powers had the frame crashing to the ground face-down. The man in the picture was dead. It was fitting that the picture should be destroyed too.Her eyes searching the room, she saw a door behind a shelf. The shelf obstructed the door
MARIA"You must have done the calculations already, but just incase, I'll do it for you. Your sister is the female vampire from a royal bloodline and Maria, my clueless daughter here, is the Queen of Sorceri."After those words, Maria heard nothing else. It was like her ability to hear dissapeared and she could only think. Feel. What did her father just say? She was the Queen of Sorceri?How was that even possible? The Queen of Sorceri was basically the most powerful sorceress amongst the Sorceri and if she was that creature, then she was the most powerful sorceress in the worlds. But how could that be? She had never felt weaker than she did right now. And to think that her own father wanted to offer her as a sacrifice just to get his powers back. After using her to do all his evil work, he was going to kill her? Was she so worthless to him?Tears slid down her cheek continuously but no sound came out of her mouth. She was too astonished by everything she'd learnt today. First, fi