IS ANYONE ELSE FREAKING OUT?! I KNOW I AM
BRAN The words seemed to echo, bouncing off the walls of the room and coming to rest between them, daring him to move. To quit being a fucking coward and take the next step. But Bran stood right where he was, still unsure of everything. What were they doing?Most importantly, what was he doing? But he knew what he was doing, didn't he? He was finally admitting to this amazing woman that he didn't really hate her as much as he liked to make her believe. He was finally admitting that he felt something for her—something other than hate and anger and derision. Something that made his chest tighten every fucking time he looked at her. He wasn't sure what it was. He didn't want to put a name to it. But he had a sinking suspicion it came dangerously close to like. Because if he didn't hate her then that meant he liked her right? Even though he wasn't exactly there yet, but he was getting close. And if she continued showing him those little vulnerable bits of herself, he was going to di
MARIA"His Majesty said that you can go for a walk today if you want to."Maria stared open-mouthed at her maid, Olivia, finding it hard to believe the words that had just left her mouth. "A walk?""Yes," she nodded. "However, you can't extend past these walls, but the compound is huge and I believe you'll find more than enough room to stretch your legs."Maria still couldn't believe it. "I'm finally being let out of this room?" Disbelief and shock were obvious in her voice and she wouldn't be able to mask them even if she tried—which she didn't. "I don't believe it. Why would he let me out?""Maybe because there's still a collar around your neck? Where could you go?" Olivia deadpanned and Maria cut a glare her way. Mirth danced in the woman's eyes. "You're probably shocked because you haven't heard the last part yet—I and two other guards are going to accompany you."Still, Maria thought, it was a far cry from the literal captive she'd been as at yesterday. "It's still so strange t
MARIA Death. One word that evoked thousands of emotions in a person. How could it not when it was a thief that stole from people when they least expected it? When it robbed them of their friends and loved ones, plunging them into an eternal life where they would have to bear the loss of those people. Where they would have to think of them every single day, knowing that they would never see them anymore. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on Maria. Was it not just a week ago when she'd been praying for death to come for her because she was tired of living the way she did? And now death had come. But it wasn't for her. It had come for Bran. Okay, shit, she might be taking it too far. Bran wasn't dead. He was just terribly injured and unconscious and was currently being attended to in his room. But in that moment when she'd seen him so lifeless, his body pale up on the stretcher, his hands hanging limply by his sides, eyes shut, she'd thought that he was dead and cold, terrif
BRAN "Your wounds are not healing."Bran already knew that when he saw the grim look on the man's face, whatever he had to say couldn't be anything good so he wasn't particularly surprised when those words left the older man's mouth."Yes, that's actually why we requested for you," Corey piped in like a smart-ass but the look on his face was a serious one. Solemn. "The wounds are deep, yes, but they were stitched." Ezra, the physician, said, sounding like he was speaking to himself. "Even if they weren't stitched, they would have healed on their own but they're not healing. His leg isn't regenerating either."At the mention of it, Corey's eyes dropped to Bran's legs and a grimace flitted across his face. Bran fought against the urge to look, knowing that he would not like what he saw. It had been three days since the incident, three days since he'd been caught in a grenade explosion and yet, his injuries were still wide open, looking exactly like they'd been that day and his leg sti
BRAN "Who?" Both Bran and Corey asked at the same time. "The sorceress, of course," the oracle said, leveling a meaningful look at the both of them before turning to the door where Maria was standing. Bran, too, turned carefully towards her, ignoring the pain and instead, watching the expression on Maria's face to know how she was taking this. But she still wasn't looking at him—she kept her eyes on the oracle."Why exactly do we need her?" Corey asked and Bran turned to him, wondering if that was anger he'd heard in his friend's voice. The expression on Corey's face was carefully neutral. He didn't look like he was angry, but that didn't mean he actually wasn't angry. If he was, what reason did he have to be? Had Bran not explained to him already that Maria didn't intentionally kill his mate? "The hex was placed on him by a powerful sorceress and therefore, can only be removed by one equally as powerful.""You know who put the hex on him." It was a statement from Corey and not
MARIA I'm not going to take it off, Maria. Forget it.The words rang over and over in Maria's head even days after.She couldn't stop thinking about it, that little part of her that had thought Bran had been truly changing, unable to come to terms with the fact that he'd actually been able to look her in the face and say those words.He wasn't going to take the collar off. He was serious. She'd known before that Bran was stubborn but with that conversation, he'd unlocked a whole new level of stubbornness entirely. What person would consciously, in their right mind, pick dying over doing anything they could to help themselves? Bran, apparently, because that was exactly what he was doing. Maria had almost freaked out two days ago when the oracle had pointed at her and told her that she was the one that Bran needed. At first she'd been floored, terribly confused, and it wasn't until the oracle explained that Bran had been hexed by a sorceress, the Queen of Evil, that the words made s
MARIA "What have you done?" Corey appeared in her line of vision, his voice filled with horror and accusation. Maria couldn't get her mouth to move no matter how hard she tried. Her heart was racing in her chest, slamming against her ribcage. Her breaths were shallowing and her hands were shaking. What had she done? She'd recited the anti-mortality spell, hadn't she? He couldn't be dead. No, something had to be wrong.She stumbled a step forward just as Corey lurched forward and with narrowed eyes, watched for movement on Bran's chest. There were none. Next, he put his fingers on his pulse and with the way all the blood drained from his expression and his eyes widened, Maria knew that there was no pulse either. Bran was dead. She'd killed him. She'd killed the vampire king all over again. Was she cursed?Corey spun and faced her, black forking out over his eyes in anger, expression tight and arms bunched, taking a terrifying step forward. "What did you do to him?"Maria cower
BRAN “You called for me.” Bran’s eyes flitted to the oracle. Unlike the last time when she’d just appeared in the room like she owned the fucking place, she walked in this time, her obscenely long gown trailing a long line behind her. He turned his eyes to the cup in his hand and shook it, watching the red liquid swirl inside. “I did,” he told her and, in a flash, emptied the content of the cup in his mouth and slammed it down on the coffee table in front of him, rising. “Why didn’t you tell me that she’s my mate?” The room turned silent. So silent that if a pin were to drop to the ground, they would have been able to hear and locate the exact spot where it fell. It was a loaded silence, filled with unsaid words. Words that were going to change Bran’s life completely. If they hadn’t already. When Bran had woken up that day—after Maria had killed him and miraculously brought him back to life—an alien feeling of power had filled him. It had been almost too much for him to contain
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