LexCastle Blackmoor is filled with activity as servants prepare the gardens for a party. People have been up early cooking food and decorating the gardens with balloons and streamers. Unlike their previous ruler I’m not prone to having trivial parties all year round. I try to avoid unnecessary expe
The food is prepared and ready to be served. On tables there are an array of snacks for the children such as chicken nuggets, little sandwiches, and crackers. Most of the tables are set up with goblets for blood, since that is mostly what we consume, but on a day like this, we will also celebrate wi
“I remember.”As a second son, my hand in marriage hadn’t been as coveted. My parents hadn’t bothered with getting me engaged for political purposes as a child. By the time my father died and Kane became the new king, he didn’t bother using me as a pawn that way. I have been grateful as I might have
CoitI’ve hunted lots of times either with my pack or alone. As a wolf shifter, it’s in my blood to do so. The selection of prey in Moon Grove is limited to small and mid-size prey. The largest thing I’ve hunted with my pack is a wild boar which is a rare occasion considering how tricky they can be
EmoryI’d just finished unpacking my final suitcase when Willow knocked on my bedroom door. I’d welcomed her in, and now, we’re seated at the small dining table in my suite. Helga has brought me a small lunch from the kitchens, consisting of thick steak sandwiches and a yogurt parfait for dessert. O
CoitAfter we bring the stag back to the house, Tommy and Scott are given the task of processing the meat so it can be eaten for dinner later. Lydia’s family doesn’t seem to care what we do in the few hours before dinner. She leads me upstairs to her bedroom which is very neat and organized.It’s ve
*Emory* My stomach is tight, like a fist, as I follow my parents up the walkway to the monstrosity of a stone fortress known as Castle Graystone. Lighting illuminates the sky overhead, which seems to fit perfectly with the scene, though it’s not raining—not yet anyway. Something tells me there’s ab
Emory “Take my daughter… to be a feeder.” My father’s words echo around the throne room as I stand behind him with my throat so constricted, I can hardly breathe, let alone speak. I can’t believe the words that have come from his mouth, and by the look on Vampire King Kane’s face, neither can he.