2 hours before “As away, love. What do you want to know first?” Vadim leaned back on the bed. “Everything. Like? All I know about werewolves is the stories or movies I watched.” “Well, werewolves are the creature of the night. Like vampires, they are active at night but only when the moon is at present they can hone its energy and shift.” “Do they require full moon to be... I don’t know, all furry?” Vadim chuckled. “Actually, yes. The furry part at least but their supernatural strength will still be present. Not as strong when they are in their physical wolf form but it is still important for one to be cautious of it. It’s their wild, savagery, beastly blood lust, and drive to shred anything in their path to pieces that made them terrifying creatures. Vampires are strong but during the full moon, it’s best if we avoid them. But for blue blood like me, killing them i
Meetings and visits ended till 8 pm and Vadim almost loses his patient having to deal with even the smallest issues that the elders themselves can handle. Of course, only a few elders took his side after all were forced to decide which brother they wish to serves. He remembered how most, out of 10, 6 chose Armand while 4 remains, despite knowing his brother had killed their parents. Vadim could almost break each of their necks but of course, his damn brother had protected these fools and made sure he and his supporters would find solace in their mother’s estate. When he became king, he will make sure that all he does is enjoy his time as king and spend his days with his new bride. Oh Rosa Just the thought of her wearing his m
Status: Unedited but complete “What are we doing here?” Rosa had to speak a little louder to Ayara’s ear as she finds themselves in the middle of the tavern on the outskirts of the town border. The room itself was a wooden interior with a yellow light that resembles a lot of pubs in Vacherie. People around her were dancing, drinking like there was no tomorrow and she can’t help but enjoy the scenery with everyone wearing some sort of a Halloween outfit. A woman was wearing slutty cat costume, a guy in a Frankenstein monster mask, beautiful blondes in angel wings, buff men in lumberjack outfits (though both Vadim and Armand look ten times better than any of them), and many more. Fitting in with the crowds, Rosa was forced by Ayara to wear a red cloak over her white, straight neckline, gathered bodice with a tiered midi skirt, and a side slit to resemble a red riding hood. Ayara herself wore a sheer lace bodysuit and leather jeans. Her long bra
Armand soldier stood around Vadim’s convoy. All five of them but Armand know not to underestimate this small power. 3 out of 5 was an ancient who had fought alongside their parents while the other two are a well-known assassin in the kingdom. Not even 100 soldiers could defeat them at the same time so as much as he was pissed that his bastard of a brother just burst into his room, into his castle-like he owns the fucking place, he knows that he must calm down and allow perhaps a tad of anger just to show Vadim that his presence are not welcome. “You are not welcome here, bastard.” Armand gritted through his teeth. Vadim looks untethered. Hands holding on to his sword unshaken despite knife silver knife that could do serious damage was only an inch away from his neck. Not to mention archers already aiming at him with gunmen ready to blow their brains out as soon as Armand gave his signals. “Same mother, asshole. Now, where the hell is Ayara? Hell, where the hell is my woman?” Arma
The tall man wearing a grey turtleneck sweater with thick white fur coats l and dark pants that reach just below his knees stood hidden among the trees in the forest. His eyes were glowing I'm the dark and the piercing golden gaze made any animals in his path scram for their safety. His lips were closed but his throat emits a deep growl. His men behind who wore almost similar to him though a little less luxurious, a clear give away that the men standing in front and middle of them is the leader. "I smell leeches." The man with a buzz cut spoke. " Our turf? They should know better..." The other one replied. The leader with thick wavy brown hair grin and made a slightly rugged purr. "Calm, boys. It's only one one of them and it smells like ... sweet." The one on his left approached with a surprised look. "Female? Here?" The leader nodded. " Must be a rebellious one, this creature. Odd the men have left her all
Screams of terror echo outside and stomping from customers leaving the club can be heard as fat as Jack's room. Rosa's heart was beating against her chest. The werewolves are coming and if they find out who she was, God knows what could happen. Hell, God knows what would happen to her and Ayara because she can see no matter how Ayara tries to act tough, the sweat on her forehead and her hand that was holding a gun she had just pulled from her back shivers uncontrollably. Wait, what? Rosa pulls her shoulder back so they would be face to face with each other. "When did you bring a gun with you?" "I always have a gun with me." She replied as she pants for air. "When you're a woman and living in a place like this, a dagger is not enough. Let alone carrying a sword around town. It's the best I could do." Ayara replied. Poor woman. Even as an immortal she fears for her life just like the woman in her country.
Ayara tried to run faster with Rosa on her back and when they are in the garden, almost reaching the maze, Rosa lost her breath when both of them were attacked hard. A body so furry and huge and absolutely heavy knock them down and both Ayara and Rosa were separated as they slammed to the ground. Unfortunately for Ayara, she slammed on a huge plant vase and the heavy object smashed onto the ground with poor Ayara lying on the dirt and flowers. "Ayara!" Rosa yelled her name and ran to her. She had to limp her way seeing she had grazed her legs and her body was aching so much from the impact on the hard ground. She knelt to help Ayara who herself was groaning in pain and hands covered with cuts and vase pieces stuck in her flesh. "Rosa..." Ayara whimpered. "Shhh, I'm here. Slowly, we have to go now." Rosa replied. She tried to help Ayara stand but when the back of her dress was yanked backwards, she scream and felt a furry hand wrapping itself around her waist. She screamed so lou
They were too late. Too fuckin late. The club they had known for so long since Jack had first built it many years ago has turned into ashes. Bodies of vampires and dead werewolves sprawled on the ground and just near a sofa. Jack was heaving with a beautiful woman beside him. Crying and pressing on his abdominal wounds. Vadim and Armand ran to Jack while their guards goes around to look for survivors or remaining enemies. They bent down and their face was an emotional wreck. If only they had come earlier. “Jack! Jack! Come on, stay with me!” Vadim pulled out a cloth and press it on his stab wounds that are not healing at all. Dark, blue liquid made smudges on his exposed abs and he knew immediately that whatever knife has penetrated his skin was poisoned. Jack was losing blood and his left hand was cut off. Shara, his mate was covered with blood all over her chest and she wouldn’t leave Jack's side no matter what. Even though in pain, Jack who was groaning from it turns his head
Rosa folds the letters and set them aside. Letting all the things she had read, rest and engraved in her thoughts and heart. Tears wet her cheek so she quickly uses her napkin to tap on her cheek. Made sure her makeup was not messed up too much. She had spent one whole week reading Marco Demyan's POV.A letter to his children before he died but not directly addressed to them. more like his story for the twins to understand his side better. He wrote all the important details of his life, his first-person point of view, and tells the story from his sad childhood to the day he decides to have his revenge. She had gotten the letter from the reading room where both Vadim and Armand has spend their day sorting out all the coven official matters once their ancestry was revealed to the council. Though anger and detest quickly swarm from the elders, the crime of Bethran, Jakub, and King Alexander was also revealed and they all know which situation would be more deserving of their wrath. Th
I stayed in the Makkari castle for months, even being made into King Aleksander's advisor but, I doubt my opinion matters to him nor did I give him any. I notice he just wants me to be around him and when I see how affectionate he tries to be with Marie, I would bite my lip so hard until it bleeds and ache to bury my fist into the pathetic king's face. Marie would look at me when others weren't looking and smile. Even she knows how our situation is affecting all of us badly. Hyatt and Isaac were still kept to my side but even I can see the treatment of the guards here towards them was mean and not as accepting as I thought they would be. Then I learn that these guards and soldier whom Hyatt would train within the Makkari castle is none other than one of the most powerful general in vampire history. Jakub Maelstrom. A Dutch who was raised by the Makkari former kings. Strong, powerful, and a good friend of every king of Makkari. Including Aleksander and from the way he looked at us,
" You three are the only survivor of the massacre and I am truly sorry for what you all have been through. Unfortunately, I could not give you your home or livelihood back. You are welcome to stay here. This will be your new home." I stood at the end of the stairs. Forced to kneel despite being a king - former king with my two fight mates on my sides. No longer were they my servants. They were my fight mates because just like me, they are all orphans now and we have indeed survived the hell that had attacked us two nights ago. In the cellar covered by rubbles, I forced my fight mates to hide with me, trying to bring some wounded vampires we could find but trying to save them only lead us to disappointment. They all died in the cellar we all have hidden in. Isaac, Hyatt, and I were forced to hide with those bodies for 3 days and without the sun, the bodies turn grey and start creating a foul odor. Once we felt like it was safe to leave our hideaway, we carry those bodies to the g
A/N: Unedited. Will do soon. Just trying to catch up with the due date. tq...My Marie is now officially married. And not to me. My beautiful mate whom I loved from the age of 9 and from the very first time I met, is now married to King Aleksander of Makkari Coven. Her head was bent down while the groom raised his head eye, ecstatic and waving to everyone in the village. They all spoke of Marie being the blushing bride. Unable to face anyone because she was too shy and being as young as 18 years, they claimed the young queen was lucky and blessed to have the king as her husband. Only I knew it was all false. I knew my Marie wasn't happy. Just like me, she was broken inside to be making bonds with another man who is not even her mate. Father know this and yet, he pushed the wedding to be done as soon as possible. He thought he was doing the best thing he can as a king hut he was far too delusional to accept that his decision was a mistake that would soon cost all of us. My mot
Unedited. will do it soon....Our love story was risky and so many times would our time together be caught by people in the castle. Hence, we found a way to spend time together and do whatever we want, kiss whenever we want and proclaim our love for one another without the judgement of others. The waterfall was our secret oasis. It's the only place we could be lovers and within a month after our birth day, my beloved Marie allows me to hold her. Touch her and love her like any lovers do. Our first time was definitely not our best time. It pains me to see her bleed and hurt when I first make love to her but along the way, we learn about each other bodies. What ways we can pleasure each other and find comfort in a way only a mate couple can. I tattooed every detail of her body in my heart. Her moles right above her breast, her birthmark on her left inner thighs, her luscious curves, soft cries, blushing skin and the way her eyes would stare at me all glassy and dilated made my bl
I stood at the wide balcony. More vampires behind me as Marie and I stood around the pillar holding a huge stone goblet. Inside was red win poured by the castle mage earlier. The man wearing an elegant fur robe and braided hair stood near the balcony rails. Beneath the castle was the crowds. All villagers gathered to witness as the king only daughter come of age. Including myself of course. I wore a white shirt with white pants while Marie wore a white dress. Simple, plain and we both look at each other nervously and excitedly. The king and my mother stood behind us, witnessing the moment the moon becomes full and its light graze this wine into blood. A sacred blood that will recognize us as an immortal and part of the royal family. Normal vampires don't do this but for royalty? They always wants to make such important event as fancy as possible.Since both of us will come of age at any second soon, I held the edge of the goblet. Staring at the crimson liquid shines brightly an
A/N: Chapter is complete. Don't want to waste time but more chapters is coming out. No worries....8 years passed 'Marco! Marco! Tell me! What are you getting for me for my birth day?" I continue to walk through the hallway and smile as Marie basically jumps around me, tried to squeeze out information from me yet I just walk passed her. No way was I trying to hurt her feelings but she has been going on and on about what she wants from me for her birth day tomorrow. "Did you forgot that I will reach my maturity tomorrow as well?" I replied.She giggled as she twirled around me with her beautiful moss green dress that goes well with her fair skin and dark hair.She was so excited about wanting to know her gift, she forgets that we would both reach our maturity the same day tomorrow night.Fate must've plan for us to meet and know one another when they made us born on the same day, same month and same year. From that knowledge alone, I believe there is a fair God.Though I tower her
10 year old I've been staying at pretty palace for a month now. My mother and I were given a pretty room with comforts of bed and tastiest of blood. No more did we dine on animal blood. We sustain ourselves with human blood and right from their necks. While I saw the people around me and the king drank human blood until the human died, my mother and I drank until it is enough for our hungry tummy. I was surprise to see Princess Marie, King Stephan of House of Raavan cuts a human female hand and let her blood pour into a champagne glass. On the table was also hearty human meals that royals tend to enjoy. It's their ability to walk under the sun and blend in with the humans that made them stronger, sneky and powerful than a red eye like mine. Just like me, my Marie would take a glimpse at me and even sneak a peak at me whenever she thinks I didn't know. Hunting animals made me aware and more careful of the movement around me. Even a gaze to make sure I will always be ready for dange
Not edited yet. Will do soon....With my mate by my side again, I watch as she falls asleep on my arm, soft snoring with her thick lashes hiding her deep blue eyes that reminds me of the ocean.I brush away her curls to stay behind her ears and kiss her forehead. Her smiles made my chest feels full and I cant imagine being anywhere else but here. My Marie. My precious bride.How I long to see you after so long. How I weep at your death and suffer in silence when you are not around?If this is what death feels like, to be able to see you again and love you as you have loved me, I would have stayed in the sun and let the light that shines the prettiest upon you burn me to the ground.Perhaps I had to stay alive for a little while to help our children. Just like me, they have missed you. Lost and broken, so many bad people wants to destroy them. All because they are ours and symbol of our love.How can a love this beautiful is seen as ugly by these vampires?We have shared no blood yet