Christine comes home early from college to find that her mother shacking up with a vampire. After the initial shock, she is adamant to move to the coven where her new stepdad plans to change her mother into a vampire. Christine is skeptical, she is there to protect her mother from the dangers of a vampire because she doesn't believe in love. No, her love had cheated on her just weeks ago after she walked in on them doing it on their bed. Now Christine is stuck in a vampire coven, with other guys and girls who are experiencing the same thing she is. One of their parents changing into vampires all because the vampires say there is a 'soul bond' that connects them. Sebastian is hunting for his second chance mate after his first mate was killed before he could officially make her his. It has been five hundred years and he's lonely, tired of being alone. He isn't sure if he will find his second chance, but fate has brought him to the Black Raven Coven which looks like it straight out of 1950s America. What will happen when these two quite different individuals meet?
View MoreUnder the Moon“It’s stunning.” Sebastian’s shoes could be heard coming down the hallway. Christine could hear him a mile away with those god-awful shoes. She would never get used to the clothing here. The heavy, dark clothing was almost dreary, but Sebastian was right it was needed.Whether it be by eating, crying or snagging one of her claws over her skin, there was always blood to be shed. She cut herself several times when she was first learning how to control the claws that could form out of her fingers. Now she could do it on command without a blink of an eye.“You sure it looks alright?” Christine questioned, not daring to look away from the oil painting. Christine had put to good use of her degree from college, despite thinking she would never be of any help. She was not only the reigning queen, but also the palace artist. Her work was beyond anything Vermillion had seen in decades and her work had been busy since the day she and Sebastian were crowned.Christine painted mural
***After arriving at the Ever Green Pack, memories flooded me. Just eight months ago, I had left this place with a second chance to find my beloved. Clara had graciously pardoned me, along with two of my friends that had gone back to Bergarian with their own mates.“What’s going on? Why so many cars?” Christine stuck her head out the window. Rowan slapped his hand on the steering wheel, honking at the other cars.“Everyone is being a rubber necker, trying to look at the portal instead of parking,” he grumbled. “Just park and we can walk right through!” He waved his hands in annoyance. Adaline flipped through her phone, chuckling at some cat video on the screen.Once we parked in the four-story garage that sat hidden in the middle of the forest, I grabbed Christine’s hand while she stared at all the wolves, vampires and children running playfully. It was more chaotic than it normally was when we stood by the large stone arch with a mirror-like an appearance.“Settle down!” Alpha Adrie
Sebastian“Oh please,” Christine moaned. Her hands were tied above her head against the iron headboard. She struggled against them, trying to pull free. Her strength had not fully come into play, but she was certainly testing the silk ropes. Her nails began pulling at the fabric, and I laughed darkly as I licked her nipple.Biting softly on the underside of her breast, she gasped, her body wiggling against me. “Please,” she begged again. I loved it when she pleaded. I loved she demanded me, and most of all I loved her and everything that she was.Christine had a slight panic attack being told she would be queen. She worried if she would be even good enough to help maintain a kingdom. Constantly reminding her we are to follow Queen Taliyah’s orders from a far helped mollify her mind, but still being in the public eye around judgmental vampires had her tense. She was right, it would be difficult for her since she was now one of us, freshly turned and still having to eat regularly until
ChristineA beat of silence swept across the room. Many expressed concerns to their mates and beloveds like it was some sort of joke. The war in Bergarian was a hot topic for days, but always talked about in the seclusion of their homes.Nights spent in the living room with Rowan, Adaline and my parents were nothing but hushed whispers while the Assassin stood in the corner. Just watching. Even he was unsettled as we whispered of the gloom that could rapidly come to earth.The dark wizardry had been contributed to by something we didn’t know, the portal closing almost without warning. The Bergarian royals had brought the strongest Alpha werewolf of Earth along with his luna, that had experience in beating a demon which had inhabited a witch’s body. This brought more questions.More rumors, more speculations as we sat around in the small circle of friends. Suron did not make many comments, but Enzo certainly had his theories.Enzo had returned before the declaration of the portal to be
Sebastian Christine sat on her knees, her night silk nightgown tickling her skin down to mid-thigh. The silk draped down her body, her nipples already hardened. A chill ran down her spine, as my hands traced the cover that hid her delectable body. Her hands lifted the base of the gown, pulling it over her head, leaving her in a black, laced panties. “Goddess, you are beautiful,” I forced from my lips. Speaking to her was always difficult when she bared her body to me. She made me speechless, made my heart flutter lightly in my chest. The room was still dark, despite it being late morning. The curtains moving with the air in the room, gently swaying on the carpet. My ears now turned to be in tune with the woman that was in front of me, because it was only she that mattered. Christine’s hair, which she had meticulously put in a braid before we went to bed, laid over her shoulder, tickling my chest as she straddled over me. “So, do I get to taste a little of heaven?” Kill. Me. Now.
Christine“If you expect me to go to sleep after that, you are insane,” I muttered into his shoulder. Not wanting to pry my head off his chest, hearing that steady heart that I loved to hear so much, I wrapped my arms around him tightly.I had done a stellar job not crying, but the dam was about to break.“Christine,” Sebastian cooed, trying to pull me off his chest.“Nuh uh,” I shook my head. Not happening, bro.“Christine,” he said more sternly. My mouth opened and then my fangs bit into his shoulder where my head was laying.“Oh fuck! What are you doing!?” I giggled, because I totally forgot that I had fangs and I could do the stabby-stab thing. Unfortunately, my body was having a mixed reaction to what I thought was funny because I began crying.Gods help me.“He’s gone,” the deep voice from the other side of the room muttered. “His body has retreated to the Underworld. Hopefully Hades’ will take care of him. I’ll take my leave.” Hearing the creek of the door open, it let in the s
ChristineHearing the gentle click of the door, Sebastian walked down the hallways and left me to sleep. He tucked me in like a giant burrito along with Bob, thinking I would be simply fine without him.Oh, if he only knew.Somehow, I had calmed my heart when he ‘rocked’ me to sleep, making him think that I was zonked. It was weird. My heart was now both a voluntary and involuntary muscle response. Unlike humans, you can’t control your heartbeat, it kind of just does its thing. Not when you are a vampire. I could slow it, make it move faster, or match Sebastian's.So freaking weird.While he held me, I slowed it, to help soothe myself and keep it from beating out of my chest. It kept me grounded; it kept me from ripping through the room and claw every pillow until feathers dusted every surface. Slowing it down so much, he must have thought I had truly fallen asleep. Sebastian did what he could. I knew he was upset, but there wasn’t anything he could do to help me with the feeling I
SebastianI wanted to kill him myself.And here I was, holding my beloved in my arms, gently stroking the back of her head. I wanted nothing more than to destroy her father, but she clutched me too tightly. For now, I would hold her close, keep her safe in my arms but soon, I would get her the justice she deserves. Vanessa and Christine were dropped bombs of hidden truths in just minutes of each one. Who knew what other secrets the warlock held, but I was sure that this Assassin standing before us knew very well what they were. It was no coincidence that the Assassin was here, The Death Flock had a purpose: to take care of their intended target. This makes me believe that Broderick was being hunted. "Get them to the bunker," Rowan shouted, shaking us all from our thoughts. Suron stood there with his popcorn bag on the floor. His mouth hung open. I could smell the blood tears in his eyes when Broderick spoke of the death of these babies. Suron had a soft heart that loved to care for
ChristineHoly hairy monkey balls. My ex-dad stared at us like he had won the lottery. The arrogant look on his face let me know he didn't give an absolute shit that there were more vampires in the room than his lonely self. That bares the question is, how powerful is he?Hell, how did mom and I not know?The façade of being an airline pilot was the perfect cover. He was gone for weeks at a time and came home only when it seemed to be the least convenient time for the both of us. He showed up right when we were happy with just each other, but he would destroy that in an instant. Demanding mom should attend certain functions with him, get his face out there for all the humans to find him entirely and utterly handsome and trustworthy.Other than that, there was no other sign he would have been some creepy warlock. We didn't have any black cats, no locked door to the basement, no magical fairies dusting the house. How he had kept us from this was insane. We didn't know him, even more so
Christine“I’m just going to become a nun,” I whispered harshly. Banging my hand on my of a car, I winced at the impact. The leather wheel groaned in protest as I used to push myself out of the deep bucket seat.The car I parked beside was a beautiful, black, freshly waxed Maserati. We did have neighbors that had such beautiful cars but why it was parked outside my house was something weird. Maybe dad bought it with all the money he hoards away from mom.I wanted it to be over, this pain in my stomach. I wanted to just scream it all out and just be done with the pain with the yuck. He didn’t’ deserve my pain, he didn’t deserve any of it. He wasn’t worth it; no guy ever was and no other guy will ever make me feel this way.My keys were slung recklessly in my hand, trying to find the correct key. I hadn’t been home in six months. The Christmas lights were gone, and the crisp cool weather had faded now bringing the bright sun of summer. My old plank wood swing swung in the breeze beckoni...
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