All Chapters of The Vampire King Reclaiming His Lost Princess : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vladimir was walking on a dicey path. One mistake was all it was going to take for him to lose everything. Vladimir was battling against a being who would foresee his every freaking move. Vladimir knew that the witch who abducted his bride was an Oracle but not any ordinary Oracle. Vladimir had encountered the bitch two times and in those times he had found very unnerving information about her. Oracle's were known for their insanity. Foresight was a blessing and a curse for them. The power to predict the future drove them towards the edge of madness. Oracles could barely focus on the present, their minds were always tangled with visions of past and future. But the Oracle who had abducted Vladimir's bride was a sane one. Which made her even more twisted than any other witch out there. If that fact wasn't enough to fuck him the bitch didn't have a shadow. Before that Oracle Vladimir had only read about the legend of the shadowless beings who were considered a myth in the supernatural

The Sacred Land Of Witches The Ancient Home of the Guardians of Nature~ "So let's summarize it. Shall we?" Almira said, narrowing her eyes at the shadows. "Proceed." Vincent the Conqueror's emotionless tone echoed in the silent red obsidian rock chamber. "From the most secured Land that stands by the force of six guardian's life forces, a little girl managed to sneak out without anyone's knowledge. And the context 'anyone' includes Ascian the Sane Oracle." Almira said pointedly looking at the shadows where the Oracle was sitting lost in her own world, pretending to be unaware of the chaos brimming around her. "Maeve went out to save her niece even after I warned her not to interfere. She hired a banished witch to do her dirty work and ended up creating a bigger mess for all of us than it originally was." "Step back Almira. Leave it on Ascian. The Oracle will make an example out of the rebellious witch." Almira's brows furrowed at Vincent's warning. Her gut warned her that Vincent

All Secrets Are Entrustments.All Secrets Are Told On Their Time. The sun was setting rapidly but for Vladimir every day felt like a year and every year like a millennium. Vladimir had lost someone dear to him. Someone for whom a selfish bastard like him can even give his life. When people die in front of you, then you learn to endure after some time. But when you lose a loved one in the sea of people, it brings remorse and restlessness of a lifetime. Vladimir hadn't felt like a living person in this castle for the past seventeen years. Esmeray had once mentioned that these ancient walls had a calling. She was indeed right. Because with the witch gone Vladimir could feel like the walls were mourning along with him. He gazed around, the walls around him had countless paintings of his bride's eyes. Eyes he had been catching glimpses of in his dreams. . . He still remembered the day he had lost her. It was the same day every flavor of life equaled to ashes for him. And from the pas

"Who are you and how the hell did you get past my barrier spell? I don’t remember permitting you to enter my Queendom.” Flames dancing at her fingertips, the Queen of Wastelands had come to meet the one who was ludicrous enough to invade her Marked Territory. Esmeray’s head snapped towards the small woman standing at a good distance from them. 'Mother~' Esmeray’s lips moved in a soundless whisper as she stared at her in a daze. A shiver went down Esmeray's spine as the Cold Queen strode towards them, making the ground vibrate with each step she took. The Queen of Wastelands was channeling her dominance through the ground beneath, exhibiting a glimpse of the destruction she was capable of. Her jet black hair with red tips was bound in a high ponytail. Her ears with pointed tips were on full display. Even crownless, dressed in a dull old pink shirt and ripped shorts the Cold Queen's presence demanded attention. Esmeray clenched her shaking hands into fists. Sweat dotted Esmeray'

. . .The Mighty King Has Craters She Didn't Create And She Had Darkness He Didn't Deserve. . .Esmeray peered at the Vampire King who was now back on his feet. He stood at her door drenched in rain, dressed in a white shirt and black pants hanging dangerously low on his waist, creating a puddle on the floor. Esmeray's eyes scanned the colors on his white shirt and hands, even the rain wasn't able to wash that away.He stood there, his face was pale, his skin damped from the rain. A hundred emotions were swirling in his dark forest green orbs that locked with hers. There were so many emotions swirling in his gaze but above them, all was hunger, a hunger so intense that even in her tipsy state it made her heartbeat crazy.After coming out of whatever trance he was under as Vladimir stalked closer he seemed like a predator eyeing its prey. Esmeray was somehow aware she should run yet she couldn't move a muscle. Energy hummed between them as he came to stand a foot away from her. When he