All Chapters of Falling for the Vampire Prince: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KIRACold.All I felt was my skin crawling as the cold assaulted it unashamedly. My clothing, or lack there of, was no help at all. I was clad in a  blue dress made of light material and it provided no comfort or protection from the goosebumps I was feeling.“I feel like I’m going to be sick.”After my botched escape, I was taken to a basement at the bottom-deck of the castle, put in a one-windowed room, my right hand was handcuffed to a chair with an iron chain and I was made to sit on the floor,  per Dante’s orders. One of the guards who brought me here said I ought to be treated like a prisoner since I had “taken Master’s kindness for granted.” I didn’t protest when I was being dragged here, figured it wasn’t worth it since I was outnumbered. Prince Dante made sure I was heavily guarded on my way here so that I won’t try anything funny.Five vampire guards against one human gi

DANTE “That’s absolutely ludicrous, Dahlia.’’ I said in disbelief. “That prophecy had been passed down from generation to generation, however, we all know it to be folklore. How is it possible that she’s the prophecy?” I had heard a lot of shocking things in my four-hundred plus years on this earth, but none has been as unbelievable as this. The prophecy is something Ambrose had told my siblings and I back when we were young vampires, but I believed it was nothing more than another moonlight tale passed on from one generation to the next. Ambrose had said that the prophecy had originated from the White-Clad Tribe. They were the first supernatural inhabitants of the North American soil. They were powerful yet pure creatures who were of priestly descent. They worshipped the sun goddess, Solise and were known for performing rituals and reciting sermons in her name. Some of the witches of North America where direct descents of the White-Clad Tribe. Kira l

KIRA My ‘quarters’ was on the last floor of the castle. The castle was well lit with candles on all sides of the foyer. It was a busy afternoon: servants and various members of staff were doing one thing or the other-some were cleaning the main living room, some were carrying laundry, others were making phone calls while some were carrying utensils and food items. They didn’t acknowledge our presence as Zander nudged me up the metal stairwell. He didn’t speak as I put one foot in front of the other, making the trip to the last floor of the castle. With a castle as grand as this, they should really think of investing in an elevator. Long ass stairs may mean nothing to vampires but I’m a human who has not exercised in a really long time. I was never really athletic to start with so this was more like a marathon. Once we got to the last floor, I was breathing heavily and panting. My chest felt constricted and I was no doubt going to pass out. Zander did not utte

Zander briefed me about what had been going on when I was away. I was only gone for four hours and my kingdom had already been ruffled by another death. The wolves had murdered one of my best guards, Sage, while he was patrolling the border. I had tightened security around that area so as to keep external enemies at bay but my men are now dropping like flies. I was sad, more so, I was angry, not just because he was one of my best men, but he had a mate, Helena. It is said that vampires find their mate only once in their lifetime and he finally found his.  They’ve been together for as long as I can remember and I can’t possibly imagine how she must be feeling. “Has Helena been informed of this unfortunate circumstances?” I asked. Zander nodded and handed me a file as I approached my throne room. The lights were dim, just like how I liked it, and it smelled like fresh coated paint. The servants must have done as I instructed. “Are these the pictures?” I to

DANTE Akbar and Kentrell grunted at being reprimanded and narrowed their eyes at me without saying a word. Ambrose gave me an encouraging nod and I continued. “Thank you, Father. I would admit it, yes, we lost one of our own again in a rather unfortunate manner. I was going to bring it to the council's  attention later on, but since the cat has been let out of the bag, we might as well make it the first priority in our agenda.” “Go ahead, then,” Dorothea obliged. She was another elder in the Council and the oldest female amongst us. She was a woman of few words, but when she did speak, wisdom flowed out of her mouth like a river. She was calmer and thought about things more rationally than Kentrell and Akbar. “Sage, one of my guards was murdered in what we suspect to be a ritualistic attack.” I directed Zander to hand the members the files which contained the pictorial evidence of the death. Their reactions were unreadable but a gasp emitted from Dorothe