บททั้งหมดของ Bewitching The Deadly Vampire: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

She must leave. No one awaits her here. This is not where she belongs. She never even belonged the moment she stepped inside the castle to live among their kind. They have always been wary of her. She never mixed with them. She has never been seen among them. Until he came into her life, bringing her into the castle to live with him. To join his kind. To unify with him. Yet she never felt welcomed. She's been treated with indifference, coldness, and aloofness. They were different. She was different. She was a witch. A fire-witch. He was a vampire. A cold deadly one. They don't mix in the day and they don't blend in the night. She must leave at once. Now. Adrienne packed her bags and luggage that night and left Emrick Castle early in the morning the next day. She woke up before light hit the ground and she did her early morning routine in fast sure steps like usual only a little faster today as she couldn't stay soaked in her tub which was her favorite form of leisure and

If someone could freeze the ground, time or human, no one would do it better than the vampire himself, Alaric Emrick. He’s a man feared among men. He’s a tall man with raven wavy hair and famous blood-red eyes. Being in his presence almost always means death. His voice alone which could cut thin ice means you’re at the gate of the inferno. His name was simply synonymous with a devil incarnate. Who else wouldn’t shrink before him? Alaric Acheron Lorcan Emrick is the current head of the oldest purest bloodline of vampires in Europe. He is currently the reigning youngest king of the vampire royals [in a millennium] at age twenty-four.   As he happened to be standing just a few feet away from Mary, who already stood frozen to the ground, stonecold like a statue upon hearing his name, Alaric uncaringly walked brushing past her while two other men remained in their post standing behind Mary. He quietly walked towards the corpse and knelt to the ground feeling for

Adrienne Mallory entered a dream.  She was ten years old. It was nighttime. She was already asleep when she was forced to wake up by her mom and dad coming to her room with hurried movements. “Mom, Dad. What’s wrong?” she asked still groggy from sleep rubbing her eyes from the sudden intrusion of her parents. She was hugging her favorite white pink teddy. “Get up, Adrienne! We have to leave immediately! We’re going to your Aunt Isobel. You will stay with her.” Her mom said in a rush pulling her up. “Mom, why? What’s happening?” “Hush, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay. I promise.” Her mom said putting a jacket on her pajamas.  “Mom, I need my blanket.” She said yawning and forcing herself to wake up. “You’ll get back to sleep once we’re at your aunt’s home.” “Okay,” Adrienne said. She felt herself getting carried by her dad behind his back. They went to her mom’s sister's house. Just as they had arrive

Alaric vanished from his study and appeared behind Adrienne Mallory on the castle ground by the rose hedges. “I see you’ve found a pest inside my castle,” said Alaric in an icy tone looking at the black wolf with animosity. It was lying on its side. Who must it be? He wondered with foreboding. Just when he was thinking of positive thoughts when he wasn’t much into it until he met the fire-witch. Now he has something to compete with her. “It’s unconscious, Alaric,” said Adrienne with a worried tone. She was looking at the wolf at the same time running her hand on top of its body. “Let me take care of it.” He said in his usual cold voice showing only mild interest to the unconscious monster. He walked towards Adrienne crouching beside her. He stretched his hands to touch the wolf when he felt the warm hands of Adrienne stopping his wrist. “Stop. I can handle this,” she said firmly.“I can do it better.”  Adrienne faced hi

Adrienne stretched her arms seeking Alaric’s warmth on her bed when she felt her hands and arms only feeling the sheets under her touch. “Alaric?” she asked in a mumble stretching her limbs and feeling herself sore below. Adrienne moved her arms but still felt more silk under her than the flesh of the vampire she just shared a steamy night with. She opened her eyes and was greeted by the light bursting her window. She looked to her side and saw nothing but a creased sheet and a crumpled blanket. She rose to sit on the bed and looked everywhere about her room and saw that her dress last night was lying across the headrest of the sofa. The tray of food was gone except for an empty clean table.  She returned her eyes to the space that Alaric occupied last night. She turned her head towards the side table and found a note on top with a single-stemmed rose on top of it. Adrienne took the note and read it. Adrienne,Hello, my love. I’m s