All Chapters of The Accidental Vampire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Helena’s POVIf you are a native of Bulgaria, then you could have probably heard of our family name. Ours is one of the oldest and noblest that ever lived in the country. After the first world war, my ancestors felt the need to anglicise our surname because of a family scandal. I am Helena Battenberg and I am three hundred years old. Three hundred years old is equivalent to a teenager in the human world. I am still very young, in this case, I kid you not. One thing about us, is that we do not age, right after we hit the maturity age--and that is eighteen years old, we slowly stop disintegrating until the next fifty years. Like botox on steroids. Bettenberg was before the family scandal. here is a little back story, My uncle. Thedeus Battenberg went on a killing spree in a little village. Killing at least thirteen people. I personally do not know what has gotten into him, but from what I was told, it was the root cause of all the succeeding alterations in the family. My mother told

Zachary’s POVI did not know how I reached home.Myabe a magic carpet brought me here. I made a joke out of myself. I was bad at telling jokes. But when I opened my eyes, I can tell that I was back on my rented cottage. I reached for my phone, which by habit, I know was on the bedside table. The time was ten in the morning. Weird. I have no recollection whatsoever of what happened last night. I am pretty certain that I have not consumed any alcoholic beverages while I was on my way here. The idea that someone could have drugged me sounded plausible.It was not uncommon to be roofied even back home. I bolted from the bed and checked my luggage, it was still locked and was not even opened since last night to see if i still have my belongings. “Hmm, must be jet lag.” I convinced myself. Now that the whole place was flooded by natural light, I could see now that the place was indeed a steal, whoever decorated this place was severely talented. The wooden floor and the simple furniture ma

Helena rushed to the parking lot and drove as fast as she could. She almost crashed into a flower vendor because she needed to go home. The Duchess needed to know what she had seen. It would flip her and witnessing her mother flip because of an imbecile who disrespects the decree she so valued among the other decrees she had imposed to keep their race alive was almost exhilirating for her. Solandra will exhaust everything under her command to find the identity of the culprit. No one dares to insult her by disobeying her.She paused for a while when she saw on her rear view mirror the look of dismay and defeat of the vendor she had almost ran over. She know that look. The look of disappointment. Her foot on the gas pedal wanted to go ahead and forget what she was looking at, but her head says otherwise. She grabbed her purse and disembarked her car.“I am sorry, I was just in a hurry.” She apologized at the woman.“I know.” The vendor said. From this proximity, Helena can tell that sh

Helena had time to spare . The rest of the sin-eaters will arrive around midnight because no matter how modern they claim to be, and no matter how many centuries have passed, midnight will always hold a special place in their unbeating hearts.It was early and she felt bored. Something tells her that she needed to see that Zac again. To her, he was a curious case. In the history of sin-eaters since their creation, no one was like him. He was supposed to be just food but he was not. A living proof that anomalies can happen. He lived.She took her time and liberty to read the books and records of their race in her father’s study. Nicolas Battenberg was known to have kept meticulous records of their race since their inception. It was her father’s legacy. She was well versed to some of the hundreds of books but she knew that something was missing. That there must be a text or a mere mention of a case as peculiar as Zac’s. There has to be. Her father was very careful and excellent in keepi

Chained with the same chain that used to restrain Fenrir, the elven chain. Forged by the elves that was designed to be unbreakable even by a God. Hades, the God of the underworld could not believe that he took Zeus’ bait. The daughter he had offered as a bargain to keep him from destroying his brother’s precious humans was the same reason why he was rotting in there. The most insulting part was that, he was imprisoned in his own domain and guarded by his own creatures of chaos. His beloved ghouls are half dogs, half humans. They now serve his wife. Those bastards will be the first to go if he gets out of here.That bitch.Persephone was his wife. He used to enjoy her pleasure and presence but now, he hates her with all his might. He hates her more than her father now.The door to his prison opened and in came the woman he despises. Today, she was wearing a black barely there dress that would have proven to be comely and sexy had he been so horny like he was before at the sight of her