Luxiana awakened with her body in pieces. She no longer felt her limbs and that her body no longer belonged to her. She closed her eyes remembering the intensity and fieryness of her master as he took her like it was the last time. She would never have imagined that he could become so passionate and wild but at the same time, there was a sense of desperation in his actions. It was as if he were begging her by his gestures not to leave him, that if he didn't, she would slip through his fingers. It was stupid such a thought because even if he didn't love her, she couldn't bring herself to leave him. She was bounded to him forever and could not live without his presence, his warmth and now she no longer wanted to do without his embrace, his caresses, and his body. She was already in love with him, now she was obsessed with him. She closed her eyes, feeling him behind her. He had gripped her body holding it possessively against his and she wondered why so many conflicting feelin
The castle is still quiet, it has always been so and it will remain an unshakable truth until the end of the world. In this castle far from everything, in the heart of the forest, perched on a mountain, he watches the clouds in the sky. It's been his only pleasure for over 800 years since he became the new Lord. 800 years of monotony, centuries of solitude, and long and interminable years of deaf suffering. Yet life has not always been there even for him. Not a while ago, not before those long centuries, when his father was still the Lord, once again, he lived a rather happy life for a young vampire. His parents were loving and caring, caring about how he felt and more importantly what he wanted. They told him all the time: “Son, live your life as you wish and design to lead it fully so as not to harbor regrets later”. Vladimir believed that he would have had time to apply this advice, but unfortunately, he never could. His parents, purebloods, people with power and resistance reco
Vladimir walked slowly down the long hallway of his mansion, it was an ancient architecture, and on the walls along the hallway, there were paintings. These paintings were the portraits of his illustrious ancestors and members of his family. His family, how did it get there? The DRAC family, the founder of the vampire clan and above all the direct and famous line of the most exceptional vampire the world has ever known. They were twenty, three millennia ago, but the purebloods began to die one after another without anyone understanding anything. His ancestors, and his parents, all succumbed and today he remains the only one. Will he also succumb to this unknown disease? He hopes it will happen soon because despite his “young age”, he is already tired of life and only wants one thing, to join them, to join her. He stopped in front of a portrait, his face twisting, his fine features creased. This pain that won't go away, this pain that twists his insides, his beloved, Angelica. They
Vladimir does not understand what is happening to him. The woman in front of him gives him a strange feeling. He should be dismissing those sassy elders with their famous tribute. But no, at this precise moment, he can't turn away from the woman's admittedly dull gaze. Luxiana. She has a soft and tender face, and large eyes with delicate contours, this noble bearing far from being of royal blood alone. No, it exudes something more dignified, more elegant, and more majestic. Despite her deplorable condition and her many bruises, she is beautiful and graceful. He however frowned looking at the deplorable shape of this young woman, he is not someone altruistic, not far from it, especially in front of a human who constitutes his main source of nutrition. But at this moment, he feels a lot of pity for this woman and only wants one thing, to make sure that she no longer looks like this. He straightened up, the girl despite her empty gaze following his gestures before turning to the
The ancients couldn't believe their ears. What had their Lord just said? Make this human woman his aid? No, it can't be true, how can a person of his rank, as illustrious as he is venerable, allow such an unsightly and dirty being at his side? Maybe it's a hunger that makes him think like that. It is impossible that in full capacity their Lord would have made such an unreasonable decision. Granting such honor to a human, yet since this man he said was his best friend passed away, he hasn't allowed anyone to stand by his side. This is even more revolting because the place at the Lord's side is an honor that even the elders covet. To stand in the wake of a being as majestic and exceptional as their master, many would be ready to kill to occupy this place but there, at this moment, the Lord is giving this delicate place to a person who does not deserve it. A human, moreover, who should have served him as a meal. No, it's inconceivable, even if he is whimsical, he pushes things a bi
Vladimir can understand Luxiana's lost look after what he told her. By her way of acting, he will have understood that the young woman was expecting him to sink his fangs into her jugular to pump all her blood until she was empty. But there, he tells her that he does not need this blood but rather her, it is confusing indeed. "What do you mean Lord? » Vladimir frowned, he didn't expect her to jump on him and attack him, even the dumbest of humans who had heard about vampires would know that it was useless. Vampires are faster, stronger, and more resistant than them, but the fact that she lies down in front of him with so much termination, it intrigues him a little, he must admit. This is all the more true since her gaze indicates neither fear nor termination, in fact, even more revolt. It's empty. It looked like she was acting like an automaton, she didn't seem to feel any fear or dread in fact, he didn't see any human emotion in her. As if she was already dead inside and what
Today is a day like no other for Vladimir. He who thought that it would unfold like the others think he was seriously mistaken. Apart from the awakening which was the same with the same routine, he met an intriguing woman who, must he admit, pushes his curiosity to its climax. He scowled, he didn't like to think like that because he felt like he was more interested in this girl than necessary. No, he has no right to do that, to do that to her, his Angelica. Not after they promised each other eternal love and she disappeared under such murky circumstances. He must forever keep his love for her intact. In any case, Luxiana is only a curiosity for him, a new thing that changes him from his boring daily life. Nothing more, nothing less. He just felt empathy seeing her condition, even if it was grotesque of him since he always looked down on humans not even considering their existence. He sighed before getting up from Luxiana's bedside. He ran his hand through his hair before shaking
Luxiana is the daughter of a king, which makes her a royal princess. For many girls, this is a dream, living in a castle surrounded by servants, attending prestigious parties with equally prestigious guests. Meet princes as handsome as in fairy tales, or enjoy all the advantages given to the noble class. That's what anyone would think when they hear the word princess, but that was not the case for Luxiana. No, not for the daughter of a slave. Her mother, a slave brought back to the kingdom by the knights after the conquest of a barbarian territory had attracted the king's attention with her great beauty. Silver hair and deep, bewitching blue eyes. He had not been able to curb his impulses and had waited for night to fall to interfere in the premises intended for slaves in order to abuse the young woman. An abominable act unworthy of the sovereign of a kingdom but like any excuse for his horrible act, he had pretexted witchcraft. Because how could he, a king, have stooped to unite wit