And it's a wrap!!! I've never done an author's note before but we have come to the end of Falling for The Vampire Prince! Thank you so much to everyone who has read and supported this little story I had in my head since 2017. The ending was definitely unprecedented but it had to be done. I may get questions about the possibility of a sequel. Who knows, maybe there would be and maybe there wouldn't be one. I hope you learned a thing or two from Prince Dante and Kira and I hope you enjoyed their chemistry because they were so cute! Love you all. Till next time, loves
KIRAThat day will forever haunt me, the day I realized that my life would never remain the same again. All I saw were red droplets of blood as it slipped down like a fountain from their necks. None of them were spared. All of them were gone in the blink of an eye. My family was killed, drained like they were nothing but animals and it’s all thanks to those detestable…creatures of the night.Life was simple back then. Everything was decent enough for me untiltheycame along and ruined what we know as life itself. You know, I never believed in the supernatural: Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and Warlocks were only depicted in television shows and movies, a pictorial illustration of creatures never to be seen with the naked eye.Imagine my shock when out of nowhere, the news headlines screamed: VAMPIRES TAKE OVER: P
KIRAThe auction was bubbly and lively as usual. Male and female vampires clad in expensive attire were seated at the foot of the podium waiting for their dinner to be served. Some slaves were being held by their collars and whisked away by their new masters while others like me were patiently waiting to be called behind the red curtain.As I scanned the area, it dawned on me that this whole auction was a whole production, a scene straight out of The Great Gatsby. The dark room was illuminated by dim fluorescent lights. The curtains were draped in crimson red linen and pulled down to prevent the rays of sunlight. Vampires, according to what I heard, are allergic to sunlight. It burned their skin and caused them to age quickly, but it doesn’t kill them.The walls were coated in gold, paintings of the various monarchs of the vampire realm hung on them, almost like humans never existed. The window panels were stretched twelve feet to a
KIRAI had heard many stories about Prince Dante Rosetti, none of them good ones. The girls in the shop loved to gossip, mainly because there was nothing else to do.Except wait to be killed or sold of course.While I wasn’t too keen on judging a person’s character based on what other people say through the grapevine, I can’t help but not hold him in the highest regard considering he is a vampire, vampires murdered my family, and he indirectly allowed vampires to murder my family by being the Prince of this fucking lunacy.From the conversations I’d heard, the Vampire King, whoever he is, called the shots. He had been alive for centuries now, living among us and forming a rebellion. Once his army was complete, he was able to overthrow the governments of the world and establish his kingdom of bloodsuckers eight years ago.His army is controlled by the five Princes known as Malvado. They are rumoured
DANTE ''Did I kill her?'' ''Of course not, brother,'' she said, sarcasm dripping from her tone of voice. ''You only milked her like a cow.'' ''This is no time to joke, Emily. She has been asleep for two days. You're a witch so do something.'' She narrowed her eyes at me and touched the forehead of my newest pet and shook her head. ''I'll try my best but her pulse is very faint.'' ''Shit,'' I cursed. “I can't believe I lost control. I never lose control like that.'' I would admit, I went a little overboard when I had drank from Kira. “A little?” Emily mused. “Get out of my head,” I seethed. Emily is a witch with the annoying ability of reading people’s minds, among other things. It's rather unfortunate that she is my sister- unfortunate for me beck I'm always at the receiving end of her many tricks and experiments. Taught by the best instructors of magic in North America, dare I say she is on her way to becoming a very pow
KIRAI lunged up into a sitting position in the unfamiliar room, wide-eyed and gasping. I glanced around, almost frantic, and jumped when I saw a figure towering over me.''Oh, you're awake.'' A woman who looked to be about my age, maybe older-said. She wore a short, black dress with grey heels matched with a dark, leather jacket. Her blonde hair was styled in a slick bun with a few baby hairs sticking out.Needless to say, she was gorgeous.''What happened to me? Where am I? How did I get here?'' I questioned in rapid succession. She just chuckled and stuck a thermometer in my mouth. ''My name is Emily and you're in Castle Bellfonte. How are you feeling?”Like my body got run over by a truck and I had a fight with stray cats and lost.“Terrible,” I croaked. My throat burned from dehydration. I scanned the room again for water or any liquid I could drink but there was none.“You must be thirsty.&
DANTEThe double doors of the office opened automatically and I walked in with confidence. There she sat with her nose buried in an ancient book, no doubt researching some new spells or whatever witches do nowadays. Her laptop was perched on her busy desk, opened, and her fingers moved from the book to typing away on the device.Always has and forever will be a workaholic.We may be archaic, but supernaturals have embraced the many technologies of man. Truth be told, I had to adjust to the ‘modern’ way of life and had to learn how to use devices like phones, and laptops. When I was a young human, we only used pigeons to disseminate information.A smirk was prominent on her face so I knew she sensed my presence. But she chose to ignore me. I decided to break the ice because knowing her she’d give me the silent treatment for eternity if she could.''I knew I'd find you here.''''What do you want, Dante
King Ambrose lived alone in a bungalow in Calais, Maine, a neighbouring town right on the Canadian border. Ever the minimalist, he traded his castle for a more ‘simple life’ as he called it after bequeathing his kingdom, and the other parts of the world, to my brothers and I. He’s as ancient as they come but he doesn’t look a day over thirty. That’s one of the perks of being a vampire-you never age. It’s a blessing and a curse. He wore a dark grey T-shirt and matching cargo pants; his dark brown hair was covered by a baseball cap. You would think he was going to the beach in his attire but it was minus one degrees outside. To humans, this may be considered as “freezing cold” but we vampires rarely feel the elements of nature. “The weather forecast stated that there might be a blizzard,” he said with a welcoming smile. “Yet you came all the way to see me.” “I did. You always talk my ear off about not visiting you often, Father.” I haven’t visited
It had been weeks since my arrival and it’s been uneventful to say the least. My job description is to be a ‘pet’ but so far, the only thing I’ve done is eat, sleep, watch television and sleep some more.This may be a dream job to most people but to me, it’s a nightmare.Times like these make me miss my old life, the one the vampires destroyed. I had hopes and dreams of becoming a ballerina. My parents enrolled me in ballet classes ever since I was two and I just fell in love with the art. My goal was to attend the Royal Ballet School in the United Kingdom and be inducted in the Ballet Music Hall but that all went straight to hell ever since the takeover.Instead of brooding over situations I can’t control, I planned the one thing that would truly make me happy. I haven’t had a taste of the outside in the last seven years. In The Pet Shop, we were only allowed to have a glimpse of the outside world when we were