Taylor
Screams echoed through the halls. My heart pounded as I hid behind the door in our room. Rhazian’s face was contorted in fear. We couldn’t see what was happening beyond our room, but the sound of footsteps continued to move closer as the screaming faded. Saveta crashed through the door, sending my flying to the floor. My mate scooped me into his arms, checking that I was uninjured.
“Enki. He has come.” Saveta rasped.
“Is there a way out?” Rhazian asked his child.
“No, we are trapped.” She wailed.
I trembled in my mate’s arms as we waited for my f
I found Rhazian and Saveta in the kitchen seated at the large dining table. Rhazian scowled as Saveta sat curled in the lap of a nearly naked, muscular male, her face buried in his neck. The image was a little jarring, my mate looking the part of a disapproving father, while his daughter lounged in the lap of her much older companion. “Good morning, my lady.” Saveta smiled, pulling her face from the man’s neck and licking blood from her lips. “I wish you wouldn’t do that at the table.” Rhazian huffed. “Especially in the presence of my human mate.” “Where else would I eat my breakfast, father?”
Tyler The early afternoon sun filled the room. I looked around, uncertain where I was. The last thing I remembered was the blinding pain of claws tearing at my sides. Someone had put me in sweatpants and bandaged my wounds. Sucking air between my teeth, I winched as I moved myself into a sitting position to get a better look at my surrounding. “Ah, good. You’re up. I’ve brought some food for you. You’ll heal faster if you eat.” A man said cheerily as he entered the room from a door to my left. “Who are you?” I asked as he placed a tray of food gently across my lap. “How did you save me from that – that monster?” “
Saveta “This is a horrible idea.” I stated, though nobody seemed to be listening. My Sire was too busy staring at his mate like she had grown another head while she scowled back at him. The stand off reminded me of one of his earlier mates. After the forest that had kept the village hidden from the mortal realm was burned to the ground by Apollo, vamps began to acclimate to the human way of life. We went into hiding, creating many of the myths about our weaknesses and abilities that persisted into present day. We knew we had to go our separate ways to prevent the truth of our nature being discovered. It began the spread of our kind, many began to follow the example that had been set with me, creating new companions for themselves. My maste
We settled into the village with Rhazian’s mate. She refused to leave, and he refused to leave her behind. She was a cruel mistress, using her glamour to control the humans like chattel. She didn’t seem to care for the bond between my father and I either. He would walk the perimeter, ensuring no stray traveler entered the village, leaving me with Sabina for hours. Jealousy ruled her. She would challenge me at every turn, unwilling to accept that as the older vampire, I was stronger. Once my master returned, her sweet façade would fall back into place. I begged him to release me to make my own way, but he refused. He blamed her maker for her behavior. We had learned that her maker had taken her by force, intent on adding to his growing harem. He was a cruel master, forcing his progeny to submit to his depraved sexual desires. So long as he avoided the heart, they would heal. His commands left
“Are you insane?” I hissed. “You’re going to get us killed with this plan of yours.” “Saveta.” Rhazian cautioned turning to face his mate. “You have no idea how strong I am.” Sabina cackled. “Even my maker couldn’t hold me in his thrall for very long and it resulted in his death.” My mind jumped to what she had told us in the early days about escaping her sadistic maker. She had waited until his hold was at its weakest and beheaded him, delivering his head to the rest of the harem as a sign they were free. Centuries later, the story of her maker would be written into one of the human’s religions. “You cannot c
Taylor I stood at the foot of the mountain watching my mate and his progeny retreat back toward her fortress. My hands shook from the nervousness that had crept in as we made our descent. This was part of the plan. When they were safely away, I would call my abilities, hopefully brining my father to me. There were fresh puncture wounds on my neck, meant to add realism to the tale I was about to spin. I turned back to face the sprawling plain before me, breathing deep and slow to steady myself. “Ok, Taylor.” I spoke to myself. “You can do this. Keep blasting that light stuff until he comes. Search wherever he takes you, get what you need and run.” Casting a quick glance over my shoulder to ensure that Rhazian was safely away, I
“Again.” Apollo commanded. We had been training in a small room for hours and I had yet to produce the same level of magic as I had when I escaped the coven. “I don’t think I can do this.” I panted. The strain of tapping into my demi side starting to get to me. “No child of mine would be this weak.” He spat. “Try it again.” I let my mind clear, focusing on the light within me and trying to call it forth. Apollo had been insistent that I shouldn’t rely on my emotions to call my abilities, that I needed to learn to
Miriam “I don’t like this, Miriam.” Aro scolded. “You signed the contract in blood. If you go down this path, there’s no telling what kind of magical retribution you could face. We could face.” “Fredrick assured me the verbiage used matters. There’s absolutely nothing to prevent me from passing the information along to Tyler, just like you did.” My visit with the seer hadn’t changed my mind. The existence of were-vamps had set me on my path, and nothing could deter me from it. All I needed was a loophole. A way to deal with the monster that had created them along with his demon bride. “One way or another,