The night approached, and Daylen was coming around from his rest. He had enjoyed so many sweets that he had hardly noticed when he fell asleep. The first thing that he did upon waking up found Syvan. He was eager to go out in the world and find out what of the world he was missing out on. Just being there was not enough. He found the person he was looking for standing in the kitchen. The man was preparing food. He for one found no use for food as he was a god but he didn't see the harm in eating. Food was good for the body, he had heard the past gods say. His body was healthy with or without the food, being a god did come with its advantages."You are awake," Syvan stated hearing the approaching footsteps. "Yes," Daylen responded. "I need your help,' he added. Syvan gave him his attention. He continued to cook but his ears were listening to hear what the moon god needed. It was strange having the god in his house but he didn't have any other option but to act normal and not weird
The light of the sun hit the room through the window. Waking Daylen from his sleep. The little werewolf shook at the bits of his life that he had forgotten. It must have been ages back when he came to earth to experience the world for himself. Daylen wasn't sure he liked the experience he received. He pulled the blanket over his head and tried to catch some sleep. His mind was exhausted from the forceful torture of his memories returning. A scene played out in his mind. *** Daylen pulls the prince's body towards him. And presses his soft lips on the prince. Taking over the kiss. The prince's body coils into him. Seeking protection even as he punishes him with his tongue. His hips rock harder against Syvan encouraging him to go deeper. Syvan coaxes Daylen's lips open, just enough to let his tongue slide inside, his hands coming up to cup Daylen's cheek. The kiss is gentle and sweet. The perfect comfort for the two of them. Daylen matches each stroke of his tongue, tasting w
Birds cawing in the sky. Daylen rushed out of his room excited about the day. Casting aside all his fear and anxiety about leaving the room as he was filled with the joy of meeting Syvan. To inform Syvan that they weren't strangers to each other and had intact shared a bond in the past. He wasn't sure how long ago that was. The drugs in his veins had messed with his head and his genes. Daylen knew that as much as he might have been a moon god once he was certainly not anymore. If anything he was a broken god. He raced down to Syvan's room. In his excitement, he forgot to knock on the door before stepping into the room. Syvan's chambers were dimly lit with the curtains still drawn. It was impossible to make out anything inside. "I'll open the windows for him," Daylen thought out loud. As if on cue, the alarms beeps to life on Syvan's nightstand and he reaches out to silence it. His nose caught Daylen's scent in his room and he frowned. "What are you doing in my room?" he barked fe
Syvan stepped into the shower. The cold water hitting his body made him shiver. He clasped his hand to the wall gritting his teeth and resisting the urge to scream his heart out. Had he stayed in the room for much longer he would have reaped Daylen's heart out. All the anger and hatred he showed in the room were real. The only act he put on was pretending that he didn't care. Every ounce of blood in his veins was on fire. Something in Daylen's blood was hurting him. The blood cured him of the poison the witch injected him with but it was doing something to his body. Changing him in ways that Syvan couldn't understand. Daylen's blood wasn't ordinary. It was the blood of a werewolf and to top it up one of a god. His emotions were heightened but not as they usually were. It was multiplied by a thousand as compared to his normal state. Syvan was able to hear everything happening in town. Feel the emotions of every vampire within that rage and see through every thought that was passing
First love isn't always the last one. Soulmates don't necessarily have to end up together and not every love story has a happy ending. Daylen learned this from his past relationship. He was fated with the vampire prince. Destiny itself has written their names together and the universe was doing all that it can to tear them apart. Daylen wondered why star-crossed lovers exist when everything around them works to make sure they don't end up together. Daylen was lost in his mind. Unknown to him were the dangerous things he was doing. To him, the moment had frozen and he could take a breath but in a real sense, he was busy using Lyzia and her siblings to tear Emilio apart to avenge Syvan's mother. Syvan occupied his mind. The attraction he felt drawing him to his vampire grew stronger by the minute. The vampire was like a drug. With each second that they were close, Daylen got addicted. It was the only thing that crisscrossed his mind all day and night. His savior. The vampire prince
"A vampire that compelled a god to end a life. How can you call him compassionate?" the elder wondered. Daylen opened his mouth to put up a defense for Syvan but no words came out. A god killing someone wasn't a good look on him and didn't help his case. The previous night held a lot of incidences for him and Syvan. Daylen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You can judge me for what I did. I did it because she attacked Syvan," Daylen said. "So that made her life worthless in your eyes so much so that you put an end to her?" the elder asked unable to justify what Daylen did. "Funny you say that, where were you when I was trapped in a dungeon and used as a blood vessel for blood traders? Where were you or the other elders when my captors poisoned me and broke me, mind and soul?" Dylan raised questions. He needed the elders then, to save him from hell. The elders were nowhere to be seen when he was on the receiving end of people's cruelty but second, he acts to protect the on
"Love," Daylen got back on his feet beaming with new hope. "That's all I need to stop Syvan from ever endangering anyone," he added with confidence. The elder leaned her head to the side. Love has always defeated most evil in the past but she doubted that it would work on Syvan. Vampires weren't the easiest creatures to love. It was in their nature to kill and destroy and she doubted Syvan could be influenced to be different with love. However, the love in question was that of god. Such love is compelling and addictive. Drawing out devotion and submission from those who felt it. Which might work on subduing a vampire and avoiding the catastrophe that has been foreseen. "Syvan hates you for leaving him in the past. What makes you so sure that your plan will work?" the elder questioned. Her question was warranted. Syvan felt betrayed by Daylen. The vampire's heart had darkened slightly towards Daylen because of the male's decision to leave him and return to the moon palace. That too
Syvan's p.o.v I watched Daylen and Uri walk out of the summer palace to go in search of the shadow weaver. My eyes narrowed at their back with each step they take. "You have to kill Syvan," Uri's words replayed in my mind like a broken record. Uri wants me dead and she plans to use Daylen to achieve her motive. I won't let her get her way. The moon god is my mate. He is mine and I get to decide what he should or shouldn't do. And killing me is one of the most important things that Daylen isn't allowed to do. I was thankful for Dalyen's blood. It has heightened my hearing so much that I can hear through the soundproof walls around the house. It allowed me to spot the danger that had arrived at my house. The blood coursing through my veins wasn't normal. I am not the vampire I was yesterday and I most certainly won't stand to be threatened in my own home. "There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you," I turned around to find my childhood best friend Allegra walking towards