"You did this to him?" Amell frowned as he poked his finger into the side of Vladimir's face as if the Vampire was a weird specimen. "Is he dead?" "Can't you say something nice!" Esmeray grumbled swatting his hand away from her poor future husband's face. "I am already freaking out. He proposed to me last night. He can't just randomly decide to die after announcing that we are getting married in two days." "You messed him up pretty bad. Look at all the dried blood around his ears, not to mention his blue lips and the ugly dark circles under his eyes. I won't blame him if he threw your jinx arse out of his castle after waking up." "Amell!" Esmeray growled at the brat determine to drive her crazy. She was positive if Amell did not stop testing her patience she will be so close to committing some kind of bodily violence. "It's alright I know you are stressed." Amell sighed sadly before giving her shoulder a gentle sympathetic squeeze. "But for what it is worth remember if the King di

The Neutral Grounds. A place no one thought they will have to gather until everyone receive the infamous White Scrolls they dread. The only scroll that had the power to summon a King or Queen to the Neutral Grounds. White Scroll also referred to as a Royal Decree was laid on for instant actions. This decree was used in case of an apocalypse, a calamity that risked the existence of the supernatural world or when the beings from myths threatened to resurface. Covered in fur from head to toe the Oak King sat on the head of the black round wooden table set in the middle of the snow-covered clearing vast enough to hold several nations. The clearing was surrounded by mountains covered by the exceptionally expanded treeline. The temperature of the Neutral Grounds was below freezing point, a mortal would hardly survive an hour in the climate. "The Rightful King of Beasts, the Ruler of the Kingdom of Lycans Aric King has arrived on Neutral Grounds the territory of Ackley the Oak King." One

Standing there Esmeray stared at the King of Dragons. His long hair was tied at the base of his neck in a messy bun, a telltale that he had tied them in a hurry. His eyes were flickering between their orange shade and pitch-black shade. Esmeray knew the Dragon residing in his soul had sensed a potential threat in her. And he was fighting to come out and meet her. Yet Aidan Draco was holding his Dragon back. Her gaze momentarily lingered on the swollen purplish veins that spread from the base of his neck to his left cheek. His body appeared to be recovering from a lethal poison that might have slowed his healing ability which explained why he was holding a hiking stick in his hand right hand. But even in his beaten-up form, the Dragon King looked majestic. Like a barbaric warrior who had just stepped out of a bloodied battlefield. Everything about Aidan Dragon screamed war and violence. A destructive creature. Taking her eyes off the Dragon King Esmeray looked into her invisible po

"If anyone has a problem with my appearance then they are welcome not to look my way. We are not here to fit in or seek any validation from anyone. So kindly refrain from telling me where I belong or not. The three of us are here just to keep an eye on my groom for protection purposes." Esmeray spoke unfazed by her mother's taunt. "Why do you think the Vampire King needs your protection?" Aric King asked with genuine confusion. It was hardly believable that a man of Vladimir's reputation would need someone's protection. The Vampire was a walking unhinged hazard. "What can I say? It's heartbreaking to admit it out loud that the Vampire won't sleep with me before our marriage so I am forced to protect his dee dee till our wedding night." Esmeray let out with a rueful shake of her head making Aric bit back a smile. "You are making it sound like you are marrying me for my body." Even though his tone was bored Vladimir's cheeks turned flaming red at his little brat's words who was dete

Esmeray stirred at the feel of the faint touch of cold fingers against her skin. Despite her mind being covered in the thick fog of sleep she moaned at the sparks going off on her skin at a familiar touch. The pointed tips of her ears twitched at the sound of muffled sobs coming from her left, bringing her out of her sleep-hazed state. Esmeray opened her eyes, blinking them rapidly to adjust to the room's low light. The moment her sight focused her eyes fell on Vladimir's face. She frowned at the tears rolling down his face as he stared at her legs. Despair settled at the pit of her stomach as she realized Vladimir was examining her scars. It almost felt like a dream seeing the Vampire King in a trance as his fingers gently traced over the thick scared tissues hidden beneath the ink on her legs. "Do they still hurt?" Esmeray’s heart twisted in knots at hearing the tremble in his voice. Somehow Esmeray knew he was not talking about physical pain. Her wounds had healed a long time