Chapter Nine
Zeke
I crossed my leg over the other, watching as the others walked into the large high ceiling hall in an orderly manner. The large and expansive hall had glass windows, and blue lights shone down from the chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling.
I counted in my mind, till I thought I'd lose it.
Master Vignar. Master Killian. Master Ragnarok. Master-
“May the members rise?” A loud voice boomed. Several cloaked figures rose to their feets, myself included. Golden cups filled with blood were placed in front of each member.
We went through the beginning ritual, while I tried to calm my racing nerves.
The founders of The Prestigious Royal Circle had decided that a gothic and eerie atmosphere would add to the prestige of the Circle. And here we were, with cloaked figures like some wizards.
“Let the meeting begin.” Master Killian, the vampire in charge of keeping order said.
A ram of a golden staff on the large oak table which stretched down to the e
