Novels by Deewrites

Lucien woke up in one of his many properties, a smaller mansion than the main one he lived in. He turned to face the other side of the bed. The vampire woman he had spent the night with was still asleep. He had barely touched her the entire night.Lucien sat up slowly, trying to not wake up the woman laying beside him. He ran his fingers through his hair. He couldn't remember how the night ended. He remembered arriving, remembered the distraction he was looking for. But that was all. His thoughts were absent. They hadn't been with her.Instead, they were where they'd been for days now.Wickery Bridge. The feeling of the cold water and her fragile body in his arms.Lucien stood, putting on his shirt and jacket without making a sound. He didn’t bother waking the woman. She wouldn’t care. Neither of them expected anything from each other.He left before the sun fully set.By evening, he was walking through the city, blending in. He fed well every time to avoid looking paler than he alr

For the first time in centuries, Lucien regretted leaving before he had answers. A day had gone by since the incident at Wickery Bridge. Every time he closed his eyes, the images from that evening returned. The cold water, the weight of her body in his arms, her pulse, proof that she was still alive. She was human. Too human and too fragile. Did she see his face? Feel his strength? Maybe he shouldn't have saved her. That thought was cruel but he risked exposing himself. The rules he had lived by for centuries were once more broken in seconds. But when he remembered her struggling, her running out of air, her fragile body, he knew he would do it again without hesitation.He asked himself why he was bothered about her. She probably didn't remember. Humans tend to forget. The shock, trauma and anxiety could have had its effects on her. She probably woke up to think it was a miracle.But then she opened her eyes briefly, even if unfocused, she had looked at him. And Lucien had lived lo

Katerina opened her eyes. At first, her vision was blurry. All she could hear were beeping machines. Slowly, her view became clearer. She tried to move, but she felt discomfort, light-headed, like she had hit her head. Where was she? she wondered.The smell of the hospital hit her nostrils. She hated hospitals. Ever since both of her parents died in a fatal plane crash three years ago, when she was sixteen years old. The smell, the sick people, the blood. She hated it all.Just then, the memories began to return. She remembered she left the house in a hurry. She was driving, and all of a sudden, she saw an animal- like a deer, in the middle of the road. She had tried to avoid hitting the animal when she lost control of the steering. She remembered screaming as loud as she could just before her car fell into the old Wickery Bridge.She could feel her breath slowly leaving her lungs. She struggled to open the door, but the pressure of the water was too much. Water was flooding her car

There was another vampire in the house.Lucien traced the vampire, and with full speed he caught up with him, holding the intruder by the collar and slammed him against the wall. Just then he realised who it was.“Darius,” he said, releasing him immediately. Darius straightened himself, letting out a quiet laugh. “Damn, you have gotten stronger,” Darius said.“You idiot.” Lucien replied. You should have announced yourself,” Darius grinned as Lucien pulled him into a brief embrace.“And ruin the surprise? Of course not.”Lucien stepped back, studying him.“You're back? It's been what? A decade?” Lucien asked. Walking towards the counter to pour some wine and blood into two glasses.“Yeah. I just got back. I had to come see you,” Darius replied. Darius was Lucien's right-hand man for almost a century.Lucien had saved him and turned him 92 years ago when he was dying at war, on the battlefield in the Army. He and Lucien had fought together in the army. They were so quick to become fr

I do not want to marry her, father,” Lucien said.Lucien Delacroix had faced wars for centuries without flinching, watched kingdoms burn in silence, entire bloodlines wiped out in his 272 years of existence, all sacrifices made to keep his people safe. Fear had never ruled him, pain had never slowed him.But this was different.He stood before his father, Alaric Delacroix, staring into his eyes.“I cannot marry her, I will not be forced into a marriage I do not want,” he said again, his voice steady.The room went quiet, so quiet that if a pin was dropped, the sound would echo across the purplished marble floor.Lucien's gaze shifted around the council table in his father's mansion. The vampires stared back. No one dared to speak. They had never seen the vampire prince this angry. His face turned paler than it already was, his fists clenched so hard that his nails pressed into his palm.Lucien's stomach twisted. He was the first born child and son of the most feared vampire king, the