OLAMIDE
There was a myriad of emotions surging in and out of me as I looked into the empty coffin. My brother was alive. That alone would make anyone jump high in excitement but not me. The truth only paralyzed me. I remembered what Axel had said. Vampires did not toy around with their meals. Someone had been so interested in my brother that they took him away from him, stalked me as he was buried, and unearthed him when no one was looking.
"How do you feel?" Sofiane asked.
I ignored his question and chose to ask one of my own. "What happens after a vampire turns a human?" I had so many questions after that but that one lingered in my head more. There was no way my brother would have abandoned me if he got a second chance at life. Irrespective of how he got it. Deji would have come to meet me. He would have told me about his new state and the fact that he didn't show up to do any of that propped up so m
I almost thought Candice would keep Olamide's body. Was it out of fear of Jason killing her for the second time?
Satake continued to look at the radiating mark imprinted on David's palm. All he could grasp from the rubbish the warlock spewed was that he could be a relic. Except, Satake has never even heard of the term before despite being very fluent with the creatures of the supernatural society. "Are you implying that I am a relic? What the hell does that mean?" "You are a fox. One of the seven rare species of shifters in the world." Satake's eyebrows went up with suspicion the moment David finished his sentence. He looked at the insignia printed on David's palm before staring him dead in the eye. "You didn't test me, how in the world do you know this?" A wave of nausea rushed through David as he realized his error. Of course, Satake was extremely distrusting of witches and David had single-handedly made things worse. The Beta would think he was a stalker or worse... What if Satake began to suspect that David w
OLAMIDE "Look out!" I screamed, pushing Sofiane back at the last moment. I knew Jason could be murderous and having a brutal temper was one thing but what ran through Jason's mind was murderous intent. The man in front of me had become a merciless psycho. Sofiane fell into the pit and the unsteady earth collapsed on him. Jason's claws retracted at the last minute but he couldn't stop his march of insanity. His body crushed mine and sent me flying. I tasted blood in the corners of my mouth as my back hit my brother's grave piece, my sight went hazy. I saw Jason revert to his human form and rush to my aid. My back burned and I could swear I had broken a rib. It was practically impossible for me to stand to my feet or even focus. "Are you alright?" Jason asked, cupping my face. He was clearly worried. "You're bleeding badly." He said, right before he reached for my hand. I watched dutifully as he flicked t
Crimson lane was a no-go area for many. It was a nest for vampires where the laws of the natural world and the supernatural were suspended. Whatever happened to you in the no-go area was entirely the consequence of one's actions. So Yasmin Maplewood had to thread with caution. She felt predatory eyes on her. The hunger was heavy and it burned like the afternoon heat. Despite being summoned by Lilith herself, Yasmin still had to be wary of the vampires that stalked her from their apartments. Some wouldn't be able to handle the sunlight but many could and it was wise to put to the thought that one of them would just be crazed enough to burst outside and suck her dry. The mere notion of that made Yasmin's throat itch. She felt unsafe and the prying crimson eyes that peeked here and there didn't make it easier for her. "I'm here to see Lilith!" She screamed in place of the overwhelming silence. Her shout was to no one in particular yet it served as a deterren
ROMANIA 1780"I hear his skin is a russet of red and brown," Countess Wilhemina heard her servants whisper as she knitted to kill time. Her throat could not help but itch as they continued to describe the strange foreigner's distinct features. They talked about his wooly hair, his exotic accent, and swooned over the color of his eyes. Not once did they describe him in a manner that might suggest that they were afraid of him. Their gossip made Wilhelmina want to see this strange foreigner for herself."And where is this foreigner?" Wilhelmina chipped in, successfully hiding her curiosity.The maids who were unaware that their mistress was listening in on their conversation went gaunt. Wilhelmina stood her feet and approached the looking glass. She looked porcelain white from malnutrition and her shoulder blades were practically shooting out. If she did not go hunting for food tonight, Wilhe
ROMANIA 1780 Weeks went by and an unholy relationship was born between the foreign prince and the vampire Countess. He treated her as she had always wanted. Mamuwalde made her feel human. What started out as an attraction borne from conflicting agendas resulted in love and one stolen night, Mamuwalde told his love to flee with him to Africa. Although flattered, Wilhelmina knew a happy ending was nothing but futility for them. Dracula was used to having his way and the Countess knew the moment her husband realized he had been received, he would come for them both. So she rejected Mamuwalde's offer of a happily ever after. But the foreigner, like many of his kind, was a fierce lover. He put a musket in his lover's small hands and instructed that she kill her husband when he was most susceptible. He was certain his plan was foolproof and perhaps it was but later that night, when Wilhelmina withdrew the musket to end her mons
OLAMIDE The afternoon sunlight hit my cheeks as I did my possible best to avoid looking in Jason's direction. I felt guilty. Horrible even. Sofiane hadn't mentioned that he had hurt Axel on his way to get to him. Even with the antidote coursing through his veins, Axel was still unconscious and going through what Jason had called a neuropathic pain which was why we were on our way to the home of his pack's doctor. "The first morning you gain your freedom, you manage to fuck up one of my best Betas, and for what? To dig up your brother's grave? How fucked up is that?" Jason ranted. "Fucked up," I scoffed. "You have no right telling me what is fucked up and what is not. You are a werewolf, you can intrude on my thoughts, You are capable of murder and I'm pretty sure that is not your first rodeo in that department. The life I am currently trapped in is what is fucked up and since you want to know so bad, I
JASON Pearl had a point. My distrust was tearing my already strained relationship with Olamide. As much as I didn't want that, I just couldn't be sure I could cause myself to be honest. It was funny to reflect on because Devin was the one who had much more baggage. His mate had seen him kill both her parents in the cruelest of ways. She hated him. Yet for some strange reason, Devin knew he could trust her completely. As I walked the house to find where Olamide was hiding, I questioned myself. Why couldn't I have faith in my mate? I heard things rustling around in the kitchen and went ahead to check. Olamide was reclined on a chair as she sipped water from a glass. Her eyes were fixated on the ring I had gifted her and sneaking into her mind, I could tell she was wondering what magic I had performed with the ring back at the graveyard. I observed her from a distance. She was beautiful because all I could think about from
OLAMIDE I met his lips again, wondering what the hell I was doing. I was supposed to be thinking of ways to find my brother. At least, figure out a way to find David Flament but here I was, drowning out my insecurities with the touch and kisses of a broken man. Jason ended the kiss and put space between us. "I want to see you, Olamide." He explained in a voice filled with sensuality. "All of you." What did he want to see, I wondered as I looked into those doe eyes expecting an answer to creep out of his perverted thoughts. With nothing but gory images of the filthy things he wanted to do go me oozing out of his mind, I proceeded to speak. I had not the slightest idea what Jason wanted of me "I-" "Let me see you," He repeated, his finger making a circular movement on the surface of my swollen lips. His face looked sincere and adoring, but his mind, a completely different story. Understa