Bound To The Vampire Lord

KHLOEA banquet was what it was. There was no other way to describe it.It was a splendid one, too, as expected. There were rosettes standing lonely and beautiful in glass vases. The hall had a highceiling, white, such that if you looked above you would experience afeeling similar to that of staring at the heavens on a cloudy day.Below, rugs of fine fur adorned the black marble floor. Candles filled every inch of the halls, glowing a kindly, warm yellow, each one standing on solid metal ornate candle holders. The light from the candle fire reflected onto the glossy floor, and when one looked at it, the black marbles resembled a river of oil afire.It was beautiful. Fire was such a beautiful thing that if you did not know what it was, what it could do, you let it draw you to it. Khloe had once seen a moth drawn to a flame. It burned in seconds, leaving behind the smell of singed ants.That was what I felt about Caleb. He was like fire, burning everything thing he touched. Every girl in

CALEBHours before the ceremony, hours before choosing Khloe, I stood in front of the enormous, ornate-framed mirror in my quarters, preparing myself for the ceremony.I hated my birthday. I hated it the way the Blood Moon pack hated vampires: with a bestial ferocity that had not diminished over the years. I loathed the loudness, the audacious pomp and pageantry of it, the unnecessary flourish that accompanied it every passing year.It was not that I did not like parties or partying. No. Far from it. It was the forced excitement that I loathed, the way it was done, lacklustre despite all its shininess. It was done like most obligatory things were done. I loathed that falseness very deeply, despised it even more. I had long since come to learn that werewolves, on certain occasions, had a thirst for wine that could rival the burning thirst vampires had for human blood. There was time like that, I knew, a time of unbridled thirst, unbridled longing, and not just for blood. For land.

TYBALDTo Tybald, there were only two things important in this world: his family and the Blood Moon pack. They were, however, interchangeable as the Blood Moon pack was and had always been his family, and at the same time, his family, Caleb, his wife, they were the same as the pack. Family was like a pack—once you had them, you could never lose them. You could never give them away, even if you wanted to. They left their marks all over a man, paw-prints in the soil, proof that the were there once. That they would always be present, even when they were not. Tybald understood this well, perhaps more than any person he had ever known. How could he not? The war of wolves and vampires had ended nearly a lifetime ago, fought and won when there was not yet salt in his hair, when he was young and brutishly strong. Yet those that he had loved and lost to the battle were there with him, they walked at his side in the light and in the shadows. His father, blood brothers, his wolf brothers. At ni

KHLOE"Khloe Hamilton?'' The name echoed from the nook and cranny of the entire room ,everyone turned their heads puzzled as to why he had picked the most accursed person in the entire pack to be mate."Khloe Hamilton , I choose Khloe " he affirmed what she had just heard a moment ago this time facing where she stood . Everyone followed the directions of his gaze and soon all eyes were upon her like a thousand arrows each piercing deep into her soul. Khloe retraced her steps back into the shadow she had earlier been in , she turned her head and could still see the look of anger ,shock and all manner of despondecy on Cassie's face . Cassie watched Caleb closely checking to see if he was truly insane and as if acting to drive her more crazy Caleb stretched his hand into the darkness he had seen Khloe descend into motioning for her to take his hands ."What is he trying to do?" Khloe thought to herself."Was he trying to humiliate her in the worse way possible ?" Khloe thought to

MELVIN"Memories." The one thing Mel hated most about being a nine century vampire .The picture of the wolf girl he had seen was still stuck in his subconscious mind like a soul attached to a body and as he stretched himself over his bed that evening to sleep he couldn't help but ponder about the beautiful features he had seen.Mel rebuked himself for thinking that way ,he was an Asgardian and shouldn't be thinking of such ,not with the several vampire women constantly seeking his attention and he wished he could sex, Mel would have appreciated the attention he was getting if not for his condition , a condition that was known in secret to just few people that were close to him.He remembered the night he had made the pact like as if yesterday , he had laid on his dead bed at the point of death ,he listened as his mother had called upon the moon goddess for help in deep supplication. The moon goddess had listened to her pleas for help and Mel would make a pact with the moon godd