Rhazian
My children had performed exceptionally well, leaving the discarded body of the dead wolf where they would be certain his pack would find it. As commanded, they left a wake of destruction in their path, one that would lead the pack straight to my doorstep. It had only taken two days for the wolves to seek me out and find themselves bound with silver, locked in the various rooms in the mansion for my experimentation. They had foolishly attacked, thinking my children would be unprepared.
Much like my first experiment in turning a wolf, several others had failed. I searched the deepest corners of my memory, trying to dredge up any information I could recall about the wolves’ weaknesses. Silver hadn’t worked. It kept their wolf at bay until just after the t
Taylor Aro stiffened beside me as I practically danced up the steps to the door. Even had I not known about the hybrid’s war; it was well known throughout the witch’s world that Fae were a particularly tasty treat for vamps. Rather than be afraid of the vampires standing guard, I marveled at their self-control. My mother had always told me that vampires would lose themselves to a feeding frenzy at the slightest scent of a fairy. I wasn’t sure why the presence of so many of them didn’t unnerve me, but I didn’t waste time considering it as I made my way to the door. As if he had be
I woke up panting, unable to catch my breath. The room was still bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, but it wasn’t enough to chase away my nightmare. I rolled on my side to find Rhazian sleeping peacefully beside me. I couldn’t help noticing he had chosen to stay about the blankets. He looked angelic when he slept, his arm casually tossed above his head, his lips parted slightly as his chest rose and fell to the steady rhythm of his breathing. I couldn’t resist letting my fingers play through his shortly cropped hair. “What are you doing?” his voice was husky as he grabbed my hand from his hair. My heart was racing as I tried to pull my hand away only for him to hold it tight against his chest. The moonlight filtering into
RhazianI was slightly taken aback by Taylor’s question. I had always had a heartbeat. The human myths that my kind were a living dead were just that, myths. I considered my mate for a moment as I chose my words. “What do you know of my kind?” I asked her. “Not much really. Most of what I’ve learned came from the media.” She smiled sheepishly. “I know not all of it is true, but I always assumed that vampires had to die to turn.” “Not exactly. Even the ones who were turned are still living.” I frowned. “We drain them just to the cusp and feed them our own blood, but even before we began turning others, we were alive. Without Apollo’s curse, we had been what you would call superhuman.&rdqu
The child was different then the rest of my kind. I noticed right away that she seemed compelled to follow any instructions I gave her, as if I held some form of control over her. We couldn’t send her back into the world without drawing unwanted attention, so I did the only thing I could think of, ordering her to stay. I spent the next year learning to control my progeny, teaching her the ways of my kind. Her thirst was stronger, wielding more control over her, than the rest of my kind. Even the blood of a fresh kill did nothing to sate her appetite. My hold on her remained ironclad, strengthening with each day, keeping her from running feral into the woods. I lived in constant fear that my hold on the girl would drop at anytime and she would run straight into the human world, slaughtering everyone in her path. She had been
Shoving her roughly inside my small hut, I shut the door behind me. Her head jerked wildly around, looking for an escape that couldn’t be found. Realizing the only way out was through me, the woman charged at me, her hands clawing at my skin as I wrapped her tightly in my arms. She shrieked, screaming nonsense as she struggled against my hold. “You are mine.” I jeered as she continued to struggle. She lifted her chin to meet my eyes, defiance burning in her own. She flinched as I moved one hand to brush the hair from her neck. Her screams were deafening as I bit her, my fangs breaking through her flesh in search of the vein in her neck. Every fiber of my being hoped that this would work, that Saveta wasn’t a result of the Goddess inte
Taylor “Wait, Enki and Apollo are the same being?” “All of the gods, even some of the goddesses are just other names Apollo has used over the millennia. There are only four celestial beings, Selene, Mab, Nyx, and Apollo as he has chosen to be called.” Rhazian responded. “What happens if your curse is lifted?” I asked. Rhazian’s story had made it seem that it was possible. “What becomes of you?” “I have tried over the years to have it lifted, going so far as to seek out witches that held no issue with my kind. I suppose that I would return to what I was before, what you would call a superhuman, but I’ve come to the
Tyler “Calm down darling. Destroying your office won’t accomplish anything.” Celeste cooed. She had found me breaking furniture in my office. Aro had called to inform me that he had delivered the girl to Rhazian and found wolves turned vamp. The missing towns and sudden silence from the pack I had been in contact with made sense now. The vamp had somehow turned them, something we were supposed to be immune to. Aro had informed me that I wasn’t bound by the contract they had signed with the self-proclaimed demi-god, his initial request that I stand down was simply so they could fulfil their side of the deal by delivering her. “You’re right, my love.” I sighed. “This doesn’t solve anything. I need to
Taylor Rhazian had insisted we stop so that I could tend to my needs and stretch my legs. We had been driving for hours without stop by the time he pulled into the deserted rest area. I wasn’t certain where we were going, but he seemed to be following an instinctual pull to the vampire he called daughter. I wondered what she would be like as I walked around the dimly lit path around the main building. He had told me she was turned at fourteen, being a made vampire had stopped her aging. She was nearly as ancient as my mate, though she was trapped in the body of a child. I made my way back to the car, satisfied that I had stretched my legs enough to continue our journey. As I drew closer, I saw Rhazian through the windshield, the driver seat laid back, his arm tossed casually over his eyes. I felt a twinge of guilt at