Standing directly in front of me, I had to crane my neck up just to meet his gaze. That was the first time I took note of just how tall he was. I’d known he was tall; I’d assumed as much from watching him from the rooftop that fateful night, but up close like this… He towered over me, making me feel short. And by no means was I considered short. At 5’10, I was technically taller than the average human male. But then again, he wasn’t human.Just like that night when we’d first met, his bloodstained eyes remained fixated on me, unblinking, the crimson orbs boring into me like they saw through my very soul. Fear stirred up with each second longer his crimson gaze lingered on me, but I refused to let it show. The part of me that prided itself in strength refused to show any more weakness to this male.“It’s a shame that it had to be you.” He started, the timbre of his deep voice erupting goose pimples all over my skin. It could have just been my imagination, but his face looked almost mel
Standing directly in front of me, I had to crane my neck up just to meet his gaze. That was the first time I took note of just how tall he was. I’d known he was tall; I’d assumed as much from watching him from the rooftop that fateful night, but up close like this… He towered over me, making me feel short. And by no means was I considered short. At 5’10, I was technically taller than the average human male. But then again, he wasn’t human.Just like that night when we’d first met, his bloodstained eyes remained fixated on me, unblinking, the crimson orbs boring into me like they saw through my very soul. Fear stirred up with each second longer his crimson gaze lingered on me, but I refused to let it show. The part of me that prided itself in strength refused to show any more weakness to this male.“It’s a shame that it had to be you.” He started, the timbre of his deep voice erupting goose pimples all over my skin. It could have just been my imagination, but his face looked almost mel
A sickly sweet smile peeked at me through the bars of the cell, its owner’s dark eyes gleaming with merriment as they peered down at me. Alistair. He was back and the gleeful expression on his face made my stomach twist into a tight knot. I hadn’t expected his presence again so soon, not after the debacle from earlier with the Royal, but my expectation wasn’t reality. He was here and the look on his face told me something bad was about to happen. Alistair wasn’t alone this time. A new face stood to the side of him, the new male’s expression stoic as he stared down at me, his face unreadable. He was an abomination as well, a vampire most certainly. I could tell that much from how unrealistically good-looking he was. He was tall, taller than Alistair from what I could tell and his large body was packed with muscle. Merely looking at him, I could tell he was a fighter. And a deadly one at that. There was a certain aura around him that let me know he was a far greater threat to me than
“Michail, can I speak to you for a moment.” No pain. The cracking of the whip as it lashed my skin never sounded, and hesitantly I peeled my eyes open to find out why. Lord Michail had stopped in place, his head turned ever so slightly to the female who had entered the prison. She stood a few steps away from the entrance, her form clad in a black knee-length dress that was a stark contrast against her pale skin. She was beauty personified, with the clearest pair of blue eyes I’d ever seen and a body befitting a supermodel. Her presence didn’t suit the ambience of the prison. “I’ve warned you not to interrupt me while I’m busy.” Lord Michail snapped, his grip on the whip tightening. I saw the fear in Eliza’s blue eyes the moment he snapped at her and she cautiously took a step back before seeming to gain some courage. “This is important.” “What is it?” “I understand that you enjoy playing with your new toy but you’re risking all our lives by keeping that girl here. You have
Chapter 15My scalp tingled as fingers sifted through my hair, the touch gentle as they ran through my long hair. What was going on here? My head felt like a haze had settled over it and I could hardly think clearly. I was sprawled out on the ground, my head rested on what felt like a person’s lap. The sound of nature floated around me, making me feel strangely at ease. Birds were chirping and I could faintly make out the sound of a flowing river. The smell of grass tickled my nostrils and my confusion only grew.Where was I? Hadn’t I been in the cell?The hand sifted through my hair again and my body unwittingly relaxed, a strange calm washing over me with the action. I found myself leaning into the touch, craving more of the tenderness. Confused, I blinked my heavy lids open, intent on figuring out who this person was but a haze of white blurred my vision, masking the stranger’s face in shadows. I could only make out the faint silhouette of what appeared to be a woman staring dow
Royals blood had strong healing properties. Strong enough to revive a person from the brink of death when ingested. Because of this, Royal’s blood was a very rare and highly sought commodity. There were so few royals still alive after the last battle for the throne and the number of royals willing to give their blood out was even lower. Especially since blood was a major catalyst to initiate the change. Very few were willing to hand their blood out and risk the creation of fledglings they had no knowledge of. Before now, I’d never had a reason to use my blood to heal someone, let alone a human but I couldn’t bear to see the hunter writhe in pain. It almost felt like I was the one who was hurt. I couldn’t stand to see the female who killed my brother writhe in pain. How laughable. All that talk about making her pay for what she’d done, now look at me. Healing her with my blood and staring at her unconscious form like a love-sick puppy. I didn’t even realise when my hand began stroki
“I warned everyone to steer clear of this place, did I not?” The royal said, his deep voice full of authority as his hand rested on Alistair’s throat. He didn’t yell, in fact, his tone was almost gentle and that was what made it so terrifying. Despite not raising his voice, I could feel the fury oozing off him in waves. It was enough for the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end even though I wasn’t the one his fury was directed at. I could only imagine what Alistair was feeling. The vampire struggled, clasping at the royal’s hand in an attempt to free himself. An obviously futile attempt. He was no match for the Royal. “You did, Lord Elias.” Alistair croaked through constricted vocal cords, his eyes wide as he struggled to breathe. “Yet you go behind my back anyways and even dare lay hands on my prisoner.” “It was her fault. She… She…”“It’s her fault you disobeyed my orders? Do you take me for a fool?” The royal’s crimson eyes narrowed, his grip growing tighter until a si
“Oh don’t glare at me like that. It’s been years since we last saw each other. You’re finally back home, that’s plenty of reason to be happy.” Alistair said with a smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. He hadn’t changed even a bit despite all the time that had passed but that was to be expected. He was a vampire after all, an abomination. Once their kind reached a certain age, they froze into their appearances, never again aging no matter how much time passed. Alistair was more than 5 centuries old but didn’t look a day over 35. The vampire’s dark hair was slicked back, without a single strand of hair out of place. It was the hairstyle I’d always known him with and on more than one occasion I’d wondered how much gel was used to get the hair that way. I imagined it would be rock solid if touched. A black leather jacket had been thrown over his large body, a black shirt underneath with a matching pair of tight, shiny leather trews. As always, his fashion sense was questionab
ALLISON’S POV When I peeled my heavy lids open, I found myself laying on the floor, darkness surrounding me as a feeling similar to what I imagined having your skull split open felt like radiated through my head. It felt like a bomb had gone off in my skull. The pounding only increased when I tried to lift my heavy body off the ground. My hand came up to rub my temple in an attempt to ease some of the pain but I was met with resistance as the sound of chains faintly echoed in the room. I blindly felt at my wrist, my confusion and panic growing at the feeling of metal cuffs connected to chains. Both my wrists had been shackled by heavy metal, my range of movement limited. The hell? Where the fuck was I? Why was I bound and why did I feel like I’d just had a head-on collision with a truck? I racked my brain, trying to piece together what had happened before I’d passed out but I pulled up blank, my headache only worsening from the mental exertion. What the hell is going on?