(Reagan's POV)A Pureblood Galerian.Was that the outcome if I chose to drink blood? Surely, it was Ryder's choice, but why would dad want me to know this? He already told me all I needed to know, or maybe he wasn't specific entirely."Ryder, a Pureblood Galerian? Please elaborate," I said. To be honest, I was half worried and half curious but either way, I had to know.He nodded in affirmation. "Yes. A Pureblood Galerian, well to be specific, a Vampirian, in classification to a type of breed or specie."I tilted my head to the side. "So, how did you came to be a Vampirian then?"Ryder paused for a moment and looked at my dad for a go signal. "Is it okay, Luke?"My dad nodded in agreement. "Yes, go ahead, kid."Ryder averted his gaze back to me, his look that meant serious business. If this information was going to be gruesome for my own good, I was seriously going to be pure Galerian all the way.He started to speak in his velvety voice. "I met Luke 10 years ago in Cleveland. He was
(Derek's POV)Ancient Thera, the classical city of the island of Santorini was located on Mesa Vouno, 396 m. above sea level. If my memory serves me right, it was founded in the 9th century B.C by Dorian colonist whose leader was Theras, and continued to be inhabited until the early Byzantine period.Luke called his friend and Alerian historian for further information. According to him, Santorini Island was the last documented sighting of Sephrina after she invoked the prophecy, gave or take a few decades or so. At some point, some Alerians had migrated to the city when the Sacred Law of Coexistence was created, thus gave them the freedom to do whatever they wanted. He said she resided there for some time, but it wasn't proven that the city was her final resting place. But, there was a temple built in honor of her mother, Chezahrina, so maybe there had to be something in there worth finding.After all, that was what the inscription said.Αρχαία Θήρα [Ancient Thera]Knowing we were des
(Reagan's POV)'This is what happiness feels like,' I thought as I lie here in bed with Derek next to me in his hotel suite, his arm heavy across my waist. The night was peaceful, the only sound heard was the ocean's crashing waves, and I had nowhere else I wanted to be.I still had a lot of questions to ask about him being a pureblood. It was still a mystery to me and as far as I know, vampires were cold to the touch and well, he was warm like a human being."Dee," I started. "How come your warm and soft to hug? I thought vampires are cold and hard as marble?"He took on a somber look as he replied. "We are cold to the touch by humans my beloved and no, we aren't solid and hard like marble."I frowned, still confused. "But you're warm to me.""I think it has something to do with you being part pureblood," he answered with a bemused look.I couldn't be too sure but somehow, his speculation could be right. After all, Galerians came to be from a union of an Alerian and a pureblood. It w
(Reagan's POV)'Honey, wake up,' a voice resonated in my head.I groaned softly. Who in their right mind was crazy enough to wake me up telepathically?'Sweetheart, it's me. Your dad. Rise and shine.'Oh boy. My dad was just as bad as Cooper. The two of them would make a great 'lets annoy Reagan' team. I could feel it in my bones.Slowly, I opened my eyes and was greeted by a gorgeous man who was still asleep.Derek.His six-foot-two body wrapped around my five-foot-seven frame was something I'd started to get used to. It felt natural to have his body pressed up against mine, his long, sculpted limbs curled around mine and muscular arms wrapped around my upper torso like a cocoon. I felt safe, secured and protected.God, I sound so cheesy.'Reagan?'I rolled my eyes. Dad, I'm awake,' I replied then remembered about his injury. 'How's your wound?''It's okay now. It healed nicely. Don't worry.''Are you sure?' I asked, wanting to be sure that he was okay, though he was a Galerian.'Yes
(Reagan's POV)'Come on, Reagan. Concentrate,' I jeered internally.I tried imagining the lid popping out as I concentrated further, my head hurting from intense focus.As the throbbing in my head increased, the desperation of willing the damn thing to open dwindled and finally, I gave up. Nothing happened. What a load of horse dung."Darn it!" I growled, glaring at the piece of crap. "Why don't you just open?"Derek placed his hand on my shoulders. "Calm down, ma cherie," he said soothingly. "Don't force it."I scoffed but didn't bother to reply. To hell with that thing."Maybe we should check out the intricate designs around the object," Cooper suggested and I looked up. "There might be something there."For once, the immature pureblood had contributed something productive. Twirling the cylinder around with meticulous eyes, nothing was out of place. Just some detailed designs and what not, but when my eyes landed on a Greek word engraved in the middle, I frowned."αίμα""Dee," I sai
(Bryson's POV)Attending a tribunal wasn't something a supernatural being would look forward to. In the human world, criminals or offenders were put in the mercy of the jury as they wait for their impending doom.But, the tribunal was no ordinary justice system. No, not at all.The Pillars and the Elders were the tribunal itself.This came to be when the Sacred Law of Coexistence was created. They thought that having this kind of justice system would keep us all in check, but they were out of their senses. The Pillars had clearly forgotten what those bloodsucking vermins did to our kind in the past, but who knows? Maybe this was all a facade for getting along with them. Like I said, hatred comes a long way. The same thing could be said to the purebloods.To be honest, I was worried for Rebecca. Though we had a rough history, she didn't deserve the wrath of these powerful entities. They could be ruthless and unjust at times, but whatever they decide was absolute. So far, no one dared d
(Bryson's POV)The trial dragged on as the Elders and The Pillars took turns in questioning Rebecca and Lynus with the same old thing just like a year ago.Rebecca's family were on the edge of their seats waiting for the sentence while Lynus' family held in a blank expression on their faces. Yet, deep inside, I knew their emotions were in turmoil, fearing for Lynus' life. Though they may be purebloods, good old familial ties still applied them, no matter how arrogant and unfeeling they were.Sighing, I managed to suppress my eyes from rolling at this. I didn't want to sound like an insensitive prick but was there a need to prolong the process? Clearly, the big dogs wanted to show off their superfluous words and their ostentatious way of dealing the justice system.Unlike the humans, it was systematic and fair. There was a judge, a lawyer to represent the convicted, witnesses testifying and a jury to decide their fates.If the humans saw this, I bet they would laugh at how idiotic our
(Derek's POV)All throughout dinner, Luke kept staring at Reagan and I with that wary expression that I knew all to well. His unspoken worry for his daughter's safety had him on edge because this was after all a forbidden relationship.This was a big gamble on my part, me being an Elder. Not only am I compromising Reagan's life but mine as well.When my family, especially my father, knows about this, he was sure to go hell bent in screaming at the top of his lungs about how stupid and reckless I was in tarnishing the family name and all the things they held dear all in the name of Kolinkar legacy.But, they had no idea that our family carried a secret that bounded me and Reagan to the prophecy.A prophecy that may end my life.However, I had a gut feeling my father knew something about our ancestor, Constantine. It was odd that he never mentioned about him, not even my great grandfather as well.Then again, secrets were after all left hidden.We decided to head back to New York tomorr