Damian
As I walked down the corridor, I tried not to flinch at the guards bowing at every corner. I have not been here since forever. How ironic was the situation that the very place I tried to avoid is the very place where I will be staying for some time?
My parents were elated to hear my decision, but Melissa had looked at me dubiously. When I stood in front of the courtroom door, the guards asked for the scroll as per usual. I handed it to them. Who uses goddamn scrolls in this century?
They pushed open the door once they had finished going through it, bowing as I entered. I swept a glance across the room. All important aka power-mongering vampires and wizards were present in the room. I squared my shoulder and started walking towards the Queen, who had stood up and was desce
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{3 years laterâŠ} [Myra] The day begins like any other. The castle is now our permanent abode. Every day hasnât been filled with roses and peaches. There has been a number of ugly attempts of invasion, and there have been attempts at assassination, but somehow we have persevered. I make my way to my office where I know a tonne of paperwork will be waiting. But I sense my mateâs presence instead as I approach my office. As expected, he sits on one of the vacant chairs, flipping through a file. âI thought you needed to leave for another Pack/Nocturnal meeting.â I walk over to him and lean down to kiss him nonetheless. He abandons the file in favour of pulling me on his lap. I loop my arms around his neck and nip his bottom lip. âI did, but the alpha and the luna also want you to be present,â he murmurs against my lips. âHuh? Why?â I ask, pulling away. He shrugs. âI guess you are more popular and amiable than I am. At least that is what Celie reports.â I giggle at that but it i
[Celie] âLooking at him wonât change the inevitable.â I am startled by Andrewâs voice. I am not this oblivious. However, today can be exempted considering the whirlwind of stuff that happened and culminated to this day. I shoot a mild glare at him before turning back to look at the King who will probably be a memory when the sun rises next. âGo bother Alexandra,â I mutter as I lean back on the couch, a glass of deerâs blood in my hand. My taste buds have adjusted to the smell and taste miraculously. Alexandra said that it will take a while before I can go back to having âhumanâ food. I canât wait. Instead of doing what I suggested and going to Alexandraâs room, he takes a seat beside me. My heart doesnât flutter but I feel a knot form in my stomach. His presence has always done that. âHow do you feel about your new position?â he asks. I shrug. âIâll manage. I will give Damian a hell of a time.â I am not even kidding. That man will pay for what he did today. Only because today
[Damian] King. The Vampire king. That is what the former King uttered while placing the crown on my head. The weight of the golden crown and the powers seep into my skin as Elder Lana reads the decree, the responsibilities that entail the role. My eyes wander to my parents who look proud, to Melissa who stands grinning and towards my werewolf friends, who smile when our gazes meet. My gaze wanders to my mate, who is more nervous than I am even if she appears to be calm. She stands poised and beautiful. Mine. Possessiveness curls around my dead heart. The echo of these emotions has increased ever since she became my mate. I wonder once again what my earlier self would have felt if he got the chance to become the King. If he was given the chance to rule with his mate? But it is rhetorical, isnât it? Because we are the same. Myraâs eyes flicker to mine when she senses my gaze on her. Her eyes widen infinitesimally before her cheeks tint pink when she looks at the intent behind my gaz
[Myra]Jamie fills the silence with his non-stop chatter and it is a welcoming respite. Viola sits beside me in companionable silence, occasionally replying to Jamieâs quips with her own retorts and sometimes joking. Itâs a short journey and yet it feels stretched out. I feel sweat trickle down the nape of my neck, trickling down the spine. I shift a little and Viola immediately turns her attention towards me. âShould I crank up the AC?â Jamie asks, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. I nod. âThat would be great.â The make-up is a water-based one so one less worry about sweating away the hard work Viola had done. Out of the blue, another image crosses my mind like a memory long-forgotten. I see the glimpse of a castle at night and realise that Damian and suddenly I realise that what is now Andrewâs mansion, used to be our temporary home centuries ago. My throat closes at the thought. My fingers flex around the handle of a clutch purse. âAre you okay? Your heart is terribly
[Myra] What can an omega dream of in this Supernatural world which strictly follows hierarchy? Maybe finding a mate who is loving, or living a life without being beaten into submission. But becoming a Royal? Becoming a Queen? Maybe not. At least I did not have any such dream. I dreamt of a loving mate, a life free of slavery. But that is not what I got, not at the beginning at least. My parents left me or rather were forced to leave me behind while their lives were sucked out. âWhat are you thinking?â Violet asks me with a light pat on my shoulder. I blink out of my thoughts and shake my head. Itâs nothing serious after all, not anymore. âI swear, this dress was probably waiting for you,â Violet mutters as she straightens whatever crease was still visible even if a little. My gaze flickers back to my reflection â the red gown goes well with my pale skin. The sweetheart neckline and the off-shoulder straps, highlight my collarbone while the cinched corset style of the top makes my
[Celie]âNope. Not happening,â I shake my head vehemently at the proposition. What the fuck is this senile bloodsucker even saying? Elder Lana or so I reckon looks me up and down like Iâm some sort of untouchable and lowly being. They wouldnât be doing that if they knew how I defeated their revered High Queen. âWhy?â Damian counters on behalf of the King. I shoot him an icy look. Does he not get it? I am a newly transformed hybrid and someone who basically destroyed their mental albeit delusional image of a Queen who had never been someone they thought her to be, and he wants me to ask why. They will never accept me even if they comply with the Kingâs wish. âI think this girl is right, Your Highness,â Elder Elisa says primly, as if it pained her to agree with me. I scoff inwardly. Like I care, asshole. But the King shakes his head, slow but firm. âI have given my verdict. She⊠defeated the Queen. She saved me⊠I am grateful to her.â The voice is feeble but sincere, which is why I d
[Myra] I have never seen such mayhem. The covens were either hurling verbal insults at Celie or simply running to get their information across to their Elders. Celie has managed to create a barrier even though she didnât want to. If I am not wrong, itâs not easy to get hold of Elders. Usually, they either roam different parts of the world after serving their covens or packs or clans, or they simply go incognito which simply means that one wonât get hold of them until they want to. Some still stay back and act as the advisor or are simply there as a helping hand, someone who commands respect. There are a few and I bet the people who have gone, have gone to these few, who crave power, more power and try to keep the leaders of their concerned pack or coven or clan in check. âBloodsuckers and their stupid dead brains,â Celie muttered, âOi. You are one of them now,â Damian shoots back without any heat.âAs if I wanted to be one,â she retorts and gives Andrew a withering look which the ma
[Celie] I rush out of the throne room. I donât bother with whoever follows me, too pre-occupied and curios and not to mention basking in sheer joy in knowing that my potions and medicine still work, even though it hasnât been that long. I am swifter than I used to be which is the only good thing about being a bloodsucker. I can hear multiple footsteps behind me but I donât bother with them. What is important now is to see the King and what he has to say. When I enter, the King is already sitting up, looking less pale, less like a ball of flesh and bones and more like a vampire albeit too fragile to look menacing. I come to a halt and bow. âYour Highness.â I hear a few begin to whisper as they stand slightly afar, wary but curious. Alexandra and Andrew step forward, creating somewhat of a barrier between the crowd and me. âYou did an amazing job,â Andrew says in a low tone, his voice filled with awe.. I ignore his praise and the effect it has on me. âYou wanted to speak with me?â I
[Myra] We were near the castle gate; we spotted Kaia at the gate and it was like dĂ©jĂ vu as she came running towards us. âEverything is a mess!â âWhat happened?â Damian asks. âCelie was treating the King after I brought her the ingredients required. But then someone barged into the room and, looking at the king, they began to call the others. Everyone thinks that we are bluffing, and the King is still in that same state. We exchange a worried glance before hurrying towards the Queenâs chambers and I can only gape at the sight as I spot Andrew and Alexandra standing guard, their expressions menacing while a vampire, Caleb I think leers, âOh câmon, you want us to believe that this is the dead King? That shrivelled up thing?â Another she-vampire, agrees in a nasal tone, âHe is right. You canât really feed us such bullshit. Why did you get the news and we did not? And why should we believe you without proof?â I glance at Damian and find him looking pissed at the hubbub. We are ab