Breathless, drained, turned out, he could barely open his eyes but he had to. He must to. “My lady?” Confused, that was all he could say. No response from her. He pulled her away from him, staring at her through vision blurred with tears—blood—he had snapped her neck during his throes of pleasure. He dazedly pressed an index finger over his bleeding bite wounds to help seal it. “Cat…C-Catalina?” he choked out again, a pain like knife sticking through his heart. He leaped away from the divan and bounded outside the room with her in his arms. King Fehr rounded the deck, plunked out on the cliffs, and willed his wife awake. He gently placed her on a bed of rocks, forcing out his fangs, he pierced her silky throat and drained her of her blood that was already running cold. Instead of losing her he would rather make her into a vampire like him, although it wound him terribly that she would lose her freedom as a human and be restricted forever as a creature of the night. After
Voices, hushed voices. Sometimes they got really deafening like someone was yelling directly into her ears. ‘Was paradise this noisy?’ Amelia Whittaker wondered in bewilderment. But even if she was in heaven why can’t she see beyond this suffocating darkness and the biting pain in her insides. ‘Does pain comes even in the afterlife?’ she had so many unanswered questions but her lungs seemed to be glued forever and no matter how hard she tries, her eyes won’t come open. Suddenly she was thrusted into a space. Falling leaves floated from the treetops. Its golden undergrowth only allowed copious amounts of light to pass through the twisted branches. The streams of light gave off an enthralling result, making the jungle look and feel magical. To Amelia, it was the most dazzling place she had seen in her life, a place where she might be able to find peace. The contrast of colors of the autumn seasons took her breath away. Mouth gaping wide, Amelia watched the leaves fall breat
The high-pitched scream was so loud that the windows of the castle rattled, a shrill noise that none of them would ever be able to forget. Amelia Whittaker groaned in pain, sweating profusely. The werewolf king stood hunched and bent over in a corner of the room, trembling from the intense agony “Make it cease!” Conroy yelled at the old shaggy man sticking a sizzling knife inside Amelia, close to her spine. Her skin was so red, blotchy and hot that steam escaped through its pores. As though she was boiling. “You have to trust him, Lucas. You brought her here for a reason.” The vampire king, Fehr snapped at Conroy who in turn glared back at him. “I brought my mate here to be healed. Not to be killed!” Conroy gritted his teeth. Fehr laughed bitterly, showing his fangs, “Mate?” Conroy closed his eyes, trying to reign his anger in. “I…h-have to do this, Lo…rd Rahl or our lady Catalina will die.” The old man said in a shaky voice as he twisted the knife in the long slit on h
Conroy snatched his hands from the vampire king as though it burned and he glared at him, “She does not bear the name Catalina and she is not your wife. She is my mate and my wife-to-be, the Luna of the valerian kingdom!” Fehr looked at him for a long while before he threw his regal head back in laughter, “You do tell funny jokes Conroy, unlike your father.” Conroy gritted his teeth and clenched his fist at his side, “I do not tell jokes Fehr. She is my mate. You know how to test the mate bond. Do so and quit your insanity!” Fehr was losing his mind for Conroy sounded so convincing and as an old vampire, he knew two mates when he saw them without having to do the ritual to test the mate bond. And his Catalina was truly mated to the blood hound. He hadn’t seen her for a century after she died and now some mate bond wants to take her away from him, not in the slightest chance. He called Conroy to follow him and he did, following down the steps of a spiral stairs to a dark roo
Her lips were parched and she was on the verge of passing out if only she could. Her skin was burning yet it wasn’t on fire, the orange glow of the fiery fire was around her but she was not ablaze. The last thing she fuzzily remembered after the hands grabbed her into the dark cave was the ground of the cave splitting open and she was dropped inside the deep crack. Then Amelia Whittaker woke up, chain to an iron post in this underground world. Everything hurts and her eyes couldn’t even bring forth tear ducts. The little girl had tricked her. Going by the hotness and blazing fire, she had an inkling as to where she was. Hell. She squinted but couldn’t see past the other screaming and writhing bodies. But there was a difference between herself and the other people. While they looked almost transparent as she could see through them, her body was still solid and even had a shadow unlike them. The first wave of the fire that had seared her skin was a blast of firestorm and she
Mate?” Amelia Whispered in shock. The last thing she heard that murdering scumbag say before she drank the venom was that word, mate. Her father spoke up, “Nobody knew but turns out you are mated to the werewolf king.” “That can’t be possible. I fucking despise him.” Amelia gasped, “he killed you both.” Her mother sighed, “I know he did. But you have to channel that anger and wrath into killing him.” Amelia also sighed, “I am sorry mama, I have tried to kill him. Hell, the reason I took the venom was because I couldn’t.” Her mother perked up, “Well, there is another way.” Amelia also sat up straighter, “There is…?” Her mother nodded. “tell me!” “Well, the answer is within you, when you get close enough to him and love him, you will know how to destroy him.” Her mother said and Amelia stared at her quizzically. “I-I… I can’t love him.” Amelia stuttered, “mate bond or not…. I will always despise him.” “You will learn my love.” Her mother said lovingly and then t
Her pale snow face lost its pallor as she stared at the vision pouring through the misted mirror; she choked back a sob and staggered back from it in fear. Crystal Conroy, the queen mother Luna of the valerian kingdom who also happened to be the leader of the white witches of the Vikhar coven just witnessed the peril of her son’s kingdom and his death through the mirror. Pushing back her panic, she dipped her hand into the freezing water of the Vermont Lake that one of her tyros had poured into a large basin. She watched as the magical water sparkled and she splashed it over the mirror to watch what she had just seen in the mirror again, if it was true or maybe her old eyes played tricks on her, even though she knew her eyes were anything but. She stared unblinking into the oval mirror, her grey eyes wide and fearful. Moments passed on laden wings, but…nothing happened. She sighed. A single tear slipped down her creamy cheeks. It was the worst Omen! Her lashes fluttered.
“Fehr, you can’t keep us here.” Conroy gritted his teeth as he spat at the vampire king. “I don’t need to remind you of the pact you signed with your blood, I would have your mate to myself for eighty moons.” Fehr chuckled darkly and dodged a punch that Conroy threw at him. He tsked, “Why are you hounds so violent and bloodthirsty? It would get you killed someday.” “I never agreed to you having her to yourself for eighty moons, I have to go back to Valeria!” Conroy dug the heel of his palm in his sides to reign in his anger at Fehr, there was no being diplomatic with him. “No one is stopping you.” Fehr smirked. “With Amelia.” He narrowed his eyes at Fehr. “Don’t you get tired of whining like a little pup, I know you are a little pup but have some iota of decency.” Fehr laughed. “You speak to me about decency when you played on an anxious Man’s emotion and made him sign some stupid pact.” Conroy snapped and Fehr full on laughed. “Well, what can I say? You knew what