Mag-log in❤️ The Rarest of Beasts ❤️"I thought you were the king of know it all," Kaelithra huffed out, her voice dripping with that sharp sarcasm she knew got right under his skin. She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing those full, heavy breasts up which made his shirt strained tight against them. She tilted her head, a slow smirk playing at the corners of her lips, eyes locked on his like she was daring him to look away. "You should have known about my tattoos since you said I was not a werewolf to begin with. You seemed so sure of yourself. So confident. So certain. And yet here you are, asking me how my tattoos work. Interesting."Draevon grinned at her. That infuriating, handsome grin that made her stomach do flips she did not want it to do. The grin that made her forget, just for a moment, that she was supposed to hate him.She found it so attractive. So painfully, annoyingly attractive. And she blamed the mate bond. The stupid, forced, unwanted mate bond that Draevon had put on he
❤️ The Mad King’s Jealousy ❤️As soon as they left, Draevon snapped his right fingers and the whole throne room repaired itself. The cracked stones flew back into place. The broken pillars straightened themselves. The dust vanished from the air. Within less than a minute, everything looked exactly as it had before the fight started, clean and whole and untouched.The only difference was the guards. They had not been given an order to return to their positions yet, so the throne room was empty except for the four of them. Draevon, Kaelithra, Miraeve, and Marl. Just the four of them standing in the middle of the repaired room, surrounded by silence.Kaelithra stood up from the throne chair and walked over to Marl. She placed her hand around his neck, her fingers curling gently against his skin, and pulled him out of his shocked state. He had been staring at the repaired walls with his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide, his brain still trying to catch up with everything that had just hap
❤️ Good Boy, Aldric (2) ❤️The punch was fast and hard. Darius's head snapped to the side and his body followed, spinning around and crashing to the floor in a heap.The sound of his skull hitting the stone echoed through the throne room. It was a wet, sickening crack that made everyone in the room wince. Marl flinched and pressed himself closer to Miraeve without meaning to. Miraeve just watched with cold satisfaction, her arms crossed, her lips pressed into a thin line. Kaelithra raised one eyebrow and tilted her head, like she was watching a particularly interesting insect.Everyone stared.Aldric stood over his son, his fist still raised and his face was a mask of cold fury. His chest was heaving. His hands were shaking. His red eyes were blazing with anger, but underneath the anger, there was something that really looked a lot like fear.Even though he was a bit scared of the beautiful Kaelithra who had just shown him she was not just beautiful but dangerous, his fear wasn't for
❤️ Good Boy, Aldric ❤️King Aldric swallowed hard as his throat moved up and down. His eyes were fixed on Draevon's face, on that smile, on the pale eyes that held no warmth whatsoever."Do you understand me?" Draevon asked, his voice dangerously slow, each word dripping with menace. He did not raise his voice. He did not need to. The quiet was more terrifying than any shout could ever be.King Aldric, even though he was still in pain, even though his legs were still broken and his pride was still in tatters, nodded his head. He nodded so fast that his chin nearly hit his chest."Say the words I want to hear it, Aldric," Draevon said, his voice soft and pleasant. Like he was asking for a cup of tea. Like he was discussing the weather. "Say them out loud so everyone in this room can hear them. So there is no confusion. So there is no misunderstanding."Aldric's jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists at his sides. His pride was screaming at him to refuse, to fight, to do anything ot
❤️ The Broken King (2) ❤️"You and your other son," she said, her voice soft and dangerous, "should apologize to my friend Marl."The words hit Aldric like a slap to the face.His mouth fell open. His red eyes went wide. For a moment, he just stared at her, his brain struggling to process what she had just said. Apologize? To Marl? His weak, pathetic, disappointing son? The boy who had never been good enough, never strong enough, never anything but a stain on the family name?"What?" King Aldric asked, his voice coming out sharper than he meant it to. His hands curled into fists at his sides. "What did you just say to me?"Kaelithra sighed. A long, heavy sigh, like she was dealing with a particularly slow child."Oh please," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "do not pretend as if you did not hear what I said. I know you heard me. Your vampire hearing is still working, is it not? Or has age finally caught up with you? Are you going deaf in your old age, King Aldric?"Aldric's
❤️ The Broken King ❤️Prince Darius was pressed against the wall, his back flat against the cold stone. His cold heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. His mouth was dry, his palms were sweaty, and his whole body was trembling with a strange mix of fear and something that felt a lot like excitement.That woman. That beautiful, terrifying woman with the glowing tattoos and the cold eyes. She had just thrown his father through a door like he weighed nothing. She had broken his legs with a single wave of her hand. And she was standing there, calm and casual, like she had just swatted a fly.Darius could not look away.Aldric was already getting back up. His face was a mask of fury, his red eyes blazing with rage and humiliation. His body was healing, the wounds from the red energy closing up slowly. The gashes on his arms and chest were knitting together, the skin sealing itself like it had never been torn.But something was different now. Something was wrong.His leg
Chapter 5️⃣ ❤️ Two Monsters ❤️ Ironblood Kingdom: King Malgron sat on his throne, looking every bit the immortal tyrant he was. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties at most. Handsome in that sharp, dangerous way that said "I could kill you a
Chapter 3️⃣ ❤️ Violence and Food ❤️She turned to the boy, ready to just walk away, but he was still staring at her with wide eyes. Not scared eyes though, but impressed eyes. "That was amazing!" he breathed. "You moved so fast I didn't even see it! And the way you just BAM and his head went fly
Chapter 2️⃣ ❤️ Reborn to Hunt Her ❤️ The night he died, Draevon opened his eyes expecting to see the underworld or maybe nothing at all. Instead, he found himself staring at the familiar ceiling of his chamber. What the hell? He sat up so fast he nearly fell out of bed. His hands flew to his t
Chapter 1️⃣ Three (3) Years Later: Khyrador Palace Throne Room: Two men were kneeling on the ground, shaking with fear as they stared at the man seated on the throne. But he wasn't sitting normally. Oh no. He was upside down, his feet touching where his head was supposed to be while his head, w







