'Destiny won’t be denied.'
‘Knock’‘Knock’‘KNOCK! KNOCK!!’The little girl tucked in her bed squeezed her eyes shut at the sound.Her heart was pounding like a drum in her chest as her little body shook violently with each shaky breath.“Knock, Knock! KNOCK!!” The banging started getting aggressive in the quiet room.Taking a deep breath, summoning up all the courage in her body the twelve years old adorably chubby girl pushed the blanket away from her body. With small strides, she walked towards the window to gaze out.Darkness and silence were all she could see through the glass~The half-moon was shining brightly in the hazy sky yet even the moon's light wasn't enough to fade the blanket of darkness that covered the land.With trembling fingers, she held the handle but before she could open the window the knocking sound echoed in her room again making her freeze.It didn’t come from the window...The little girl swallowed hard. . .Turning around she faced the wall-length mirror, blinking her eyes rapidly. Something she did when she was anxious or confused. Swallowing the lump formed in her throat she blinked back the tears that formed in her eyes as she walked towards the mirror only to find her reflection staring back at her.Her waist-long curly platinum white hair was a mess. Her unique violet-colored eyes had huge dark circles beneath them because of the sleepless nights she had spent in her room while feeling several presences around her and distant voices calling her 'Princess'.Esmeray could always have this feeling of being watched by beings that seemed to be waiting for her recognition.'Was she hallucinating again?' Esmeray thought to herself. Maybe her sisters were right. It was all in her head.Her family doesn't know yet which House of Witches she belonged to. Maybe she belonged to the House of Untolds with madness running through her blood. Maybe she was an Oracle just like her elder sister Niume.Maybe she was creating illusions around her. . .When Esmeray was about to turn around a black hand came out of the base of the mirror and gripped her ankle.A startled scream escaped from her lips as the claw-like nails dug into her skin, making her bleed.Tears fell from her eyes as the hand started to drag her into the mirror. A helpless sob escaped from her trembling lips as she desperately tried to hold onto something.This can't be an illusion!Suddenly the locked door of her room burst open as her father entered the room. His eyes widened as he took in the scene of his daughter being dragged into a mirror by a Lost Soul (A creature that was already dead.).“Daddy help!” Esmeray cried out, her left leg had already disappeared into the mirror.Without a second thought, he jumped towards his daughter. Circling his arms around his daughter’s waist he pulled her out of the mirror, pulling the Lost Soul out too in the process.While shaking the Lost Soul’s grip on her ankle Esmeray lost her balance and fell on the floor. When she scrambled to her feet again her father pushed her behind him. His muscles taunted as he took a protective stance in front of her.“This doesn’t concern you, wizard. Hand the Princess to us and you will be spared.” The Lost Soul warned in a sinister sneer like a whisper.Her eyes were raven yet lifeless, her translucent skin was hauntingly beautiful, her claws were out to feast on the wizard's bones. The Lost Soul was a creature straight out of a nightmare.“You don’t belong here creature, leave!” Her father commanded as he stepped back from the Lost Soul that was advancing towards them.“The girl doesn’t belong here too. Hand her over to us, she belongs to us.” The Lost Soul sneered.Esmeray’s father's palms glowed silver as he threatened the creature. ”Leave before I bound you.”Getting tired of the wizard’s threats the Lost Soul attacked...It all happened so fast, one minute Esmeray’s father was protecting her and in the next minute, he was laying on the floor. His skull was cracked, there was blood everywhere.His limbs were all twisted.Blood was everywhere~Gazing at Esmeray her father whispered before he took his last shuddered breath. "Run, my girl."“It wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t resisted. The wizard would have lived if you had come with us, princess.” The Lost Soul mumbled with an underlying fear in her voice.The Lost Soul was alone yet she was speaking as if there were more like her. Her raven lifeless eyes we're regarding Esmeray as if she was a potential threat.Esmeray’s breaths shallowed, her fists clenched as the fear she had felt earlier got replace by burning rage. All she saw was red before attacking the Lost Soul.The twelve years old girl’s eyes turned black, claws out she clawed at the creature’s throat making her scream and retreat into the mirror from where she came from. Without thinking, Esmeray banged her little fists on the mirror with enough force to break it into pieces. She welcomed the pain as the shreds of glass pierced her skin.With a cry, the little girl fell on the floor as she sobbed.She gagged at the metallic smell of her father’s blood.Her father’s blood~ Bile rose in her throat.Crawling towards her father’s body she held his face between her bleeding hands as she cradled his head in her lap with such tenderness that it could break anyone's heart. His once hazel eyes had now turned milky while indicating that his soul had left his body.“Daddy please. . . Daddy. . . Wak. . ." Burying her face in the crook of her father's neck she pleaded hoarsely with her voice breaking at the end.Even little Esmeray realized that her father wasn't going to wake she leaned back and wailed, scratching at her throat as if she was starving for air.Her father’s milky white eyes that were staring at nothing pierced her heart. She couldn't bring him back.He was dead...Her mighty wizard hero was dead...What had she done!! She shouldn't have listened to the Elders.The little girl cried her heart out barely hearing her elder sisters and mother’s horrified cries and screams around her.Fresh tears spilled down her chubby face. Gasping wails rocked her small body.Esmeray’s father was dead, dead because of the creatures she had foolishly invited into their lives.The pain and guilt were too heavy for the chubby twelve years old girl's fragile shoulders but she was bound to carry the guilt & sorrows for the rest of her life...~Nothing Is Harder On A Soul Than The Smell Of Dreams While They Are Evaporating.~In her desperation, Esmeray looked at Amber. "Save me." Swallowing her pride the broken plea tumbled out of her lips.Amber gave Esmeray an uncertain look as if she wasn't sure how to react. The girl had a bruise forming on her cheek, there was a deep cut on her lower lip that was still bleeding, it was hard not to notice the streaks of drying blood that started from her upper lips and extended to her left cheek, a telltale of a nasty nosebleed. Even with a crown made of the finest gold on her head, the powerless trembling girl looked a world apart from the fierce woman the Vampire King had claimed as his bride and Queen on the altar. "What are you up to Almira?" Amber's voice was visibly startled when her flame-like gaze collided with the Vampire King who was on his knees. The side of his neck was bleeding while he held a sword at his own throat. 'Was the Vampire under an enchantment?' Ignoring the
'When Dreams Turn Into Nightmares.'An icy chill runs down Esmeray's spine. As she took a startled step back but before she could go any further she felt Lord Igor's harsh grip on her arm as he pushed her forward making her stumble into the room. "I kept my word. Here's the witch. Now it's time for you to keep your word and let my cousin go." Igor's words made Almira scoff. "You think I can't see the burning contempt in your soul for this abomination? You would have bought her to me even if I didn't hold the Vampire King hostage." "What do you want?" Esmeray sneered, hating the tremble in her voice. Even if Almira was talking to Igor her eyes were watching Esmeray with such intense curiosity that Esmeray felt like the old witch could see right inside her, see the chaos, the panicked beating of her heart. The fear~ All the sorcerers of the Sacred Land had one thing in common. The sorcerers had seen all the Elders except two. Vincent the Conqueror and Lady Almira. Lady Almira was re
Under the starry sky on the stage set in the middle of the Royal garden Raziel and Amell stared at Esmeray as she had her first dance with the King of Vampires who was now officially her husband. "Do you think we did the right thing?" Raziel asked his brother who was giving him company in the shadows, away from the preying ears and eyes. Raziel swallowed another sip of champagne from the crystal flute that threatened to break in his unforgiving grip, he had too much already but it still was not enough to endure the remaining hours of this ruse. "She is happy." Amell's statement was not enough to push the lingering doubts out of Raziel's mind. "The Vampire is going to admit his trade with Ascian. How do you think it will end up for everyone?" To calm his jittery intuition Raziel disclosed. "He is?" Amell smattered in shock. His eyes bounced between the newlywed couple and his brother. Clasping Raziel's arm in a warning grip Amell hissed under his breath. "Did you force the Vampire
The vast gardens were illuminated with beautiful, soft candlelight, the round tables were covered in white cloth. Arrangements of roses in the darkest shade of red decorate each one, their scent thick in the humid night. The Vampire Kingdom's most prestigious allys and subjects were seated around the long aisle. Standing at the entrance of the royal garden Esmeray could make out the familiar figures of the Queen and King of Wastelands along with the Fey King seated at the front, closest to the altar. Her grandfather Aric King was missing and given his history with Vladimir Esmeray wasn't surprised at his absence. Esmeray belonged to their bloodline but they were nothing more than numerous strangers surrounding her tonight. "I wish Daddy was here. I miss him." Esmeray's voice was barely above a whisper as she felt a pang of longing in her heart. "Who said he is not here? Maybe he is among the stars staring down at you with a smile. He must be proud to see how far his little food fa
"I can't feel my fingers." Esmeray's whining was accompanied by Amell's pained moan. "My back is killing me." After dealing with their end of the trade with the Dragon King the first thing they did was to transfer all the Dragon Gold from Esmeray’s old mansion to the Vampire Castle's secure Walt because it wasn't safe to leave the Gold out there after the Dragon King discovered that Esmeray had it in her possession. You can never trust a Dragon when it comes to Red Gold, they bloody protect it as their firstborn. Esmeray Raziel and Amell were sure once Aidan Draco was done dealing with his Mad Oracle he was going to come after Esmeray. "Did Aidan Draco find his bride?" Vladimir couldn't hold back his curiosity. "We don't know." Amell gave a careless shrug. "How could you not know? It was your trade to help the Dragon King find his bride." Vladimir asked instead of leaving the topic. And if there was anyone else in his place he would have done the same. Dragons were a specie th
Vladimir stared at the Royal attire he had never worn before with a slight curve of his lips. Two hours ago when Esmeray left with the two wizards it occurred to Vladimir that he couldn't just show up at his wedding in his typical formal black dress. So the first thing he did was to call the royal couturier to alter the royal attire that he had never worn in his life. The news of his marriage was made public just an hour ago. His subjects and Kingdom were in uproar at discovering that their King was finally seizing a Queen. Esmeray will be the first woman who will sit on the Vampire Queen's throne after Vladimir's mother's death. Vladimir had chosen the garden as a venue. The preparations outside the castle were on full swings. Vladimir could feel a mix of excitement and eagerness thrumming through his veins as everything started to fall into place on its own. "You are truly marrying her." The mocking sneer followed by the sound of throaty, gruff laughter filling the air pulled V