'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...'The King Of Darkness Or A King Hiding In The Dark.'Vladimir was the most cunning, vicious, and oldest Vampire to ever roam the earth. The lethal killing machine~ That's what they called him. But Vladimir was just a coward who had been running from those he had betrayed for his Bride.His conscience constantly told him that he needed to look, search for the hidden and unspoken. That was what his bride was. Hidden and Unspoken. . . Hell! Even her parents were not aware of her existence and Vladimir was the only one to be blamed for that. . .The King of Vampires stared at the burning timber in the fireplace as a gust of breath left his lips.There was a time when his soul had burnt like the woods. A time when he had searched the deadly wastelands, a place that can even kill an immortal like him but he hadn’t cared. Like a man possessed he had roamed those land to search for a girl who was his destiny.Like a madman possessed by darkness, he had fought with to
'The King Of Darkness Or A King Hiding In The Dark.'Vladimir was the most cunning, vicious, and oldest Vampire to ever roam the earth. The lethal killing machine~ That's what they called him. But Vladimir was just a coward who had been running from those he had betrayed for his Bride.His conscience constantly told him that he needed to look, search for the hidden and unspoken. That was what his bride was. Hidden and Unspoken. . . Hell! Even her parents were not aware of her existence and Vladimir was the only one to be blamed for that. . .The King of Vampires stared at the burning timber in the fireplace as a gust of breath left his lips.There was a time when his soul had burnt like the woods. A time when he had searched the deadly wastelands, a place that can even kill an immortal like him but he hadn’t cared. Like a man possessed he had roamed those land to search for a girl who was his destiny.Like a madman possessed by darkness, he had fought with to
Esmeray couldn't hold any grudge against Maeve, no matter how much she wanted to because of the taunts and insults Maeve had thrown her way over the past years.At some point, we all just want someone we can blame our miseries on. But Esmeray had passed that phase. She had accepted that we all have to be toughened by fate by facing everything we are afraid of. But it seemed like Maeve was still stuck in that phase.In Esmeray's life, everything she had been afraid of had happened. There was nothing she held dear or nothing she cared for enough to be fearful of losing. It had been five years since she had been living among these Lost Souls and now it felt like she had become one too. The only difference was that she still has a beating heart.Maeve's family was sacrificed like a lamb for people they didn’t even know. Maeve's home broke for the people who were related to Esmeray by blood.Earlier Maeve had asked what Esmeray would have done if she was in Maeve's place. . . If Esmeray wa
Vladimir sat on the throne as he gazed at the females that had gathered in the ballroom for a chance to dance with the King. The white walls of the Royal ballroom with green and golden detailing were decorated with black roses, resembling the darkness that resided within Vladimir's soul. Enormous crystal chandeliers were hanging from the ceiling that illuminated the remarkable yet vague piece of architecture.Only selective Vampires were invited to the Royal Ball and among them were the deadliest Vampire warriors, a bunch of political pussies, and a large number of females who thought that they had a shot at being the Vampire Queen.Closing his eyes for a moment Vladimir sighed deeply. . .Vladimir's instinct was awfully quiet today. It wasn't nagging him like it used to do. Even the air wasn't awfully depressing today. Which made Vladimir worry. Vladimir was the first person who was scared because he felt at ease.He felt as if the air was whispering a secret that he couldn't catch
Esmeray scanned her surroundings in fascination as she followed the servant who was going to help her in fixing her dress problem. The castle seemed to be built by someone who loved perfection, elegance and authenticity. The one who had designed it must be proud of what he had created. The walls were strong as was the structure. It could give shelter to the ones residing in it for millennia to the come.The walls of the corridor seemed even yet when Esmeray looked keenly she noticed stones, stones of various sizes and shapes, each one unique in its own way.The proud stones represented themselves as the protector of the ancient immortals residing between its walls.The floor was carpeted, it was hard to hear any footsteps because of the maroon padded carpet. Countless tiny glass chandlers were hanging from the ceiling of the corridors that were emitting dim light. The dimly lit corridors gave a little creepy feel but guess it was the Vampire Castle so dark and creepy was something
The Vampire Castle and the Ballroom had waited for eons for a pure and worthy heart to beat a new rhythm between its walls, the walls that had been mourning for decades.The ballroom had been cold until Esmeray had stepped into it dressed like a hell flame. The magnificent ballroom had felt lacking until a true royalty Esmeray had arrived even if all the people around her including Esmeray herself was unaware of her 'Royal Bloodline'. But the obliviousness of her roots did nothing to stop Esmeray from outshining every person present in the ballroom without an effort."Maybe you should have worn something else if you had wanted to blend in the crowd." A deep voice whispered near her ear, the hair on the back of her neck raised in alarm. Turning around her gaze collided with lively green eyes and the word left her lips on their own accord that seemed to leave an echo in the silent ballroom."Fuck. . ."Vladimir frowned down at the tiny female who barely reached his chin. The female who
Vladimir groaned as he rolled on his bed.Wait. . .Why was his bed so hard? Opening his eyes he blinked rapidly to get rid of his blurry sight and adjusted his eyes to the dim moonlight. Vladimir's ears twitched at the chirping sound of crickets that disturbed the silence of his surroundings.It took a few minutes to register in his mind that he wasn't in his bed and definitely not in his royal chamber.When Vladimir tried to lift his hands he was surprised to find them bound with a rope. The blue light emitting from the rope indicated that it was enchanted and won't break no matter how much force he used against it.When he tried to trace, he couldn't. Somehow the rope was restraining him from tracing back to his castle. The one who had bound him had cleverly planned this. He was successful to trap Vladimir by restraining his tracing ability. A burning urge of violence bloomed in Vladimir's chest. The nincompoop was going to die from his hands.Vladimir groaned in annoyance. . .W
Vladimir didn't know why he was following the witch like a slave.After their verbal encounter a few moments ago the witch had started acting as if he wasn't even there which had started to bother Vladimir more than it should."You are one strange woman." Vladimir remarked loudly but still got no response from her. He felt like a noisy child who was trying hard to get noticed in a gathering full of adults.What an utter disgrace! How far had the Vampire King fallen?Vladimir was a man of a few words and he preferred people who kept their mouth shut around him yet as Vladimir walked behind the witch he realized that he liked her sassy attitude more than her being silent as a monk.Her silence bothered him. . .'Get up and follow me. We are already running low on time.' Was the last command the witch had uttered before she had started walking towards the south.Vladimir was very much aware that if the witch continued to brush him off like this then there was no chance in hell that he co