“Don’t you dare,” she hissed. “Release me, coward. Release me and let’s see what happens.”Any second now, the potion should start taking effect, but he looked totally unaffected when his face moved away from her ear. With fright, she realized a possibility that the potion might not work on Reign at all.“Unbelievable. When I began to…” he trailed off.“When I began to WHAT?! Stop the nonsense,” she snarled, more furious because she wanted to slap him away, but she couldn’t. “You are a murderer. A monster. DON’T PRETEND LIKE YOU HAVE ANY EMOTION OTHER THAN YOUR HATE AND EGO! What is there to not believe for a beast like you?”For the first time since they had met, he showed his weakness. He flinched like he had been actually slapped in the face, just like she was attempting to do, and recoiled back. She got up, finding she could suddenly move. Danica watched Reign disappear from her bedside and appear back near the couch. When a depth of silent emotion showed on his face, she could n
A human maid knocked on the door when he was in his nanny’s pool of blood—her body had broken apart into multiple pieces. Blood splashed over his brown leather boots as he took a faltering step back at the knock, the noise being too loud for him. The maid had never learned to be quiet around the young vampire prince.Without permission, she opened the door; took two steps into the room; and screeched like a banshee at the sight of the gory scene. Hitching up the hemline of her gown, she spun on her feet. She was alerting the entire mansion, and… and he had just…Reign stretched his shaky hand out of instinct. With a bang, the door slammed shut. A child from hell was what he looked like at that moment. Along with the movement, drops of blood flew up from the floor onto his face, tunic, and breeches. His teeth chattered, elongating.
The visitor was in bejeweled clothes, and his long cloak seemed to reflect nonexistent light. Justus had seen him as the prince in the throne room, the one time he had visited the palace when he was months old. Despite being an infant, the prince’s fixated eyes on him had imprinted on his mind.The well-trimmed mustache and the thick lips belonged to Fragor. In the estate, his father would mention the name occasionally. He was now in the dungeon, looking down at him. “Get up and bow. What are you still doing on the floor?”His father’s impatient words suggested he was simply being lazy, loitering here. What he was actually thinking, Justus couldn’t say. Sometimes, people’s minds would penetrate his, and other times, they were blank canvases. Despite that and being a three-year-old, his body was proof of how much his father hated him.“I don’t think he could move, Theodulus. Even if I were him, it’d take me a couple of days at least. You might have broken him for good,” Fragor assesse
“Because they deserved a fate as horrible as hers.”“Hers?”He told the king about the human girl whom they not only sucked the blood to dry but sexually assaulted in the kitchen. At the end of his answer, the king looked sharply at his father—who was standing next to him and roaring inside to tear him apart all over again.“That’s not true, your majesty!” he kneeled abruptly. The floor cracked with the impact.“Send him to the dungeon.”At the king’s order, the sentinels came rushing to grasp their chief’s arms. The struggle disturbed the throne room. With the floor cracking and vampires moving around to avoid the chief sentinel’s attempt to break free, the large hall was in chaos.Grimly, among all these, Justus knew his fate was going for a worse turn before it happened.“Chief sentinel is telling the truth, father,” interrupted Fragor. “There was no human maid involved.”The chaos stopped with Theodulus’s huff. The king was ashen. He took a searching glance at his son, who just le
‘How could he speak to my mind?’ he caught Magnus wondering.‘I don’t know either,’ he smiled.“Incredible!” His brother exclaimed out loud. “Are you—are you powerful?! It must be wonderful to be y—” he couldn’t finish his sentence as pity flashed in his round eyes. For some reason, his brother’s pity made Reign self-conscious since he himself was a child, 14 years old. He tried to smile to cover it.“Are you—are you hungry? Of course, you are! Who did this to you?” Magnus spat out a name, a servant who scolded him recently for his misdemeanor. “That’s him, right?! I knew it! What a hateful man. Must tell Papa about this! Papa’ll take care of you. He’s great man, very kind and all. Wait, I’ll go tell him now! He could be back home.”At the end of his hurried words, the little boy darted back.“Magnus! No!” Pressing his painful chest, he shot to his feet.His brother halted. “It’s not that man?”Reign didn’t want to tell a child that his ‘papa’ was half-responsible for his current sta
With uncontrollable wrath, pinning Fragor on the floor with his knees, Reign shoved his claws into his chest. With long, tangled hair flowing down his shoulders and the layer of dirt and dried blood covering his body, the young prince almost looked like a wild animal to a few servants who were watching the scene, whose curiosity was stronger than their survival instinct. In his moment of vengeance, he had forgotten about the woman in the cloak that was casting the spell on him. With the tips of his sharp claws, he felt Fragor’s heart; the red in his eyes reflected in the ones of his torturer, only that Fragor appeared to be scared. Yes, his torturer was scared, an emotion he had neither seen nor felt in him before. He was about to rip out of his heart, ending him once and for all, when an invisible wave seized his own heart. Reign fell backward before his entire body spasmed violently, lying on the floor. Fragor was back on his feet, looking down at him twitching, with a rage that
More than a century wasted away while Reign was deep in the ground. But then, what was the point of ever being escaped from his grave with the fate awaiting him? He was no different from a corpse, like his brother had said. Magnus slumped down by his side. “Fragor,” he mumbled. “I’d love to tell you Fragor did this to me. Unfortunately, no. I did this to myself. I tried to poison him but I ended up poisoning myself! Isn’t that laughable?! I’m such a fool! Do you realize Fragor is a king now? Feared and loved by the entire kingdom? Of course not! You were underground, eating worms. He is still alive, although I weakened him. I am the one dying, but he is not! I’m so…” His brother’s voice was getting weaker as blood boiled inside him–if he still had any blood at all. ‘What poison is that?’ “Nothing on earth could cure it, Reign. I…”“Here you are, the wretched prince!” someone remarked in the dark. “You are dying! All is well!”Magnus, a prince by their father’s design, had created
The next afternoon, the castle was in a total bloodbath. Everywhere Regin went, his brother followed; the two of them decorated the magnificent palace walls with red and black bloods of demons and vampires alike. Mainly, it was he who eliminated anyone on sight. Since they were in the palace and serving Fragor, they were guilty, he decided. A fragment of their hostility was enough reason to kill them. Fragor must have thought the sun and the runes would be enough to stop him. He might not be wrong under ordinary circumstances. Poor Magnus gasped like a dying fish whenever they took shelter after walking under the sun. The multiple layers of cloaks were not enough to protect a vampire from the burning ray of light. And, his brother was a quite powerful vampire himself though he did not have extra powers. Reign stood in the sunlight, draped in a single layer of a cloak, as his mental threats spread wide. Demons and sorcerers, hired by Fragor, screeched loudly. Most did not even reco