The Vampire and the Mage

“Are you a virgin?” she asked, gazing at him calmly. The kind of voice she had was pleasant to hear, but the way she spoke made it sound threatening.Lanver was stunned by the question. He had never heard any woman ask a man that bluntly. And what was with the place and this woman? Why did it seem like he was in another time and world? Was he dreaming?It was easier to believe that he was. He had never seen such beauty in reality before, and it was worth noting how she looked so different with her red long robe with golden embroideries. It must be a dream, he thought with conviction.Or if not, it could be that he was abducted to participate in a theater play. But the first sounded more convincing.“This is a dream, isn’t it?” Lanver asked with a smile, but his smile shortly vanished when he realized he was on his knees with his hands tied at his back.He was kneeling in front of this strangely beautiful woman in an oddly gothic room with huge chandeliers on the ceiling.“No, this is

“A blind boy? What did you mean?” Lanver asked with confusion. He never remembered that he had problems physically.“You were born blind, Lanver. And the fact that you were the first born of the great mage and a princess was a big deal. For everyone in Terra Lucien, you were considered as a sign of death and destruction. Some said that you and your family were cursed. Rumors even had it that Lord Vincentius wasn’t as noble as he claimed to be and was practicing dark magic.”Lanver remained silent. Although the story was still unbelievable for him, a big part of him was saying that Lucius was telling nothing but the truth.“Princess Anna’s family was condemned by their people and someone tried to overthrow the king. Her father was enraged and sent men to kill the child as he valued his throne more than his own blood. That’s when Princess Anna thought that the best thing they should do was to take you away from this world and bring you to the land of humans. However, Lord Vincentius had

"If I could go back in time, I'd rather close my eyes to unsee everything. Because the pain I felt that moment scarred my soul. It has always remained in my mind, haunting me in my darkest nights."The young girl listened as the woman ran her fingers to the girl's hair while reading her favorite book. It wasn't a book supposed to be read to a child, but the young girl insisted. She had been curious what was her mother's favorite book all about. She had a brilliant mind and didn't want to limit her knowledge. After all, it was better for her to broaden her perspective in life so she could use it in the future."Do you agree with her, Mother? If you were in her shoes would you want the same?" the young girl asked, talking about the last part her mother had read.The woman smiled. "Yes, sweetheart. That's why if you see something bad you should do what I've always told you, understand?""I understand, Mother. If I see something bad, I will close my eyes so it won't remain in my heart.""

Cold and shivering, I slumped to the ground with my head feeling dizzy. It was seven days since I left my pack, Moonraven, and ran to the vast outskirts of Seattle from Vancouver, scared that Benedict's men must be hunting me down. But I guess this is the farthest I could get with no money and food.I leaned on the tree and closed my eyes. The light from the horizon was starting to fade and I could barely see a faint light from where I was because of the tall trees surrounding me. Sure, it was a good place to die, somewhere peaceful and calm. But should I allow myself to just die like this after my parents sacrificed themselves for my freedom? Should I put their efforts into waste by giving up?I don't think I have the heart to do that. But I also don't know where I can get strength in the middle of wilderness.I can't help but ponder about some things. Too much trust and kindness were my father's weakness. He trusted Benedict and the people surrounding him too much that he was blinde

[Three months earlier...]She was destined to marry the King. Melrose had pinned that in her mind ever since she turned fifteen. Lord Lewis, her stepfather who had been her only family since the age of five, had never been tired of reminding her that.For a lady without a fetish for romance, it was the best the world could offer. The King was, after all, a young man with a pleasant character and outstanding physical attributes. He was crowned at the age of sixteen, and has been ruling the country for six years now. He was doubted by many at first as he was only a palace maid's son, but over the years he had gained the respect and trust of people.Melrose believed he was the best choice among the most eligible men in town. Not only because he was the most powerful and desired by most women, but because she had known him for years. She was sure he'd make a good husband.As Lord Lewis had always envisioned Melrose marrying the King one day, he raised her in the best way he could. Only th