Lahat ng Kabanata ng Under Vampire Rule: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The second vampire descended the stairs and came to where we were stood by the front door, his voice less terrifying than the green-eyed creature. “Stop scaring the girl, she is young and afraid; of course, she will ask for her mother.”“She must learn her place; her traitorous father is the reason we are here.” Said the green eyes being as he took a step back, roughly patting me on the shoulder.I noticed that the second creature had eyes the shade of fire; three colours rolled into one. “That may be so, but the girl is afraid. I am sure that you can spare her this once.”“Who are you to tell me what to do! I only answer to my king!” Bellowed the first vampire, squaring up to the other creature as he growled; challenging them.“I wouldn’t challenge me if I were you.” Warned the fiery eyed creature.How could he be so calm? The green eyed man was far superior in size and muscle, how

I followed the prince to the limo whilst staring back at the house we had never chosen, the house was given by them to make sure we couldn’t leave; we weren't allowed anything that would give us a social standing among the mortals. We were made to look poor and isolated; the human neighbours would have already been told that we were criminals, that we weren't to be approached. Though, this only happens to the families who try and run, try and escape their fate, not all witches must live as we did. Under constant watch. Some got to live a normal life, only being called upon when they were needed, it all depended on what power you were born with.I looked up at Silas who stood above six foot, watching as he opened the car door, indicating that I should get in, and I almost obeyed...“Luna!” My mother screamed in a panic from the front door; her brown eyes coated in terror. “Luna run!”I pulled my arm from the grip of the vampi

Silas Bancroft slid into the car beside me, quickly shutting the door and tapping the roof, indicating to the driver that we were ready to go; though where we were going, I didn’t know. Perhaps he was taking me to the king, or to his own city that resided under the streets of Paris, whichever it was; I would be trapped underground for the rest of my life, however long that may be.I shifted nervously beside him, my heart racing recklessly as I opened my eyes, keeping them locked onto my bare feet. What would happen once we reached our destination? What did Prince Bancroft want with me?I turned to look up at my owner, wondering if it was because of my powers, because I could destroy vampires with the rays of the sun; or was it that I could shapeshift? Both were rare gifts, something that not many received; nor were they something that you lived to talk about once the hierarchy found out.Though, I was still a young witch I knew most of what magic was banne

I tried to look anywhere else, somewhere there weren't as many people, but that seemed impossible as they surrounded us on all sides, their eyes glowing against the torches that they held. I briefly closed my eyes, taking in a calming breath as the prince grabbed my wrist, dragging me towards him. What would happen now? Why were there so many vampires around? Where had he taken me?I glanced around in apprehension, not knowing what was going to happen, or if I would live to see another day. I knew that they could all hear my heart racing, and that only made it worse, they all knew that I was afraid, that I wouldn’t be able to control myself or my power should this continue. Just behind the crowd to the left was a large building, deciding that I should concentrate on something other than my demise, I watched it, taking in every detail. The castle had eleven massively round towers, all connected to the large dark grey stone walls, the chunky building behind them e

“Berus.” Silas called into the crowd, waiting as a dark figure emerged from the crowd, a black aura surrounding him.I lifted my head slightly so that I could see him, this large cloak covering a hunched frame, a large, bony hand holding onto an oak staff which was twisted up towards the heavens, an elegantly placed crystal ball attached to the top, the oak curling around it. His face was covered partially by his wavy silver hair, his amethyst eyes shining through, promising me a world of pain should I take even a single step out of line. His dark blue cloak was tattered and old, the colour fading ever so slightly, his skin sagging and wrinkled. I knew of this warlock, I knew that he was a necromancer, that he could raise other witches and mortals form the dead. He had a dangerous gift, one that many feared much like mine, I had thought they all lived in the tribes of Scotland, but clearly, I had been misinformed.He turned to look down at me just before he