The conversation had taken a wrong turn. He was not talking about human dishes; he was referring to a different type of food, vampire food. And he confirmed her thoughts by adding. “The same goes with blood. I like it salty with a hint of spice.”She wanted him to stop talking. At the same time, she wanted him to never stop. He made her nearly wonder if blood really tasted good, despite her being a hunter. Her rationality flew out of the window. The environment must be doing tricks on her. Suddenly, her hands felt so sweaty. Since one was on his arm, he might feel the evaporating heat through his sleeve. Her nerves went stiff with tension, she took them off of his arm to hide it. Around them, tree branches lowered, shading them from view, as though they were alive. “What’s wrong?” he rasped. “No–nothing,” she stuttered, moving away.“Wrong answer…”A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind, including the ones not so much a thought. If he did something threatening, she would in

Throughout the forest, bats, raccoons, and every nocturnal animal scurried away, some bumping into one another. They were freaked by the new presence. Steve fidgeted. Fear mingled with something else took over his features. Unlike him, his guest was relaxed. His chest, which had been as still as of a statue, suddenly started to rise and fall. He was taking in the night air although he was not a breathing creature. “You demons are not so different from ghouls. Poor taste in food. I wonder who that used to be,” the figure muttered, almost to himself. “Ah… probably someone who came jogging in the middle of nowhere, the shoes and the sweats. Mortals, an exaggerated sense of safety they have.”Steve took a step back as the other person moved. “Wh—why are you here?” he stuttered. “I have no business with you, your highness.”Your highness the vampire prince, stepped on a branch. The snap sent Steve scampering away. In his demonic speed, he was quite fast, nearly escaping into the trees, a

Her claws nearly gouged her eyes out. Danica ended up face-down on the carpet to get away from her. Before she could get up, Audrey yanked her up and threw her to the settee. She saw the stars, and her back stung. The claws had scratched her skin. “Poor doggy, what are you gonna do now? Shake your tail?” she gloated. “Hoping for his highness to save you?”“Nobody has to save me.” She reached for her boots. “You think I’d spare you? Your blood smells bad I wouldn’t—”She had thrown a wooden stake at her; the only weapon she had been able to bring into the hotel. As it pierced Audrey’s arm, she exited the room before her security guards realized what was going on. The wood would paralyze her temporarily. She walked as fast as she could to avoid suspicions. When she was in the lobby, they caught up. Never in her life, had she run faster than this. Her phone rang.“Hello, Marie.”“What are you hunting today? I’m coming with you.”“No hunting.”“Why are you breathing so fast?”“I’m run

As soon as it hit him, she dropped the gun. She didn’t mean it. A wet spot darkened on the back of his crimson shirt; he released Sage’s head. ‘You meant it,’ he berated her in her mind. He promised her he’d refrain from doing so. Not to enter her mind. But… she just shot him. He got to his feet without faltering and faced her. Even in the distance, dark disappointment was written over his face: the kind that could make the other person doubt their entire existence. Her eyes lowered from his face to his chest. The gunshot was where his heart was. That was her revenge, wasn’t that? Even if she could believe his claim about the murders, his actions were inexcusable. But, taking his life was not right? Her chest tightened with guilt. A movement flickered. Steve was fleeing from the house. Despite the lethal wound, Reign raised his hand, confining him in his spot. “No. You’re right. I promised you,” he said through his teeth. “I ought to keep that regardless of what you did. I turne

Hello, everyone. Sorry for the break. Something urgent came up and also I am a little ill. I'm resuming the updates this weekend. Thank you for reading my book and all your supports. You guys are really prescious. Not as in Sméagol's precious :) Happy Valentine's Day to You. In any chance you don't have a boyfriend/girlfriend and you loathe the day and all the lovey-dovey stuff, you can go read my sci-fi book Subject 0025. It's under a different account but the same pen name. It's for hardcore sci-fi fans to be honest. I am not sure what I was thinking when I wrote all those stuff. Hardly anybody liked it. Way to promote your own book I guess lol.