บททั้งหมดของ Sold To The Cruel Vampire King: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Naomi's PovToday was the day. The D-Day, as they called it. The day we would hopefully put an end to Deluna’s reign of terror. The weight of what lay ahead pressed on my chest, but I wasn’t going to let fear control me.Everyone was preparing. Weapons were being sharpened, and some muttering their last minute prayers.And yet, as I sat here, my mind was not on the battle. It was on her.Deluna.Despite everything DeLuna had done, the confusion she had brought, the destruction, the bloodshed, the lies. I couldn’t help but feel that beneath her hatred, there was still something good left in her. If she truly wanted us dead, she could have destroyed us long ago. She was powerful enough. Ruthless even. But she hadn't.That had to mean something, didn't it?I wasn't foolish enough to think she could simply be talked out of her darkness, but a part of me, maybe the most naive, hopeful part, wondered if there was another way. A way that didn't have to end in more loss.I hoped that, when w

Travis' PovAs I watched Lucian and Naomi across the table, the way they sat so close, the soft smiles exchanged between them. It was clear they had found some comfort in each other. Their faces glowed with a warmth that contrasted sharply with the tension in the room. It felt almost out of place, given the dangerous game we were in.Like a hellish situation, they found comfort in each other. There was something a bit poetic about it, like two people defying darkness by finding warmth in each other's embrace.But the warmth felt wrong in this room.I turned my attention to the meal before us, the loud scent of spiced meat barely gave room for me to breathe air...With aged wine filling the atmosphere, but my stomach twisted with unease. Deluna had set up the table with extravagant care, each dished carefully placed. With gold goblets polished to a perfect shine. It looked like a feast for kings.Just that the queen at the head of the table was the problem.I eyed Deluna carefully, wat

Lucian’s PovDeluna’s voice echoed through the hall like a death knell. With her dark eyes burning, and her words laced with venom, she had suddenly declared war in the grand dining hall. “Kill them all, bring Naomi to me!” she roared, her command reverberating off the bloodstained walls. My heart thundered as I took in the chaos. The hall transformed into a nightmarish tableau: broken bodies strewn across the flagstones, heads severed, and crimson pools of blood pooling around fallen soldiers.“Has she forgotten who she’s dealing with?” I spat internally, anger coiling inside. I was not merely a man. I was a rabid vampire warrior fueled by vengeance and duty. I could not let Deluna’s treachery stand.I stepped forward, my voice cutting through the din. “Deluna, face me!” I demanded, halting her advance with my challenge. For a brief, electrifying moment, her eyes widened in astonishment, as if she had not expected me to stand so defiant. It was then that I realized how much our fates

Naomi's PovMy pleas were swallowed by the chaos around us. Amidst the din of battle and the cries of wounded men, I could only hear my own heart breaking. I remembered Travis’s promise from earlier, a promise made with a laugh and a spark of defiant joy. I remembered how he had vowed to come back victorious. And now, that promise lay shattered like glass on cold stone.Lucian looked into my eyes, and for a moment, the anger in his gaze shifted to sadness. "Naomi," he said softly, "we can't bring him back, but we can make sure his sacrifice wasn't wasted." His words felt like both a blessing and a burden. A reminder that this war's cost was counted in blood and lost love.The thought of Deluna, the traitorous witch who caused Travis’s death made me burn with a need for revenge. "Where is she, Lucian?" I demanded, voice trembling with a mix of anger and despair. "I must face her. I must know why she did this. I want her to answer for Travis’s death!"Lucian’s eyes darkened further, and

Lucian’s PovI'd long been convinced wickedness took a face and one I'd seen in both monsters and in men, too. But tonight, with dusk consumed and sunset gone, I saw an atrocity that challenged my definitions of wickedness and forced me to redefine them. I'd seen evil I could hardly have dreamed in my most fevered imagination.The sky wasn't at its radiant best, but one contrast alone remained: one silver glow of the moon painted everything with an eerie, dark radiance, and I could almost feel its vigor. I kept moving onward, a burning fury in my heart burning brighter with each pace I took. "Your face, moon," I whispered in a snarl of anger, "tonight, your face bore witness to my friend’s murder." Travis’s dying memories looped in my head forever: laughter, soft comforts, and a shocked cry of betrayal that took him from me. I hadn't seen him coming.Travis, a man who firmly insisted wicked souls bore a glimmer of virtue, lay dead, robbed of life at our hands through a wickedness I co