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Jon felt weak in his entire body and he struggled to keep his eyes open. His eyelids suddenly felt very heavy and his limbs were as if encased in cement that he could hardly move. One of the women was bending very close to him until he could smell her perfumed black hair. She had on a flowing white gown which brushed across his face as she stood up and stepped away. Jon's skin tingled as if touched by a rush of cold air wherever she came in contact with him. Then, Jon felt hot liquid flowing from his neck towards his collar and assumed it to be his own blood. In his mind's eye, Jon could see himself surrounded by the three women much like the same way that vultures surround its prey.

I have no right to complain because I brought this upon myself, if I had just kept still at least I would be free. Mr. Vamps is still keeping his distance. The reason being he is afraid to tear me up or he dreads to look at me. I heard from Ingrid that when he is angry he hides inside his room afraid to lose control. The room was forbbiden and no one was allowed inside it. She said I was the first one who entered it after it had been declared no entry. It's a pity that my luck was in fact a curse that took away my happiness.

“What is wrong with her?” “She had a vision. She had a vision like mine because this is how she was at the end of my vision.” He listened to her heart and found her erratic. He slit his wrist with his nail and gave her a sip of his blood on her red lips. She slowly took it in, and her eyes fluttered open after a few minutes. Alex was shocked that Dom gave his blood to her. This was not something he could say he ever did for anyone before, well alone a vampire.

Harley screamed as Demitri pulled the trigger two more times to triple the dosage of vervain; making it impossible for Mason to break through. Zander pulled a stake from his belt, aiming to use the distraction to his advantage. He thrust the weapon forward, only for Demitri to catch it in his hand. The elder vampire pulled on it, causing Zander to jerk forward, and then headbutted him, causing the latter to stagger backwards. Harley's hands shook as she finally pulled the gun from her jacket and aimed it. They shook harder, making it impossible to hold a steady aim, and she lowered it again with a sigh. "Even your own daughter is hesitant to save your life, you really are New York's most hat

Madi says that in the book it said that they are treacherous beings that have no soul and much less heart, according to mythology they are children of the devil, but other research says that they are infernal beings that escaped from the depths of hell for unknown purposes. They are such cruel beings with a lethal beauty, perfect for foolish humans who are driven by their carnal desires, they don't care about anyone since they are incapable of love. That was like a slap in the face for me since for some stupid reason, I feel an attraction for Antton that takes my breath away every time I have him near me, I feel like if he moves away from me it's like he's taking my soul away

Now depending on how well this book does, I will be starting on my next fantasy book Taming Edward after completing vampires pride. If you like this book then don't forget to vote and leave a comment.

I catch whiffs of dreams, dreams haunted by visions of freedom that seem to elude me so much. Just as I am finally slipping further and further into my sleep, I jolt awake by the sound of footsteps approaching and getting closer. All my limbs protest in pain at the shift from resting to being on alert, my heart ponds in my chest as I brace myself for the imminent encounter with whomever is approaching. I am once again assaulted by the fragrance of the Axe Body Spray used by my captor as he got close to me, I can sense the disdain in his gaze at my not so grace my form tied to the chair.

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

It is a foundational, abhorrent, non-negotiable fact about who I am as a person. I was twenty-three, sleeping in the Athens house, when I woke at two in the morning to something moving through my hair across the pillow. I opened my eyes. It was the size of my palm. Eight eyes in two rows, catching the faint light from the window. Jointed legs, each one articulated, moving with a deliberate, horrifying precision across the pillow case. Pincers. I saw the pincers. I cried for forty minutes after I got it out of the room and I am not embarrassed to say so. I would sooner marry Maksim Orlov and wear his engraved collar than voluntarily relocate to a continent where that is a regular occurrence.

VIPER Gulping down the sixth bottle of liquor down his throat his fist slammed down on the counter. Ordering and drinking more and more he was nowhere to stop any near. All he knew was the pain,the pain that was killing him inside ,Burning each and every part of his body Regret and the fire burning inside him to take revenge was over powering his body and he desperately needed to take it out of him. He wanted to put the whole world on fire and watch it burn till it turned into ashes before his eyes."More!! GIVE ME MOREEE!!!"