Novel & Cerita Fated To My Forbidden Vampire

My men scrambled out so fast they nearly tripped over each other. I took slow, deliberate steps toward Tabitha. “Just what did you do to my brother?” Vampires were supposed to be immune to magic. Only witches of royal blood could affect us. So whatever she’d managed… it piqued my interest. “What do you mean?” she asked, feigning innocence. “In all the centuries I’ve known Azrael, he has never taken a long-term lover. Until you.” I narrowed my eyes. “How?” “Oh, that,” she said with a dismissive wave. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve. All ruined, though, when his mate appeared.”

The father of the child must be some wealthy bastard who knew how best to fuck a lady without protection, making her risk a pregnancy and eventually pulling her to suffer all alone. Austin, Justin, Aaron, Baron, Cameron, Sharon and I loved Lucy so much, she was our only mate and at times I sit to think and conclude that it's a curse from the moon goddess. How can we be fated to a hundred year old vampire who was the woman our dad dated in his lifetime without knowing who she truly was until years later after marrying her.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. “Come on now, Clark. Where are you going?” Rowan asked. I looked in a different direction, I didn’t want to speak to him, not now, or ever. I’ll show him that I won’t be a loser and desperate for staying by his side just because he took my virginity. I side stepped Rowan and continued on with my journey. “Clark!” Rowan shouted when he realised that there was no way in hell that I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do. I was determined to get as far away from him as possible at the moment. I would still keep true to my promise. If I find out that I am pregnant, I will behave and then give birth and then he would eventuall

I understood but still had trouble falling asleep without him, mainly because I couldn't turn my mind off. Felix finally broke around eight. He told us he was working with the vampires who wanted my blood to fuel their black magic spells, that they would use me as a blood bag and use me to become more powerful. As for why me specifically, we got nowhere. He only admitted to knowing that I was a powerful hybrid, which I knew was a goddessdamn lie, or at least a half-truth.

“Shut the fuck up! You don't know what you are talking about.” “You had her put a spell on me so that you could feed on my blood. To satisfy your vampire side. Because that’s what you do to all those orphan children you take in, right? You use them as your blood bags. When did you get bitten? Or have you always been a mix of a Lycan and a vampire?” As the flashes of memories came, I finally figured things out. Yet, he just stares at me, to angry to speak. “But my blood is different. Tastes like nothing that you have ever had before. Makes you feel powerful. Makes you desire more. That’s why the Rogues were sent in, you hoped to find a way to free me. But Sophie fucked it up for you.”

I walked past them. The whole Dominion loved our story. Three years ago, Conrad pulled me out of a crossfire between a vampire hunting unit and a rogue clan. He said the moment he caught the scent of my blood, something in him that had been completely dead for centuries suddenly snapped awake. He called it La Tua Cantante — blood resonance. He said it was fate. He said I was the only one. I believed him. Right up until a month ago. — That afternoon, Conrad had promised to take me to pick out a gown for the Turning ceremony.

After what seems like forever, I’m brought back to the present, suddenly and without warning, when he removes the fingers from inside me—his and mine. And I grab onto him, not wanting to let him or this feeling go. What if this is a dream and I’ll never feel this way again? What if I wake up and never find my way back? But his next words erase any misconception I had about how real this is. “From now on, if you have any sexual urges, I’ll be the only one who satisfies them.” DAMIEN. A mistake. That’s what it should be. Every second from the moment she walked inside and I lost my fucking cool to when she detonated in my hold as if she’d waited her entire life for me to come along.

Utilizing the North’s intelligence network, Damian quickly pinpointed her in a remote town abroad. She was brought back to the Shadow Pack and faced judgment for deceit and betrayal. Ultimately, she was banished to the western wastelands, never to set foot back in the territory again. At the mating banquet, Damian took me to the terrace, our backs facing the dazzling night sky and serene snow peaks. “Fay, I’m not your fated mate, but I swear on my life to love you, protect you, and make you the happiest Luna under the stars.” Damian held me from behind, his voice husky but tender.

I couldn't ignore the ominous feeling that the outcome would be far from favourable. As I reflected on the unfolding events, the truth became clear—I could see the disaster looming ahead. My fears intensified, especially with Chester and his ruthless ways in the picture. Among vampires, he was the cruellest, driven not only by bloodlust but also by a thirst for power and manipulation. He held dominion over his coven, reigning above all others, and his life revolved around enforcing his rule.

He must of specially choosen me as his prey and meal. Vampires hunts the weak, I've been deceived yet again. Played a fool yet again.. Foolish me thought, "Ahh he's destined to be with me". "Ahh this must be fate" well I guess I was wrong yet again.. Just like how i was wrong about Conrad, I was wrong about him too. He only approached a lost young girl with no partner in the ballroom, he approached someone with a sad story, he approached someone that won't be missed if found dead or drained!