Romans & histoires Mark Of The Vampire Heiress

Who stood in rooms and claimed her land and dared to speak her name with ownership in his throat. I would kill him slowly. I would kill anyone who touched her, looked at her, thought of her without permission. The list was already forming — Jaxon, Selene, the Thornfield girl, the vampire who watched her from fountains, the warlock who calculated her medical anomalies. Enemies or allies, it didn't matter. Only she mattered. I pressed the hair to my lips, inhaled jasmine and ozone, the scent preserved through alchemy and obsession. The brand on my chest pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat. Duskbane's crescent. Her mark. My covenant.

His shadow stretched over me, completely blotting out the moonlight. He leaned down, grabbing the iron frame of the headboard with both hands, trapping me beneath his massive frame once again. The sharp, clean scent of his sandalwood cologne mixed horribly with the raw metallic tang of Dr. Evans’s blood. "A safety deposit key," Lorenzo murmured, his face inches from mine. The white bandage across his broken nose made him look rugged, dangerous, and utterly unhinged. "In your apartment." "Yes," I breathed, trying to keep my hands perfectly still behind my back.

I asked, my gaze still fixed on his face. "Because it's high time you knew it. The wolves have started dying again, and only your death can save them. Nothing else, I promise you. And the death will come from the mate mark on your neck," he revealed as reality dawned on me. What the hell was this? "What if Damon had marked me?" "I would have found another fated mate." "The goddess wouldn't continue to give you a fated mate when you keep killing them," I argued. "Actually, she would. She wouldn't cleanse the polluted air of the pack. She doesn't have an option," he retorted. "What do you think, little Camilla? May we save your life or save the lives of the wolves?"

Then he carefully closed the gap between himself and the woman who was about to change for him. He took her hand in his and flipped her palm over. Yes, the mark was inside her left hand, cradled in her palm. It was exactly as he had predicted. A rose with a blood-red hue. He got close enough to notice the gold circle in her eyes. The pale gold that had the same effect on her as her hand had. She was far more than a simple bloodsucker. She was a princess of the vampire race. She was his key to power and immortality, and she was the ideal weapon with which to kick the demons who'd come to town to wipe off his people.

Oh so that was his name? "But she's under the protection of the North claw pack." Mark stated, making Vince hiss. "Her kind deserves no protection." He snarled. "You know nothing about her." Mark countered. "Abigail?" He called out to me, not taking his eyes off Vince. "Release the vampire." Mark ordered. I threw her to the ground immediately, making her rub her neck, swearing and crawling as far away from me as she can.

Sitting up, I was still a little lightheaded, but it was the burning in my forehead I was upset about. “What happened?” “Althea and Sabrina wanted to have a conversation.” “I wondered. Why wasn’t I brought along?” Jet asked. “I don’t know. They told me this mark was the Mark of Éloise. Basically, it means he is trying to turn me into the princess of the underworld so he can control my powers. We are on a tight time limit.” “What else did they say?” Jet asked as he folded his arms. “Althea put her finger to my forehead and made it so I will recognize a vampire when I see one. I mean, I know we can spell them, but I will know upon seeing too.”

I asked and pointed to the woman anchored to the man I had been staring at. "Ow she's Anastasia Valdemore, a vampire. Daughter of Duke Francisco Valdemore of Crimson Valley. She's part of the royal section too. She's dead over heels to Prince Daemon. She keeps on clingging to the prince like a leech and she's also prince daemon's fiancee but the prince doesn't feel the same way coz many rumors are spreading that the prince already found his beloved" Cheska said. I looked at them again, my eyebrows arched when i saw the prince looking at me again. I looked away and continued eating.

The woman is still sound asleep, I undress her, i need her dress, as mine tore when i shifted, i bite her neck and drain as much blood as quickly as I can. I bite my wrist and put it to her mouth just so she heals and no one knows she was killed by a vampire, I then get Nova to dig a hole, bury her and put her dress on. This is it, I need to find my mate, I head back toward the town and pick up his scent, following it away from the town. I travel until dawn, I'm getting tired, I need to rest, but Nova is getting antsy, this tells me my mate is near, she is running circles in my head.

My mate has finally quenched the unquenchable thirst of a vampire. I run my nose over her throat, desperately wishing that I could mark her. Technically, I have already marked her, but I know that the wolves mark each other differently. She hasn’t noticed it yet, but a vampire’s bite leaves silver dots on a werewolf’s skin. She must realize it, her mother would be covered in them, but she hasn’t said anything to me about my mark being on her, now in three places, her wrist, her pussy, and her breast. I take a deep breath of her scent. I’m so intoxicated by her that just her scent makes my head spin.