Bound To The Vampire Lord
I had long since come to learn that werewolves, on certain occasions, had a thirst for wine that could rival the burning thirst vampires had for human blood.
There was time like that, I knew, a time of unbridled thirst, unbridled longing, and not just for blood. For land. For realms. For crowns and rulership. The vampires, led by their king, marched across the land, a host of pastel skin and obsidian armour. They contrived to conquer the world. To sink their fangs into it and drain it of its lifeblood and that of every other one of its races.
Bab Populer