Vanitas Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This someone has been forgetten back then, this someone destroyed me before. But today, he will dominate me again, hunt me and become his obsession this time. In Vlaze Kingdom, I am the Vampire's Obsession. NOTE: This story is a work of fiction. Names, Places, Incidents are only imagination of Author. Any resemble real names, places, co-events and locals are just coincidental. Thank you! God bless! Ps: plagiarism is a crime

The only distinction between a hero and a villain is that the latter chooses to utilize his or her authority selfishly and at the expense of others. The sun hasn't risen yet but the workers on the field are already preparing for their day. "Wake up! What are you a royalty? It is already four in the morning. You should wake up early because we have to work before the sun's heat will strike." Martha, the servant manager, is waking up their newly-arrived member.

Rycon’s cold stare lingered on the weeping child. How could an ordinary vampire without blue blood know something so advanced when they had only just begun teaching archery and basic combat? How could someone like Rycon hit all those apples so easily? Suvan couldn't shake the strange feeling he had about Rycon. There was something unexplainable about the boy. Kingdom of Sarsul... One by one, the fallen black vampires rose again in their kingdom. Thanks to Usban’s power to resurrect the dead, it wasn’t hard for them to awaken their long-sleeping empire.

ZARA POV Anticipation hung in the air as the mating ceremony approached—an annual ritual where mates embraced each other, marking the beginning of a lifelong bond. It was a joyous occasion where couples accepted, marked, and pledged to marry. However, I harbored a secret—a burden I carried alone. I was carrying Ryder Blackmane's child, a consequence of the night he had forcibly taken my virginity without consent. His actions were a painful memory etched into my soul, yet he refused to acknowledge the wrongs he had committed.

“You bled silver under the moon. You healed a mortal child with your tears. Do you even understand what that means?” I tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened slightly. “Let me go.” He did, instantly. I stumbled back, gasping. His expression didn’t change, but his aura flared, dragon heat and wolf dominance woven together. “Tell me your name.” “Vanessa.” “Vanessa,” he repeated slowly, tasting it like a secret. “You’re not from any of the four kingdoms, are you?” “Four?” He gave a slow nod. “The Silverclaw in the East, the Nightbane in the West, the Moonveil in the North… and my kingdom, Blackflame, to the South.”

What started as a struggling racing brand with two broken-down garages had become a full enterprise — sponsorship deals, media contracts, international exposure. I built that. I also built Damien. Not her. “It’s mine now,” she replied coolly. The calmness in her tone only made my anger spike higher. She unfolded a paper and handed it to me. “It’s done,” she said simply. My fingers trembled as I snatched the papers from her. I scanned the first page quickly. My eyes widened. It was an official deed for the company. Lilith Voss, biological daughter of Elias Thorne, named sole successor and rightful heir to Thorne’s Renegades.

Every click of the keyboard, every whisper in the hall reminded him that something or someone was watching. Vanessa, the woman who had once thought herself clever, had discovered that control was not love. She had tried to play the queen, but even queens bleed when they are cornered. Her beauty had become armor, her charm a blade. And yet, every night she looked at the baby sleeping beside her, she wondered which part of her soul she had sold to survive in Adrian’s world.

A mark from The Veil — something ancient, designed to hollow men out and wear them like masks. And it’s winning. Every hour, it grows stronger. Every thought I have, it whispers its own beside it. You were born for this. She made you weak. Burn her before she burns you. Amara sleeps beside me that night, unaware that I’m watching her. Her hair sprawls across the sheets like spilled ink, her breath steady, her pulse fragile against the darkness. The voice laughs softly inside my head. Kill the queen. Rule the ashes. I shut my eyes, pressing a hand against my chest — where my heart beats twice. Once for me. Once for it.