A story of a male vampire who was betrayed by his lover and came back home to his family and friends who had always been waiting and looking for him
In the heart of Eldrith, where cobblestone streets wound through ancient alleyways and lamplights flickered with an otherworldly glow, a concealed community of vampires thrived. Their enclave nestled within the town's core, shielded by a veil of secrecy woven through centuries. Eldrith was a living tapestry of history, where the mundane and the supernatural coexisted in a delicate dance.
As the moon ascended, casting its ethereal glow over the town, the vampires emerged from the shadows of their hidden dwellings. Tall spires and wrought-iron gates concealed the true nature of their existence. Eldrith had become a sanctuary for these immortal beings, bound together not just by their supernatural heritage but by shared experiences that spanned generations.
Within the confines of their clandestine meeting chamber, adorned with tapestries depicting ancient tales, the vampires convened. Elder vampires, adorned in regal attire that echoed eras long past, presided over discussions that intertwined the preservation of their kind with the subtle influences they exerted on the unsuspecting human populace.
The air within the chamber crackled with an energy that hinted at both the weight of their existence and the intrigue that surrounded their tightly knit community. Each vampire carried a legacy, a story etched into the fabric of Eldrith, and as they gathered, there was a sense of reverence for the age-old traditions that bound them together.
As introductions were exchanged and discussions unfolded, a newcomer, Seraphina, entered the chamber. Her entrance sparked a subtle ripple among the vampires-a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Seraphina, with her penetrating gaze and a presence that hinted at a hidden past, became the focal point of attention. She brought with her an air of mystery, a whispered secret that clung to the hem of her dark cloak.
The moonlight streaming through stained glass windows illuminated the faces of those gathered-the solemn expressions of elders, the curiosity in the eyes of younger vampires, and the veiled scrutiny directed at Seraphina. It was within this tapestry of characters that the story began, a tale of a community living in the shadows, united by both the timeless struggle for survival and the bonds that transcended the boundaries of night.
Within the sacred chamber, the atmosphere thickened with tension as Lucius, a once-respected leader, succumbed to the whispers of forbidden power. The betrayal unfolded in the flickering candlelight, each revelation casting shadows on the once-unbreakable bonds. The ancient tapestries seemed to darken as the echoes of Lucius' actions reverberated through the chamber, leaving the vampires grappling with a newfound reality-a reality fractured by deception.
Lucius, with eyes that once held the wisdom of centuries, now reflected a hunger for power that transcended the natural order. His betrayal was a dagger to the heart of the vampire community, cutting through the trust that had bound them together for generations. As the elders exchanged wary glances, the younger vampires bore witness to the crumbling of an age-old hierarchy. The chamber, once a haven, now resonated with the distant echoes of betrayal.
In the aftermath, as the candles flickered low, the betrayed vampires faced a stark choice-to succumb to despair or to rise from the ashes of fractured bonds. Whispers of unrest lingered within the concealed alleys of Eldrith, and the moon witnessed the internal turmoil that mirrored the celestial unrest above. Lucius, now an outcast among his own kind, disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind a community grappling with the void he had created.
As the elders convened in solemn discussion, the younger vampires sought solace in the fragments of trust that remained. The tapestries that once adorned the chamber seemed to weep, their vibrant threads now tainted by the darkness that had unfolded. The story of Eldrith took an unexpected turn-a tale of betrayal that would resonate through the ages.
As the moon waned, the vampires navigated the consequences of betrayal. Eldrith's cobblestone streets, once familiar, became paths of isolation. Relationships strained, and the vampires found themselves at the outskirts of both the human world and their own community. Internal conflicts intensified, with forgiveness remaining elusive and trust becoming a scarce commodity among the fractured group. Shadows clung to every corner of Eldrith, mirroring the darkness within the hearts of the betrayed.
Eldrith, once a haven for vampires, transformed into a labyrinth of uncertainty. The lamplights, once a beacon guiding their nocturnal wanderings, now cast elongated shadows that seemed to whisper of a community in disarray. Within the hidden alcoves, vampires exchanged guarded glances, questioning the loyalty that had once been their unwavering foundation.
Among the betrayed, a young vampire named Elara emerged as a beacon of hope. With fiery determination, she sought to mend the shattered realities that now defined Eldrith. The streets became witnesses to her tireless efforts as she sought to rebuild bridges between those who had once called each other kin. The chamber, once filled with the weight of despair, now echoed with Elara's footsteps as she navigated the fractured landscape of relationships.
The tapestries that adorned the ancient meeting chamber seemed to reflect the turmoil outside their embroidered frames. Threads of unity now frayed, and the vibrant hues of shared history dulled into shades of melancholy. Yet, within the hearts of the betrayed vampires, a flicker of resilience endured. The story of Eldrith, once defined by the harmony of shared secrets, now unfolds as a testament to the strength found in the face of shattered realities.
Determined to restore their unity, the betrayed vampires embarked on a treacherous investigation. The scent of ancient tomes and the glow of flickering candles filled hidden chambers as they delved into the shadows of their shared history. Each revelation unearthed hidden motives, forcing them to confront the shadows within their own ranks. The psychological toll of betrayal deepened, creating a tapestry of emotions that intertwined with the secrets they sought to unveil.
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
I'm a Luna. After three years of marriage to Alpha Nathaniel Blackwood, I'm finally pregnant with his pup. But he's unclaimed me for his first love. I'm leaving the pack with this secret, praying he never finds out. Nathaniel Blackwood is a handsome, powerful Alpha. In a world where humans and werewolves coexist, he has it all: a billion-dollar empire, untold power, a massive pack, and, most importantly, the perfect Luna. But the return of his first love shattered our marriage. When he finds out the secret I've been hiding, will he regret rejecting me? Will I ever be able to forgive him? Dive into this gripping serialized novel to find out more-Enjoy the ride!
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."