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Call Of The Dark

Driven by his need for revenge, Lazarus, the Lore’s most ruthless vampire, plots to seize the throne of Wilyra and rule it along with his betrothed, the fae goddess Maeve who thrives in a borrowed body. Lazarus has a perfect plan—until he finds Emmalyn, a young mortal who is the daughter of the rebel leader of blood vassals in his kingdom and an integral part of his plan. He captures the young girl to cast her soul out for Maeve. Emmalyn yearns for a better life to escape from her stepmother and an indifferent father. She never imagined that they would sell her to the royals to save her brother’s life. But there’s only one problem. Emmalyn tempts Lazarus beyond reason. As the time to cast her soul out draws closer, he must choose between his lust for the throne or his irresistible mortal. Will Lazarus succumb to lust for power and crown? Or will he risk it all to have a future with her? ___ This novel is a part of the series of Feral Confessions because of few common characters but is a standalone. Other books are: Feral Confessions: Adrianna and the Alpha, The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince, Ileus: The Dark Prince, Dark Hunger, The Alpha's Temptation Cover belongs to me. Cover artist: Michelle Lee

MishaK · Fantasy
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201 Chs

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Yizinia looked… alive. The streets bustled with people on errand. Nephie walked through the cobbled streets that were wide enough for two dragons to walk side by side. There were hawkers selling all kinds of wares. Extravagant carriages rolled beside her with girls wearing expensive gowns and men in flashy suits in them. Most of the storefronts were glass and gilt. Emma was naturally attracted to them. 

"Your mother would be proud to buy you a lot of those, Emma," Nephie said through her bond. "She's been really wanting to see you from a long time." 

As Nephie passed through the streets, the market squares gave way to large theaters and slowly the landscape changed into huge townhouses, each of which stood on a small hill. A dragon with green wings and peacock blue scales passed them. He bowed to Nephie and walked past. His rider, a man with light gray eyes, looked at Emma and smiled at her. Emma smiled back, smoothing her dress.