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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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Dynamics

"Naomi!" Olya shot back. "How can you even think like that? Lord Lazarus and Emma are mates. How can I get in between them?" 

Naomi shook her head. "Olya, you are too young to understand the dynamics of the palace. You don't know how things work." Then she glanced around as if to see if there was anyone around. She lowered her voice and said, "I have heard that Lord Lazarus hasn't marked Emma yet. That means that even though she is his mate, he is actually not interested in her. Do you see what is happening? He doesn't want her to be his wife." 

"Gods above! Naomi you are just being bitchy!" Olya retorted. She got up from there and went to the window to take a deep breath in. She hated her sister's shenanigans. She hated how she looked at the world. Why was everyone so twisted to achieve their goals? And why were the goals so twisted? Why couldn't people have the right vision?