|NOVEL UNDER RECONSTRUCTION. DO NOT READ YET| "It was never a bright idea to deceive a vampire. Yet, she did it anyway." Human enslavement at the hands of vampires has been long abolished... for the most part. The two races now live in different regions and keep to themselves. But when Hiln falls on hard times, she masks as a lower ranking vamp and finds herself working within the castle walls of the highest ranking vampire nobles. Things seem to go well until Hiln unknowingly catches the attention of one of these Lords. And nothing will prepare her for the desire and chaos that is to follow. DISACLAIMER: The cover art doesn't belong to me
¬ FASHIRE
"I have already decided. I will be taking the throne… and the life of your sister soon."
Effer Leth, the older sister of Draconia's King, Maybelle's mother, and my aunt halted on the winding path of obsidian stone that wound through the serene garden. Her sightless, ink-black eyes shifted to me.
She stood tall, a touch taller than I was. Her chin remained perpetually elevated, the well-defined contours of her jaw and high cheekbones adding to the regal demeanour she always carried about.
Wrinkles, however, crinkled at the corners of her eyes, betraying the age most beings assume upon first meeting her. Regardless of all that, she still looked nothing like a woman who had lived for close to two millennia.
"Your mother?" she asked, but it sounded more like a statement than a question.