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I Become The Supreme Vampire Lord

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING - Swearing and sexual scenes are apart of this novel!!!] Al'Hazier was never as obedient as his older brothers had been. He got himself in trouble often, and did things he was explicitly told not to do - like drink things from the forbidden cabinet in the cellar looking to get a little drunk. He had no idea he had taken a precious, forbidden potion that his father had actually been saving for himself at the right moment. When the king discovered his youngest son had taken the very nectar he coveted - he was so furious that he did the unthinkable: He cut up Al'Hazier's body with a silver knife, and divided up his body parts around their country. For his head, though - King Varkys made sure that it was preserved in a crystal-lined silver box. A head that would never die. A head that lived in dark silence. A head in a sense - literally buried in the sand. That was over 300 years ago. Going mad, and certain he would be surrounded in darkness forever until the earth finally exploded and disintegrated his corpse - Al'Hazier wasn't expecting to see the sunny seaside again, nor did he expect a group of beautiful women to be the first thing he had seen in decades. After discovering his brother is up to no good, and how terrible the world has become, Azier finds his heart soft for his female companions, and hardened against Azrael, who has taken control over literally /everything/. Once he finally reveals his secrets to the six sexy saviors, they help him grow his abilities as well as his knowledge for the new world...but it comes at a price. Find out what happens when one war front becomes two as Azier not only takes on the tyranny of his brother - but his actual self as well when things end up not even close to what he expected. *Volume One Completed!!!* **Updated Daily** 50 Power stones = one extra chapter for that week. 1 Golden Ticket = two extra chapters that week. Gifts = four extra chapters for that week.

Starparticle · Fantasy
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269 Chs

Traitor in Red is Dreaming of Me

Ilsandra had forgotten how life on the ship at been. She had become so used to the peace she had woken up to, that the stark contrast of this moment where her eyes opened to the sight of Azrael's disfigured form made her more than sick - it was like she had become his captor from day one all over again.

It was a cursed nightmare she couldn't wake from no matter how hard she tried. Tonight was no exception. She rolled over as far as she could from Azrael who still snored at her side, but she didn't get far with how short the chain attached to the collar around her neck was. Ilsandra just barely managed to release her skin from his and let the little flow of air between their bodies be her liberation for the moment.