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#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#SUPERPOWERS
#TRANSMIGRATION
#REVENGE
#VAMPIRE
#SMUT
#FATEDLOVE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS

Mated To The Dead Prince

"But this feels real," She whispered. Curiosity got the best of her as she went around the coffin, luckily, it wasn't locked. She took a deep breath before pulling it open. "Jesus Christ!" Rose exclaimed, putting her hand over her chest as she breathed hard. She stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at a young man with the most beautiful face she'd ever seen, lying still and comfortably inside the coffin. Was he dead? He looked so pale like he was dead and yet so beautiful to be called dead. Talk about gothic beauty. Rose knew she should be running for her life at that moment, but she felt something drawing her closer to the man in the coffin, she flashed her light closer to his face as she reached her hand down and placed it right under his nose to check if he was still breathing. No air, his nose bridge was cold as ice too. Rose was still busy staring at the man's face when she felt something very icy touch her arm, she felt her heart drop to her stomach as she slowly turned her head to look at her arm, that's when she saw the white, slim, masculine fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. Her soul left her and her heart completely stopped beating, before starting to beat like a parade band in her chest. "Hail fucking Mary!" Rose whispered in a frightened tone, her lips quivered and her eyes widened unnaturally. She felt her legs become paralyzed from fear and unable to move or run. She dared to fearfully turn around and look at the man's face again, just to find his blood-colored eyes, staring icily at her. She was about to scream when the young man suddenly pulled her into his coffin with incredible speed, and the last thing she remembered was feeling how cold his body was before she felt an unnatural sleep overtake her. *** Rose Thiago was an ordinary human girl who loved reading dark fantasies but never believed in them. She suddenly gets warned by her best friend never to read those kinds of books again if she doesn't want to make herself visible to the dark creatures or evoke their world to herself, but she calls her bluff and reads them over and over again. On a field trip, Rose suddenly finds herself falling into an endless hole, and when she finally meets the solid ground, she discovers that it is no longer familiar ground. She gravely realized that just as her friend said, she'd finally drawn the dark world to herself. She somehow manages to bump herself into a beautiful man lying inside a coffin and dared to touch him just for the dead man to suddenly hold her hands and disappeared with her. In that moment, she came to believe that magical creatures did exist. And she was about to discover that she had the blood of the sun. Two thousand years ago, to survive a dreadful poison, The prince of the dark world, Cassius Levi, sought refuge in his healing grave, only to awaken when the right time for his revenge came. What he didn't expect was to be forcefully awakened by an undeserving mortal.

Rosegold_n · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
67 Chs
#R18
#WEAKTOSTRONG
#DARK
#SUPERPOWERS
#TRANSMIGRATION
#REVENGE
#VAMPIRE
#SMUT
#FATEDLOVE
#ENEMIESTOLOVERS

Chapter 22

Cassius nodded and turned his back to Rose. He leaned his body close to hers and Rose started to hyperventilate.

Was he trying to continue kissing her in front of Eliot?

"Enter," He whispered.

Rose blinked as she realized that Cassius had only opened the door behind her.

"Oh..." She replied unintelligibly and slowly stepped into the room with her back.

Cassius followed her in, his eyes watching her face and once again, fear was back on it.

That longing he had seen in her eyes was nowhere to be found.

He kept his eyes on her as she kept moving backward into the room. It was dark, and he could see perfectly, but he knew she couldn't.

Rose kept moving backwards until her heels touched a solid surface then she stopped and tried to look around the dark room.

She could already guess where she was with the heavy smell of old and thick books; she could tell it was a library and an ancient one at that.