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When Blood Runs Cold

[MATURE CONTENT] A vampire's love is a dangerous thing. Beautiful and fiery, dangerous and domineering. A perfect lover, and, a perfect killer... 'A vampire is the world's perfect predator,' I was once told. 'Seduce you with a smile, a wink, a caress of your cheek, a kiss on your lips. Then they will rip your wings off with their bare hands, leave you flightless; yet in their tight embrace of death, enchanted, you would not even struggle. Not even as they drained each thick drop of blood from your pulsing veins. Vampires are as masterful as they are cruel, they would like nothing greater than to play the overlord in a game of life and death, of love and lies. To them, you are a trifle, a plaything to tempt and toy with. If you think you are anything more, then you have already fallen for their trap.' If this is true, it would take him little under an hour to have me dead. I should have been dead weeks ago. Maybe, I already am.

Wolfgirl1215 · Fantasy
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289 Chs

A sleepless night for the immortals

"We will relay your plan promptly to our Lady and ensure her safety," the second wolf assures with a low grow, bowing his head once more. The other wolf too bows low and respectfully, giving my hand one last nudge with his snout as they used to do to me when I was younger and more volatile. Back then, their words were about the only thing that could ever quell the rage inside me- the blood lust and anger, though never entirely.

Perhaps they can already sense my apprehension now.

Suffice to say, thinking about what my putrid brother might do to my wife in the time it takes me to search for Kagura and the crystal palace is not in the least comforting, and certainly of no benefit to quelling my rage.

But hopefully, that will be a burden that I will not have to bear for much longer.