The Vampire Luna
Vampires and werewolves have been at war for centuries. In an attempt to make peace, Alessandra, the vampire princess, is wed to the Alpha Emperor of the werewolves, Xavier. All her life, Alessandra has grown up learning that the werewolves are barbaric in nature, a far cry from the elegant vampires. What happens, though, when Alessandra realizes that this is far from the truth? Their relationship starts off rocky with misunderstandings about each other, but through time, a bond slowly builds as they encounter and overcome obstacles together as king and queen, alpha and luna, husband and wife! When a cult started by an ancient vampire attempts to sow discord between two kingdoms, can Alessandra and Xavier maintain peace between both races? Or will their kingdoms fall into war and ruin, dragging their budding love down with it? — [Excerpt] When the guards declared the groom's entrance, everyone's attention turned to the door. I felt a hammer on my chest. Here comes the barbarian, I thought. I was looking away, lowering my gaze. The man entered the wedding hall. I felt like my intestine would come out of my mouth. The sudden gulps of the guests were not going unnoticed in my ears. What caused the guests to respond like that? Was the man that hideous? I lost my zeal to look at him. With a heavy heart, I kept looking away until he stood in front of me. Slowly, I glanced at the man standing in front of me. My heart was pounding so hard that I felt like it would burst. I gasped. There was no way he was the alpha lord and the groom of tonight's wedding. The phenomenally handsome man from earlier was standing right in front of me. Up close, he was multiple times more attractive. Barbaric man? Who? He was radiating such royal energy that even the noblest vampires were intimidated when he entered. My husband-to-be.
Chapter 47 -- Stain
After a few failed attempts to break the door knob, I angrily kicked on the door. However, the door opened at the same time, and I almost ended up breaking my nose bridge.
"Who on the earth are you to lock me, you jerk?" I asked angrily, falling to the ground.
"For being an empress, you certainly own quite a foul mouth, My Lady," the man who entered said.
"I heard that before," I said calmly, recognizing the familiar voice.
I turned to come face to face with the ancient Lord's butler, Arendt. The man was in his usual black suit, with the world's fakest smile imprinted on his face.
"Do all the butlers radiate the same cheeky bastard energy?'' I murmured.
"I heard that, My Lady," Arendt said calmly. The smile did not fade a bit.
"Nevermind, I just remembered someone similar to you," I said. Cassius really never returned after that night. I wondered what could have happened to him.