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Vampire King's Werewolf Bride

It's a story of a Vampire King and a Werewolf girl. Acera De Luca (Royal Darkness). He happened to be looking for a cure for his people, so they could walk under the sun and live their lives as normal people.  A prophecy was told centuries ago claiming that ‘One day a divine power in the form of a female will come in the aid of vampires. She will be the key to breaking the curse.’ But it turned out the girl was his soulmate! Sophie Clearwood never thought that her greatest desire would become her worst nightmare. She couldn’t help but regret not listening to her father’s words and ran away from her home. For what? In search of a person who she didn’t even know existed or not?  And when she found him, she couldn’t understand why The Moon made such a huge mistake by tying her with the man who was not just an enemy, but also had someone by his side and felt nothing for her. Running out of luck, how will Sophie survive in the castle filled with bloodthirsty monsters? Where everyone wanted her dead.  And how much longer Acera could deny the mate bond? Continue reading to find out!

Reet_Amber · Fantasi
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139 Chs

They Have To Pay,

"You think that makes me happy? Knowing what kind of hell she had to go through because of me? And now she got even worse and I couldn't help her with that no matter how much I wanted to. I am helpless. I'm a coward to leave her behind!" 

I couldn't help but let out all the anger, frustration, and rage I had bottled up within me all the time. 

I couldn't help but blame myself for all of this. Only if I had thought differently. Only if I was able to see through the traps. But that was a thing I didn't manage to do and now I regret it more than anything. 

I wished I could get another chance like any other loser breathing on this planet earth. Pathetic? I knew it. There was no such thing as a second chance. Believe it when it comes out of my mouth I left centuries and centuries. Yet I never got that one chance. 

Damage was done. There was no good cry over the spilled milk and hope for a miracle. There's no such thing as a miracle.