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Call Of The Dark

Driven by his need for revenge, Lazarus, the Lore’s most ruthless vampire, plots to seize the throne of Wilyra and rule it along with his betrothed, the fae goddess Maeve who thrives in a borrowed body. Lazarus has a perfect plan—until he finds Emmalyn, a young mortal who is the daughter of the rebel leader of blood vassals in his kingdom and an integral part of his plan. He captures the young girl to cast her soul out for Maeve. Emmalyn yearns for a better life to escape from her stepmother and an indifferent father. She never imagined that they would sell her to the royals to save her brother’s life. But there’s only one problem. Emmalyn tempts Lazarus beyond reason. As the time to cast her soul out draws closer, he must choose between his lust for the throne or his irresistible mortal. Will Lazarus succumb to lust for power and crown? Or will he risk it all to have a future with her? ___ This novel is a part of the series of Feral Confessions because of few common characters but is a standalone. Other books are: Feral Confessions: Adrianna and the Alpha, The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince, Ileus: The Dark Prince, Dark Hunger, The Alpha's Temptation Cover belongs to me. Cover artist: Michelle Lee

MishaK · Fantasia
Classificações insuficientes
201 Chs

[Bonus chapter] Reject Him

Maeve whipped her head towards the door and her body froze. Ailill tipped his head up and shot his release into her with a roar, his wings flared wide open. "Fuck Maeve," he rasped. He was panting heavily and his eyes were closed. He looked at her to see her reaction with a broad smile playing on his lips, but found her eyes fixed at the door, her face blanched. He followed her gaze and saw Lazarus, Magnus and Yul standing there. 

He pulled out, peeling his lips back with a snarl. They were busted. He summoned his magic to come forth but a dagger made of fae iron hit him straight into his shoulder. "Ahhh!" he shouted as agony lashed through him and he fell on the floor, naked. Blood oozed out of him as his skin burned where the dagger hit him. His mind went numb and he couldn't even pluck the dagger out. With the fae iron in him, he couldn't use his magic.