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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.

RobinDAce · Fantasia
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80 Chs

Chapter 20 - Shame

I was continuously biting my lower lip while staring at the garnet invitation letter from the elders' palace. My name written in jasmine white was glowing on the card.

"What do they want now?" I murmured, frowning.

"As the new Empress, you must show your greetings to the elderly palace, My Lady," Lydia said while placing the sapphire hair clip in my bun.

"But the Lord has left early in the morning. Should I go alone?" I murmured worriedly.

"You can ask Prince Edrik to accompany you. He has been reflecting on his actions lately. I believe it will be an opportunity to melt the ice between His Majesty and Prince Edrik," Lydia said.

I glanced at her face. She suddenly realized and bowed right away, "Forgive me, My Lady. I went ahead with my words."

I exhaled deeply and stared at the mirror, "Your words are not expendable. Prince Edrik can prove to the Lord that he meant no harm to me."