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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

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Lazarus stopped when Emma lifted her hand to stop him. She turned her face to look at Viktor with anger bubbling in her chest. She had had enough of his nonsense and didn't want to hear him. 

She took a step closer to him. "It seems that all you have is whores around you. That is why every woman that you see looks like a whore to you!"

"Emma!" Viktor growled, seething with fury. "Stay in your limits." 

"No!" she snapped. "You keep within your limits. You've gone without a wife and a mate for so long that you have stopped respecting women. But you know what? I pity you! You could never be a good mate and a good father because you were always focused on your throne." 

"Guards!" Viktor barked, shaking with rage. 

A guard threw his spear at her, but before it could even touch her, the spear burned midair when Nephie breathed fire at it.