CHAPTER SIXTY – FIVE

“What the hell had just happened?!” Xanthus demanded as he paced at the scarred remains of the earth. The sudden eruption of energy created these cracks on the surface, effectively burying the remains of those who were murdered by the changelings. They were standing like statues as the darkness enveloped the princess. It took Xanthus a whole second before his brain ordered him to move. His hand grazed the white ball that surrounded the princess, his fingertips immediately singed as though burned by the sun but was unable to get a good grip. He was so disappointed in himself.

He had been prepared to battle it out with the crazed magician/villain or whoever he was. That magician’s attack on his coven has severely dented his authority as a vampire lord. Many of his followers are now questioning his rule. Three hundred years of unchallenged rule was undermined by such an incompetent power hungry immortal. He was ready for bloodshed. But then this happened.