A bright and kind soul is smalltown girl Miranda. Though she loves her mother down to her every fibre she can't help but wish to get away from her over controlling clutches. So, she grabs the first opportunity she gets and opts for a college as faraway as possible from her hometown. Luck shines on her when she reunites with her two best friends there. But perhaps the Gods had something else in mind for her so they flank her in an unknown world with horrors which remain hidden from the average human eye. She longs to be among those average and shield herself from the newfound horrors of the world she is made a part of. But how can she be left with the average human when she isn't even one of them. Her people, well at least some of her people, still await her.

"The sight I saw left me speechless."

"I closed my eyes waiting for his lips to meet mine but instead felt a sharp pain shoot through my neck to my whole body."

"Yet it was shrouded in darkness such that I could not make any of its facial features except for it's red ember - like eyes."

"Blood smeared on both of them."

"What the fuck are you doing?", were the only words I could catch before I finally let the darkness take me.

"I was on my own now."


A story of love, light and twisted prophecies. What will happen next is still to this day............untold.

The Ode Untold

I sputtered on my own spit. This was an open death trap. But denying it left even less chances at life itself for us. The people here were strong and loyal but the mere existence of them was a treachery. 


Samarah's condition was as delicate as anything and Luce Mia Omgsh! 


The king should never know about her. I couldn't even send them to Kendall's mother immediately as this would create more suspicion and could even result in a clash amongst the clans. The situation was dire but I knew what I had to do. After all, the very foundation of my being is to protect. 


The entire setting had a sense of dread in it since the beginning and the temperature seemed to drop by a few degrees when the king announced his decision. His icy gaze scanned each of the anxious faces in the room as soon as the last sentence left his mouth, for some action of resistance. 


Their mouths might have gone dry, their blood might have ran cold and their heartbeats might have fastened but none of them seemed to show signs of protest. Although, the vampire king could not read minds but he was exceptionally well versed in detecting body language and this ability came in handy to him at several times including now. 


Nonchalantly, he glanced at Samarah, sipping his goblet of the metallic liquid resembling wine (although it was not) and took a long sip looking straight into Samarah's eyes. Two of the other girls flinched as the rustic smell hit their noses while Damon looked disgustingly at him. 


But this mere girl Samarah didn't display any emotion. She drank her soup while looking his direction but discreetly avoiding his eyes. The king's mind had confusion as thick as fog surrounding it. But the endearing girl had definitely caught the attention of the bloodthirsty king. 


He tried to make eye contact with her but she managed to dodge it everytime. The king liked her alertness and was impressed that she knew that commoners shouldn't look into the eyes of the royals; as (according to an old fable) royal vampire's can suck the life of other beings just by a mere look in the eyes. 


His sharp gaze towards her softened. Clearing his throat he spoke up," Damon you will be leaving tonight by 8. Be ready." 


Damon immediately threw him a sideways glance but moved his head in a slow nod, complying so easily that the king was left off - guard. 


Normally, Damon would put up a fight with him but this man was pretty smooth and the king was in a good mood at the prospect of spending sometime with Samarah, without the looming figure of Damon analysing his every move. He was looking forward to tonight.


Chapter 36: Samarah caught someone's fancy. Again.