Starparticle

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING - Swearing and sexual scenes are apart of this novel!!!]

Al'Hazier was never as obedient as his older brothers had been. He got himself in trouble often, and did things he was explicitly told not to do - like drink things from the forbidden cabinet in the cellar looking to get a little drunk.

He had no idea he had taken a precious, forbidden potion that his father had actually been saving for himself at the right moment. When the king discovered his youngest son had taken the very nectar he coveted - he was so furious that he did the unthinkable: He cut up Al'Hazier's body with a silver knife, and divided up his body parts around their country.

For his head, though - King Varkys made sure that it was preserved in a crystal-lined silver box. A head that would never die. A head that lived in dark silence. A head in a sense - literally buried in the sand.

That was over 300 years ago. 

Going mad, and certain he would be surrounded in darkness forever until the earth finally exploded and disintegrated his corpse - Al'Hazier wasn't expecting to see the sunny seaside again, nor did he expect a group of beautiful women to be the first thing he had seen in decades.

After discovering his brother is up to no good, and how terrible the world has become, Azier finds his heart soften for his female companions, and hardened against Azrael, who has taken control over literally everything.

Once he finally reveals his secrets to the six sexy saviors, they help him grow his abilities as well as his knowledge for the new world...but it comes at a price. 

Find out what happens when one war front becomes two as Azier not only takes on the tyranny of his brother - but his actual self as well when things end up not even close to what he expected.

*Volume One Completed!!!*

**Updated Daily**
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1 Golden Ticket = two extra chapters that week.
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I Become The Supreme Vampire Lord

This hadn't gone to plan at all. Dagon thought that by now Natalie would have spilled something out that was suspicious, but the lovely woman had been nothing but pleasant company.

Too pleasant. So much so that it didn't really settle right with him since something told him this was a trap, or a lie. However, the more their conversation went on, the more he relaxed and had even invited her into his bed to lay at his side as they poured over maps and spoke about their duties over their small little city when his desk ran out of space with books and letters.

"We need to send them more feeders. Azrael doesn't want any more old ones right now. He says the demons have complained that they taste different," Natalie informed him as they looked over correspondence.

"Are their tongues sensitive? They taste just fine." Dagon scoffed and snuffed out briefly with distaste. "Fine. We will adjust our workers, then."

Dagon Deviates