wilddreamer627

It all started with a deed to a mansion; Crimson Estate.
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“W-Who are you?" Anya stammered with fear at the three men before her

The man in the center stepped forward. “Welcome home, Anya," he said with a deep voice.

Her legs felt like they might give out beneath her. She had no idea who these men were, but one thing was clear—they had been expecting her. And they were anything but normal.

They looked like they were in their late twenties, with glowing red irises that terrified her.

The one in the center, Kai, a tall man with jet-black hair and an authoritative presence narrowed his eyes at her. "Quit being afraid," he ordered. "Hearing your heart race like that is distracting."

Anya couldn't speak, couldn't even think clearly. Fear gripped her so tightly she felt she might pass out—or worse, embarrass herself by peeing her pants.

Damien, another wet-like black-haired man with a mysterious, almost disarming charm, took a step toward her. "Easy," he said gently, reaching out as if to calm her. But as his hand moved closer, Anya jerked away, her foot catching on the rug beneath her. She tripped and fell hard to the floor.

"Look," Zephyr, the third man—ginger-haired and softer in appearance—spoke up, his voice was calm and less terrifying. As he crouched slightly, his red eyes dimmed to a more human-like glow. "We're not here to hurt you, Anya."

Anya forced herself to speak despite her fear. "How... how can you expect me not to be scared? How can I trust any of you?" Her gaze shifted from one man to the other. 

“I don't even know who you are, and this house—this house was left by my deceased grandmother to me!"

Zephyr chuckled lightly under his breath, but before he could say anything, Kai spoke. "It's been two years since we sent out that envelope. You were meant to come here, and I'm glad you finally did."

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Anya always believed she was just an ordinary girl, orphaned and stuck in a mundane life—until her 18th birthday changes everything. A mysterious letter leads her to Crimson Estate, where she meets three hot vampire brothers, each carrying the weight of a deadly prophecy. Anya soon discovers she’s not just human but a Nyx—a powerful being destined to either save or destroy the vampire race.

As she navigates her  powers, eerie visions of death and fire plague her dreams. With danger closing in and the brothers relying on her to protect the vampire race, Anya must decide: embrace her true nature, or risk losing everything. But with secrets lurking in the shadows, unfinished business and boy drama, one wrong move could set their world ablaze.

Can Anya save the vampire race before it’s too late?




###PSA; none of the images I used belongs to me. I got them all from Pinterest and I would take them down if requested by the owners.

The Orphan’s Inheritance; Crimson Estate

Harlan was still bound to the chair, and Damien still stood opposite him, watching him like a hawk. His face was worn and pale. He shifted slightly as he was in discomfort.

"When are you going to release me?" Harlan asked with a hoarse voice.

Damien didn't look at him, he kept his eyes focused elsewhere. "Your stay at Crimson Estate is indefinite."

Harlan's nostrils flared, he was frustrated. "Indefinite?" His tone was bitter and angry. "Why keep me here, Damien? What's the point?"

Damien finally looked his way. "We're not ready for war."

Harlan let out a dry laugh, with his head tilting back as if the answer was too absurd to bear. "You think keeping me here for this long won't ignite a full-blown war? Do you honestly think that?"

Damien clenched his jaw, saying nothing, and Harlan took it as an invitation to continue. His voice dropped lower, almost taunting.

The Dying Faction