Lord Ragnar Kamazotz is a vampire and the first ever of his kind.
The beast in him only recognizes the tune of one lady…his Zeda. 
In his earliest years, she was the only person that could calm him down or get him close to sanity with the help of her instrument.

All that stopped when she was gruesomely murdered by the greedy members of the royal family. He slayed everyone involved but he was never himself again. 
He survived by relying on The Prophecy that promised her coming back.
Seven centuries later, he meets her again and his world is at peace until scenes from the ancient days rise up in this present one, threatening to kill her…again!

People called her his poison but he called her ‘his Antidote”.
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“I remember…I remember you now my love” Zelda said as more tears fell from her eyes as she looked at the man who had suffered through centuries seeking her return.
Kamaz was tongue tied…overwhelmed and his heart rate was faster than normal.
She remembers…

“I missed you so much Zeda” Kamaz said and Zeda lifted her hand to his face and he leaned into her small hand.
“I missed you badl..” Kamaz wanted to continue but the rest of his words were buried in Zeda’s mouth.
She had stood on her toes and slid her hands around his neck, dragging him to her level and placing her lips on his.
Kamaz was stunned but not for long…
He lifted her petite frame from her thighs and wrapped her around his waist for their heads to be at the same level and tears fell off their eyes as they kissed - pouring all of them into that soul uniting and heart joining kiss.
She moved herself impossibly closer to him, making him second guess his decision of taking things slowly with her.

“Quinzi toman,” Kamazotz groaned as their scents tangled.

The Vampire King's Only Antidote

The wine was served before the lady came in. 


I could tell that there was nothing underneath the peach-coloured kilt she was wearing. 


Green eyes like the ocean, dashing red tainted her lips, the outline of her body visibly known…she was very beautiful, but she wasn't who my soul sought. 


“You asked for me, My Lord," She said with a smile. I was seated on one of the sofas provided in the room. 


When she walked to me, she immediately knelt. 


“I'm here to please you, My Lord. Tell me what you will have me do," She said, her eyes fluttering from my trousers to my face. 


I said nothing and took a good swig of the wine in my hand, but as she placed one of her hands on my thigh, my skin felt revolted, and my free hand snaked around her neck, mildly choking her. 


“I knew you were not like the other cool Princes. 


You don't know how excited I was when I was told I'd be the one serving you tonight, My Lord! 


FALLING