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

Before the guests from Bailimi sat down on the seats provided, Prince Toran gently nudged his sister by her side. 


It was a sign for her to remove her veil. It would serve as a sign of their readiness and acceptance. 


Tema was surprised to see Falkur. She clearly remembered who he was and she was not expecting to see him so soon. 


She had known she was going to see him because if he was a nobody, he wouldn't have been interested in the Prince and had her tackled to the ground like a runaway livestock. 


The Prince nudged her again and the nudge this time was more urgent as he sent an aggressive stare at her and quickly sent a smile back to the King of Zoah. Tema swallowed before one of her hands found the hem of her veil. She slid it off her face gradually till every facial feature of hers was out on display. 


The King had a good smile on. The Princess was indeed very beautiful, and the words that traveled before her had not been exaggerated in the slightest. 


SHE'S THE ONE