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

Princess Tema had come to the Fifth Prince’s quarters because she wanted to see Falkur. He was the only one who at least tried to pay her mind. 


Her brother just wanted her to take care of her skin and appearance as regards the wedding and wouldn't spare a second to be with her. 


Maybe it was because he was trying to avoid questions regarding their sister. Her betrothed was not even involved in the options as he preferred going to the mountains rather than trying to know about his wife-to-be. 


It was early in the morning and a few moments before Kamaz and the others went to interrogate the prisoners. No guard was standing before Falkur's room and there was no one to deny her entry. 


She had gradually snuck in and was grateful to find Falkur on his bed. He was without an upper apparel and was swathed in linen from his upper abdomen down to his waist. The lower part of his body was covered in a quilt to provide some warmth. 


IN FALKUR'S ROOM