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 wood dwellers as their name suggested, had an inn built in the middle of the woods. 


Over the past futile attempts, they had been able to come up with a solution to losing men and ensuring superior bargains. 


Unsuspecting sojourners would instantly be overcome by a faux sense of relief on seeing the warm building and will be lured to spend some time in it. 


And Princess Tema and her group had been one of these unsuspecting fellows. 


After those solid hours without shelter, a room had never felt like heaven like that one had at that moment. 


They had chosen to stay in separate rooms and soon after the little fire braziers in their respective rooms had warmed them, their meals were brought to them. 


Julius was halfway into the meal when he felt slightly queasy. He forced the feeling away by drinking a good gulp of the water provided but it somehow persisted. 


THE WOOD DWELLERS