SapphirePeter

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

In war, no man watches how a man ends the life of another. 


A solid rule that is as old as time - Kill or be killed. 


But Prince Toran was too intrigued with what his eyes and brain had observed to continue fighting others. 


The blood that jutted out from Kamaz’s neck had stopped almost as soon as it had started. 


Due to the distance, Prince Toran had not been able to see how Kamaz’s skin had closed and sealed back. The trail of his neck was still splattered by his blood concealing the healing. 


But Toran knew no man could remain standing after that or for the man’s pace with his horse to double. 


Some might refer to it as a gut feeling, but it initiated the vibrations underneath Toran’s skin. These vibrations translated that there was something he would get to see if he followed after Kamaz who was hunting down a commander from the opposing soldiers- a supposed crazed and possessed leader of them. 


IT ENDS NOW