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

Puffy red eyes and puffy cheeks and all he could think of doing was how to kiss all the redness away. Those weren’t the type of redness he wanted on her face.t 


She hiccupped despite the cup of chamomile tea that she had already halfway. She still didn’t want to meet the eyes of the man standing by her side. 


She couldn’t believe she had slapped him. More so couldn’t believe she had cried without any restraint. 


In her defence, Falkur had called her ‘beautiful’. The one thing she used to think she wasn’t. The one thing she had heard in the final moments of her humanity to her vampire being. 


“It isn’t like Nanny Greta’s but I hope it’s to your liking’’ Falkur said calmly as he crossed his ankles. 


“/Yeah yes. It’s quite nice’’ She said as she nodded vigorously. 


Seeing him lean on the counter that way signified that he wasn’t leaving her circumference anytime soon. She followed up with his attempt at a conversation. 


“I hope she is alright’’ Rena said. 


MISS RUSOV