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

The sound of a trumpet rends Falkur and Rena slightly apart from each other. The both of them were breathing hard, eyes on each other like they wanted to take the other right there at that moment – against the very floor they were standing or on the counter Falkur had Rena pressed against. 


Zeda and Kamaz’s wedding ceremony was about to commence and they had to put one another in looks that accorded the ceremony. 


“What was that for?” Rena asked in an almost breathless tone, referring to the kiss. 


“A testament that you are not alone anymore, a testament that your heart isn't the only heart that beats for your existence-” 


Falkur placed her hand on his chest, right where the luo-dup rhythm of his heart was hitting hard. 


‘He just said his heart beats for me,’ Rena said, joy, comfort, and utter bliss spiraling in her at the sheer thought. Her lips partly fell open. 


QUINZI TOMAN