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

Acheron’s blood dropped from Kamaz's sword as Kamaz located where the King was. 


He was like a hound dog, following the scent of the King that was clogged in the now burning room- where the King had stayed to make decisions that would always haunt Kamaz, the room where Kamaz had killed the Crown Prince of Zoah. 


Contrary to Kamaz’s thoughts there was no great resistance when he got to the building where the scent had led him to. 


He was convinced that his father was there. 


The only guards available were two of the King's loyal guards and they had their swords unsheathed. 


They stood as oppositions in front of the room, their stances strong as they made to stop Kamaz. 


No matter how great a soldier they were, they were no match for Kamaz, he wasn't present for them, and he had more things to do that night. 


He had not allowed them to display how valiant they had been in the past and how valiant they still were. 


THE KING