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 gloom that had been the only understanding of the world for a certain period was gradually slipping away, and slowly, those that weren't deeply burrowed began to come out from their shelter. 


The sky was beginning to seem normal again and the sun was creeping out ever gradually, like it was scared that the strong darkness that had forced it away could force it back again. 


The creations and creatures from the Fog Witch all vanished as she did, leaving nothing but their destruction as a sign of their presence. 


The people were never going to forget the evil that had befallen them…and the ‘ones’ that had been living around them. 


The situation might have been tackled using the lesser evil to fight the greater evil, but the minds of the humans wanted both kinds of evil out of their world. 


Rena tried to pull out the pentagon but Falkur's hand was quick to stop her. 


“It would try to locate someone else. 


ONE MORE TIME