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

I am not a queen because I rule, I rule because I am THE QUEEN. 


Birthed in my heart. Alive in my veins… 


Seventy-two days on, Infernal Keep of Valcesh, Valcresh, The South… 


His eyes were bloodshot, adding a more dangerous edge to his already crazed look. 


Opposite Elias’ pacing figure, Ivan Juno Cassius had his back rested on the wall, eyes closed and hands on folded legs. 


Elias dug his fingers into his hair in agony and restlessness. 


“By the whispers of the wind, how long have we lingered here? 


How much longer do we still need to wait? I can no longer feel a thing, the bond just snapped like that- gone and away!’’ 


He shouted, sending his fist into the wall. The bedlamites at a corner pressed themselves together, shrieking in fear. 


The effect of his punch left a crack in the wall. One strong enough that it was also seen and traced at the other side of the very thick Keep wall, scaring the prisoners at that end. 


SEVENTY-TWO DAYS ON