He was Stone Cold.. literally.
Frozen in time for centuries,
A vampire awaiting his beloved to set him free.
History always fascinated her. But she had no idea that it wasn't history that tugged her towards itself. It was the one who lived in the h...
Trailing behind the giant gray-haired man, she fiddled with the rim of silver cuffs locked around her wrists. Being a hybrid came with its perks; turns out the said metal wasn’t as damaging to her as it was to the other vampires.
‘Vampires…’
She let out a little scoff as one side of her lips tilted up to form a bitter smirk.
Vampires, Witches, Hybrids, all these tales that she had fell in love with as a curious child yet never dared to believe in their reality had now sprung to life. These mystical beings had devoured her existence leaving only a shell behind— the shell that was getting dragged around by the puppets of one of the oldest vampires to ever exist.
Cyrus.
“Where is Cyrus?”
Her head was hanging low. Even if she had lifted her gaze, she’d have been unable to steal a glance at the scene in front of her due to the bulky vampire blocking her view.
But standing there, at the entrance of what seemed to be a large hall, she could guess from her-Ares’ memories that it was the same court room where Ares’ father had banished him from Romania.
She was in the center of the Dracula’s den.
“Cyrus the Younger presents a gift at the joyous return of his dearest nephew.”
It didn’t go unnoticed by her how blatantly Cyrus had refused to acknowledge Ares as his king, disrespecting him by just mentioning him as his mere nephew.
Slowly, the man standing in front of her stepped back, only to entangle his barbarous fingers in her long locks. With a painful tug, he jerked her head back forcing her eyes to meet the countless purebloods sitting on both sides of the throne.
A deadly silence washed over the entire place. Every pair of eyes present in that room was fixated on her unnaturally colored irises.
Every pair of scarlet orbs except for one.
One person in that room was busy staring at her no longer pregnant belly.
He was the one sitting on the throne.
Ares.
One glance at his face immediately took her back to all the events that had occurred in the past few hours leading to this unsightly confrontation.
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“Isn’t she an angel? Doesn’t disturb mommy at all.”
Gently pinching her daughter’s button nose, Faith continued rocking her back and forth in her arms.
“She’s small at the moment. Wait for a month and you’ll be eating your own words.”
Felix’s words incited a little laughter out of her lips.
“You sure know a lot about kids.”
“Helping them get delivered for a few centuries gives you a fare idea.”
