Nocte Defunctorum...also known as Night of the Dead. One night of every twenty years vampires can come into the human world and take Potential Mates. Audrina Knight has every intention of staying human, and not getting invovled with vampires...unlike her best friend and classmates. She wears a simple mask, invisible to all but herself, and keeps the bullshit away. But just when she thinks she's safe, she is brutally taken from everything she knows and loves and thrust into a world of dark fantasy she could have never imagined. Forced to compete for the love of the vampire prince himself, Nicholai Romano, Audrina must find a way to escape this world before she irreversibly becomes apart of it. But what happens when Audrina actually starts to have feelings for this cruel prince? Enjoy the heavy metal shackled to her wrist and the rough kisses that could literally kill her? Even worse...will she go against Girl Code 101 and compete with her best friend for the love one wants and one detests? Full of twists and turns, Forever Dead is filled with love, hate, murder, sex and everything else in between, if there is anything. But the real question is, do all stories have a happy ending, because in this world, being dead doesn't necessarily mean forever...

"Your mine" he growled into my ear pinning me against the wall proceeding to crash his lips to mine and then what do I do? I kiss the jerk back. Kit is taken away from her life and brought to the institute by the vampire in charge Master Callum. Vampires are supposed to sustain off human blood but its against vampire law since vampires self control was taken from them over two hundred years ago. Callum has found his way around that law with an institute full of humans but are they still human anymore? Kit finds herself in the middle of two different sides of vampires, slowly learning about vampire history and the prophecy that they won't tell her about. The worst of it is she can't stand Callum but can't stand to be away from him.....life at the institute just keeps getting better.

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.