Two families best kept secrets collide in a moment of fate itself. The Prince of Bronwyn and the Legacy of the Cardinals. Neither should exist. Both highly frowned upon and cursed for their very existence. A broken product of royal affair and the perfect unknown ploy for revenge. The weight of either alone would be enough to drive anyone mad, but together it may become something else entirely. Both such highly damaged individuals stretched to their wits end. What could the result be of one in the presence of the other? A disaster just waiting beneath the surface, a mix potent enough to kill, or maybe a cure neither one saw coming?

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

here...idk why I decided to do this...but I did...ok so...this is all my art and thoughts and stuff example as drawings my own song lyrics I made...and other things...yea...totally random stuff and feel free to suddgest me what to draw

well...don't even ask why...but...yes here is an inkmare story i thought you guys might like...I've gotten so manny ideas from one of my own fav inkmare story so...if the creator of a story that sounds really familiar is reading...don't ask

THIS IS BEING REWRITTEN BOTH HERE AND ON MY AO3 "AppleBloomer" Cross was a loyal servant to Nightmare, even proving he would give his life to save his king. Nightmare had plenty of secrets hidden within himself. Until a small fit of rage gave away his true emotions for Cross. Cross had to face Nightmares growing emotions towards him, while dealing with a threat that could end their whole world. Ark Two: When Cross feels the happiest, things are pulled away from him when a long lost part of himself awakens with the soul purpose of tearing his life apart. Without a voice, he has to figure out how to take back his life from the one person who could destroy it all. The hints are slow, but maybe Nightmare will get it.