Demetre Stories

"Get your hands off her. Or I will smear your fucking insides on these very walls" his eyes no longer shon the bright brown it always did. They no longer looked loving and amused like they were a few hours ago, they looked dead; his eyes were dead and his soul was too. He told me I shouldn't know what he was because If I knew I would run and the truth was he was right, I wanted to run as far away from here as possible. His fists clenched, his muscles tensed and his body shook to the point I knew he would lose his sanity if the man behind me was to say anything back to him. "Let me go or he'll kill you!" I hissed at the man behind me but he blanked me. "You're a mutt" he snapped and squeezed my breast which made me whimper "She is mine" That's when he lost his last bit of sanity. • • • #Book3 third and final book in the eternal series

NOTE: this is a sequel to Demetre, please read Demetre before this so you do not get confused. ~*~ Ever get the saying you mess with the bull you get the horns? But instead of a bull, you mess with a vampire pack. He is merciless. He is heartless when it comes to people who have hurt his family, he will slit your chest open and rip out your organs in seconds then stand and watch you bleed to death. He'll watch you take your final breath and feel nothing, with his iron heart he feels nothing. He is feared. He is Demetre. #book2 in the eternal series

და აი ასე შემიყვარდი შენ ერთი დანახვით ერთი სიტყვით და ერთი შემოხედვით! მათ არც კი იცოდნენ, რომ მათი ცხოვრება ისე გადახლართული იქნებოდა, როგორსაც ვერასდროს წარმოიდგენდნენ, მათი სამყარო აშკარად ცალკე იყო, მათი მომავალი გაურკვეველი, იმ ერთი შეხედვით უმნიშვნელო მომენტამდე. შენს თვალებში ვიპოვე სამყარო, სადაც მინდა სამუდამოდ დავიკარგო. არ დაგენანოს ჩემთვის ვარდები თუ დავიძინებ და ვეღარ ავდგები

A conversation in the midst of night relapses in his mind— of his mother’s confession to her lover that she has been slowly poisoning her husband, leading him to his presently feeble and decrepit state. She wished to monopolize the throne of the kingdom and shape it to her liking... The kingdom of Invidia, Envy embodied. Not long after, she spoke of her son’s soon to be “accidental” passing and mirth was passed between her and her paramour. Despise and rage then enveloped the love the prince feels for his mother. And the pale moon shone and became the lone witness to the symphony of murder as the birth of an abstract masterpiece of loathing and disgust was immortalized beneath his feet. Seven Kingdoms. Seven Cardinal Sins. One event that leads them to bathe in the dance of blood, the dance of Wrath.