My Miracle In The Cold Night

My Miracle In The Cold Night

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"Why does her blood smell so different to me? Why do i find myself so attracted to her? Why did I feel so mad and concerned when I saw her that night?" Even as I am talking to my sister, her image keeps invading my mind. I don't even want to push the image away. More like I can't. It's as if I want to. "I. . . don't know how. . . But, brother. . . It really sounds like. . . She could be your Bloodbound." * * * The Vampire King and his kingdom was cursed. Her curse, was to be uplifted by a Bloodbound. She wouldn't be someone normal. A special girl who isn't born but created. But how long could anyone possibly keep hope? 10 years. 50 years. 100 years. But not. . . 400 years. Vampires need their bloodbounds like they need blood to survive. One could only imagine it and have shivers earlier. But now they actually do. It not only affected all the vampires but their king too. The only difference was that the king could keep his feelings within him and could do his best to control it. He would never let anyone, come close enough to him. He had his own castle, with no one but his maids in it. He slowly started liking the loneliness and darkness. Once in a blue moon would his siblings visit him. Never let anyone inside him. Know how he felt. His true feelings. He couldn't help the loneliness he felt, even though he never felt the presence of a Bloodbound. The only people he ever talked to, for more than a minute were his siblings. An annoying brother and a sister. AND NOW comes Ava. You don't need to know much about her though. She's innocent, brought up in an orphanage. But what made her elope from the orphanage and end up in a place where no one lived - according to her. A/N: This is a vampire book which has been written in the pure vampire legend's ways. Which consists of bloodbounds. Their bloodbounds are mates for the werewolves. All the meanings of their terms' would written in a special chapter.
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#7 in vampire #1 in queen The world has gotten boring to him after living for many centuries, through many generations. He thought of it as a curse. His gift was anything but a gift, in his opinion. He loved killing people. He always has. He enjoyed seeing the life being drained out of them, quite literally. He always drank every last drop of their life essence, he didn't have mercy. Though he was the king there was something he could never have unlike others of his kind. A soulmate. He hadn't been turned or born from vampire parents. No, he was born a monster from human parents. The first of his kind. Why he was born like it, he didn't know. He didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted to die already, since he had no mate to look forward to. He lived because he couldn't die, at least not physically. He had no reason to live, but many reasons to die and even though he tried many times by many methods, none of them suceeded. He staked himself, on multiple occasions. It felt like a needle piercing his skin. He hung himself. He didn't die, but he hung there, very much conscious. He went on the gillotine. It made his body dissapear and reappear in the same spot he was born in. He took his heart out. He grew one back. He bled out. His blood regenerated. He used silver stakes. They burned his flesh. He overdosed. It did nothing since drugs, alcohol and other dangerous things do absolutely nothing to him, except get him under the influence to a certain level. But none of them filled the emptiness in his heart. He just needed her. But all he got were unimportant girls he used and forgot about. He never felt anything for them. He couldn't. But then on that day while he was walking around a small town's forest, he felt the emptiness slowly being filled up a bit. He stood there in shock. He couldn't believe it. He almost cried of happiness, right then and there. He had her. He had a mate. His mate. His one and only mate. His Queen.

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