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Ongoing, First published Apr 05, 2020
Mature
Estmund Maule-Ramsey, born in the nineteenth century, used to be an Earl who had it all: family, grace and fortune...Or maybe not. He had a secret passion for men that was illegal back in those days, and it drove him to make a hopeless wish to his magic necklace so the matching ring could find his one true love.

But his one true love couldn't belong to the nineteenth century...could he?

It certainly didn't 

The ring that was supposed to find such love ended up in present-day, in Roderick Orman's shoe.

Roderick was a lost soul, he had more phobias than fingers in his hand, he had lost his job and he had lost his love, and he couldn't cope with all that.

At the edge of a dark abyss, both men reunite without even expecting it,  neither of them believed in magic, and neither of them suspected what was about to fall upon them: a war between light magic and the darkest one, a power no one could destroy, their lives hanging by a thread, their predestined love growing under chaos and blood...

How will it end?
Will they even survive?
Will their feelings make it in such a storm?
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"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...