The Last Vampire Hunter
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"Aliana, our Master owns you. All of you. He can take what is his when he wants. It is your duty as his pet to please him." I looked at Silver. Terror evident in my eyes. "Try not to panic, Aliana. This will be your first time. It will hurt, but it will get better. Master likes you. He will take care of you." This couldn't be happening. I belong to Liam. He was to be my first. Not this...monster.
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My name is Aliana. I'm an Eligible. On my 16th birthday I was sold to a Vampire Prince at the annual Selection, a place where Vampires go to select their human slaves. I am his for ten years. In a time when so many pets come out damaged and broken, I will be strong. But, things are getting complicated. I think my Master is obsessed with me. There's a strange prisoner in the dungeon that is communicating with my mind. And the love of my life might be in danger. All I need to do is survive. I need to hold on and then Liam and I can get married and finally start our lives together. I can do this! Can't I?
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Alaric opened his eyes. "I feel the pull of another Hunter nearby...in the castle." Slowly a smile pulled on his lips. It was only a matter of time, a matter of time before a fellow Hunter would find his way here. The humans stood idly by as many of the precious few Mages who had survived the first War were murdered.
For years he had been beaten and abused. Then he was changed. "They thought changing me into one of them would break me. They were wrong. It only strengthened my resolve. A young Hunter is here. I will train him to be the weapon we need to finally win this war. Soon I will be free and there will be hell to pay. I will have revenge."
His once deep green Hunter eyes glowed eerily blue in the darkness. "Soon the Vampires will burn. They will all burn."
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