Black Key's

Black Key's

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Apr 9, 2023
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Your in a library, looking for books for a project; of what you don't know, but you know that you need to find them. You moves some books, only for some to fall onto your head, making you fall to the ground. You get up, a little disoriented from the heavy books hitting your head. After you get your bearings, you look at the ground to the books that had nearly killed you and notice that they were a little odd, had keys attached to the cover, each with the same book design, but different keys. There were 4 of them, you decided to go collect them and the books you were after and purchased them. You get home and stare at the 4 books, nothing about them makes sense. They don't exist, all you know is that they tell history; and your gut tells you that it is untold and powerful.
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Book 4 of The Awakening Series The Malicious Vampire King. My Paramour. Marcellus Throne, the now infamous Malicious Vampire King, has been promised to me since the day he took his first breath. Even before then, our fates were written in the marrow of creation. My first vision, the one that burned itself into my memory before I even understood what I was, was of him. It has always been him. His face. His power. His darkness. Until the night he slept with my sister. That single act shattered every prophecy, every divine whisper, every foolish belief I had in fate. The bond that was supposed to unite empires instead became a curse waiting to be cast. And now, centuries later, the bastard decides to host a mockery of love, a televised "quest for his beloved" as if our story were nothing but royal entertainment. So I came to his kingdom, ready to remind him that destiny is not a joke, and neither am I. Ready to curse him for every ounce of arrogance that dripped from his name. Only for him to turn around, before the entire world, and declare that I am his fated beloved and he's right! He's fatally fucked! Ha.

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