Beautiful Transformation

Beautiful Transformation

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The past, the present and for sure the future will always be darkness for me. Little that I even known the "Light" as They called it even be there for me to see. Living under brinks and metals, serving the Masters that I even barely know, will they teach me more than what sufferings, torment, fear and hopelessness had taught me? Unknowning who she is, given the name of Servant like most of all the servants that exist only to serve the Vampire King and His Empire, so little does she know about what is yet to come for her. The cliche plot of Vampires and Werewolves fighting for power, dominion and authority, how will this little insignificant servant effect the both ends of the two rivals, will she rise to what destiny had planned for her? Or will she stay as she is 'till all her blood will mixed like all her fellow servants destinied to be ended as it is be?
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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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