He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin.
"What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?"
I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?"
His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance.
I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty.
That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said,
"Run."
***
I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself.
Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom.
Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger.
I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me.
Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his.
It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are.
*Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*
BOOK 3
"Dance with me Tallulah." His whisper slithered over my skin, tempting me to comply. I smirked as I brought forth my current, allowing it to course my skin. I put my hand in his expecting him to fall to the ground from my immense shock. He only smiled, clasping his long fingers around my hand, tugging me up from my chair. I gasped as he pulled me in, forcing my body flush with his.
I called on my full power, letting my electricity flow through him. Why wasn't he reacting? Anyone else would have been screeching in paralyzed agony. He hummed as I tripled the amount of electricity that would normally kill a man.
"I suggest you stop. All that powers making my cock hard." He whispered, letting his blood stained lips graze my ear.
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Tallulah has been in hiding since she was a baby. As the first half demon child to walk the earth, her father, demon rebellion against the vampire royals, wanted to shield her from supernatural backlash. But it was her fate that worried him most. The fate that a certain horrible, emotionless royal would take her as his own. Her father preferred a mortal life for his precious Tallulah than suffer eternity mated to the heartless blood thirsty Augustus Vercelis.
Augustus is formally known as Augostino Vercelis, royal throne holder of the undead. Although he is indeed a murderous vampire, he hadn't enjoyed the bloodied kill of his thirst in over 200 years. His curse had him bound to good nature. At least until he finds the mystery creature that holds the ultimate gift of soul-mated love. If he can have her, he is free to lead the life he pleases, with zero constraints. And he is determined to make Tallulah his when he feels her blade deep in his heart. She's a feisty little mouse, but he likes the chase.
(Warning: This book has intense mature scenes! Kink shaming comments will be deleted. Augutus has lived almost a thousand years with zero emotional attachment to anyone, his love is an acquired taste and doesn't come naturally.)