The Ruinist
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What if you had the power to draw symbols and create and destroy things? That'd be pretty cool. What if you were one of the best? One that was hunted? One that had the power to stop the greatest force of evil? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A blast of pure red energy shot towards me. I braced myself, hoping my rune would be strong enough. The energy smashed against my rune, shooting around me in a massive arc. I could feel the energy pulsing around me, through me, as my rune struggled to block the energy blast. I kept holding the rune, and attempted to very slowly draw a rune to attack back, using his energy blast as a cover for my actions.
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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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