The Tyrant's Son

The Tyrant's Son

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Flashback: " It is said that his full power cannot and will not be achieved for many a year, remember that. Once his eyes reach five points he cannot get stronger." I remembered my grandfather's wise words and watched his eyes closely counting the points as they formed... 1...2....3.. why were they forming so quickly? I thought. Even the creators feared him so I knew his power was no joke. 4....5... ok he should be... WHAT???? 6...7...8...9... he should not be able to achieve this much power regardless of being "his" son. Before I could finish my thought his eyes finally finished forming a decagram around each of his pupils and just as the final point formed he grinned and dashed at me without hesitation and with hellacious intent to eviscerate me....
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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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