Damian
Rage engulfed every vein in my body. How dare he? I lived with the guilt of killing a dear friend for as long as I could remember, and now, he is telling me that he manipulated me to do so? that I was made to kill someone? Before I knew it, I was charging towards him. I watched as Connor's. eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he retaliated. I punched his face before he could make the first move, after all, I was the Nocturnal between the two. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Greyson approaching. But before he could take any further steps, Myra attacked him. I couldn't help, but smirk, feeling proud o my mate for acting quickly.
I barely managed to dodge the spell that was directed at me. But Andrew deflected it with a spell of his own. I watched Myra clearly having the upper hand in the fight. Hybrids were strong like that. However, her moves were a bit sluggish. I twisted his arm, relishing the howl that ripped out from his mo
Damian My threat had its desired effect. She paled, her eyes turned fearful as she staggered back, as if he was about to attack her. "Who-who told you such lies?! I have one no such thing!" My gaze did not waver, but hers averted. Her clenched fists shook with anger. Myra's grip on my arm tightened. "If you haven't then why aren't you looking me in the eye?" I asked. "For all this time, I have been dwelling on grief and guilt. I have regretted nothing more than the heinous act I had committed. Do you know how many nights? Have roamed the woods, unable to find peace anywhere? How I segregated myself from the lot so that I wouldn't have to face something like that again? Do you?" My voice had risen several octaves with each unanswered question, which is why the silence that followed felt jarring. "I..." she seemed o be at a loss for words. I could see how her lips had thinned, how her cheeks had paled and how her jaw had tightened.
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I was supposed to be the bridesmaid, not the bride. I was supposed to be blend in the shadows, not be the centre of attention. I was supposed to greet certain limited people then keep to myself, not stand beside the bridegroom and greet every one of them. I had been pitying my sister for her fate but look at me now. As if, fate decided to unleash its wrath on me.My life took a 180 degrees turn on my sister's wedding day. I found myself being dressed as the bride, walking down the aisle, trying not to crumble under everyone's sombre gaze and taking vows to be with my sister's fiancé, the vampire lord, Damian Beaufort until my death.
MyraIt was clear Spring morning, I was readying my dress, a simple green cotton gown, for the wedding. Then I proceeded to get my sister's wedding dress ready. It was deep red in colour. The dress was beautiful indeed. I looked at it for some time before brushing and straightening its folds and hanging it on the wall.Even though it was supposed to be the happiest day of my sister's life, I felt nothing but sadness for her. It wasn't the wedding she had imagined for herself. The bridegroom wasn't a simple guy from our countryside like my sister preferred, she always wanted a simple life where she would be managing the household and looking after kids while her husband earned their livelihood.However, this was not the case, her husband-to-be was a lord, our small village fell under his estate. He was the great Vampire Lord, child of the night, a nocturnal being. The wedding would also be held at night instead of the morning like it
Myra Donning the red wedding dress made from the finest cloth and the most exquisite veil I had ever seen in my life, I was finally ready to leave my home and aboard the carriage that was sent by my husband-to-be along with my father and sister. Harmony had helped me to get ready, a gloomy look marring her face, she tried to smile for my sake but we both knew that it was a pretence. My father was no more bothered than he was when the vampire lord had asked for Harmony's hand. He was already waiting for us in the carriage. "You look beautiful", Harmony said with a tremulous smile, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She was looking at my reflection, she too, was looking beautiful, wearing a green gown that belonged to our mother and a simple necklace, her hair was tied up in a fancy bun that she had learned from one of our village maids. I looked at her through the veil, reining in my emotions, I slowly stood up and turned to face her. Embracing her I whispered, "You look pretti
MyraMy mind was reeling even after he pulled away, the kiss was not what one would say 'chaste' and neither was it passionate. It was rather cold and detached like my husband.Husband.Who would have thought?...My eyes had shut on their own accord, I slowly opened them when I no longer felt the cold lips. I opened my eyes to the face that I would have to look at, every day, from this moment on. His eyes twinkled with amusement even though his lips did not reveal as much.Hr turned towards to face the others, I mimicked his action. He looked at my father and said, "Your debt has been paid. You and your elder daughter shall live the rest of your life comfortably. Bastian will show you your rooms for the night. Your meals will be served there". His tone held finality so much so that my father who always had the final say, did not even utter a sound.My eyes landed on Harmony who was dabbing the corn
MyraI was awoken by a soft knock on the door. Even though I had slept fitfully for the better part of the night, I might have dozed off at dawn. It was the same lady who had attended to me last night. She entered the room after giving me a cursory greeting before busying herself with tidying the room, opening the curtains and making up the bed.I scrambled out of the room, my cheeks turning hot as I was not at all used to these services. Back at home, it was me or Harmony who did the house chore."Uhm...Miss...there is no need-", I began too embarrassed by such a thing but she interrupted me, "I am the housekeeper of this manor m'lady. My name is Beth Jones, I am responsible for cleaning the Master's chamber", her monotonous voice had an edge to it and her eyes did not even attempt to conceal the disapproval.I lowered my gaze and mumbled, "Pleased to meet you, Miss. Jones". I let her be as she barely acknowledged
MyraI wiped away my tears hurriedly even though I knew he had seen everything. I straightened and looked at him square in the eyes, my jaw set. "Welcome back my Lord", I greeted with a short bow. He did not move from his position, he was observing me. I clenched my fists. The weight of his stare was too much for me to bear at the moment. I turned away and stomped to the cupboard. I sifted through the clothes idly because there was absolutely nothing else for me to do in the room to avoid his gaze."Why were you crying?" his voice was nearer, he had definitely entered further into the room. He gave him a cold shoulder. It was almost noon and my dear husband just wishes to saunter into the room and ask me why I was crying. Ridiculous."That is none of your concern, my Lord", I answered through clenched teeth as my hold on an evening dress tightened."Loosen your hold, my lady", he murmured right beside my ears and I stood dumbfounded a