Anie and Analva felt repulsed when they saw the man their father handed them over to. He was a man with a thick beard and always kept a dirty appearance. In addition, he appeared to them to be much older than both of them, although fifty-eight years old is not an age that is considered to be advanced. They were forced to serve him, but neither of them ever bore him children. He didn't care, tired of seeing his concubines lose their girth, yet they never beget him an heir, having only girls, whom he considered useless. And as soon as they reached marriageable age, he offered them to anyone who wanted them, and was relieved to be rid of his daughters. Anie and Analva became his favorites, and they were allowed every luxury they could dream of. Nothing was denied them, since they had won the king's trust and heart. Nobody knew, not even they, that because they had vampire blood, they inherited his charisma, despite being immortal. They also didn't know that their brother, was the on

The carriage stopped, and Victor opened the hatch and climbed down. He held out his hand to help Izabelle do the same, but she lifted her chin proudly, pulled up her dress so she could see her own feet, and jumped down. She didn't see the amused smile on Victor's lips, for she was more concerned with the hut that she recognized if from Lilith. That was where she lived when she was not with her being. The place was sacred to the tribe and she could not allow such an insult to her people. She turned to Victor and before she could speak of the importance of that place, he picked her up easily and threw her onto his shoulders and entered the hut with her whimpering and shouting insults. She was strong, but either she had lost her strength from being away from the necklace, or Vitor was even stronger than she was. It was a mistake to underestimate that man. Now it was too late. He threw her on the bed without care, and after he had gagged her, the force managed to tie her hands to o

Izabelle fell to the ground in an attack position. She was naked and the icy wind punished her body. She didn't die. Her body reacted as if she were a feline. Not caring about the frightened looks at her nakedness, she went into the palace kitchen and took a knife and pushed it against her own chest, but the knife broke into pieces. Her mother came running, warned of her daughter's condition, and accompanied her to her room. "Why are you trying to kill yourself?" Her mother said grabbing a dress from the closet and helping Izabelle get dressed. "Isn't it obvious? I don't want to be Lineo and his son's mistress forever." "Edgar is mortal. Lineo could only have an immortal son, and if Victor made it.... He is Lineo's immortal son." "Do you think that will bring me comfort?" Izabelle stared at her with her eyes turning the color of silver. "Lineo is much worse than his son." "Then live your life to find a way to kill him. That child growing inside you, will not allow y

Vitor did not participate. He lay down next to Gullveig and watched his father abuse the maid with an indifferent gaze. He still wanted Gullveig and would wait for her to wake up. He saw the exact moment when his father sucked the soul out of the maid. His wife was still asleep and the visitor Lineo had been waiting for arrived and walked over the body of the maid with a disgusted look on her face, dragging with her, a young girl from the tribe of Lilith. She faced Lineo and threw the girl toward him. "Our agreement ends here. I will take Victor's son when he turns eighteen and until then, you better not see me again, or I will kill you both." She said and walked away leaving the young girl. Lineo threw her toward Vitor who was standing and held her up. He uncovered her neck, removing her hair and sank his fangs, which grew and tore through the young woman's skin. She took her last painless breath, in the arms of Victor, who stared into the wide eyes of Gullveig watching him.