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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗

𝖎𝖓 𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖙

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David Benioff, Troy

// Adapted from Homer, The Iliad

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Into the empire of the vampire. ☥

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🕯️🩸There is something romantic about decay when you’re immortal.🩸🕯️

Vampires don’t sleep because they’re tired. They sleep because the weight of eternity presses heavy on the bones.

The thirst isn’t just for blood—it’s for memory, for touch, for the centuries they’ll never get back.

They walk through time like ghosts with fangs, dressed in velvet regret and moonlight.

Love them, and they’ll ruin you. But you’ll thank them for it.

Bite me. I’m already dead inside. 🖤

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Tolbooth Kirk, Edinburgh

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The Raven of Aeternis

Prologue

The sun was setting behind the top of the highest mountain in the kingdom of Valdora, the ancient Vrh Mračni, the gloomy peak on which vampires were rumored to have been born more than a thousand years before, when a man had sacrificed his soul to the god of immortality. The mountain, considered by humans the scene of demonic orgies and terrible bloodshed at the hands of the creatures of the night, watched over a great expanse of green, part of the rich and powerful Duchy of Aeternis, at that time occupied by the encampment of the most feared of all vampire generals. Radomir Vranov. The Raven. My husband.

His name meant “bringer of peace,” yet I think I was the only one he ever brought it to. To everyone else, his name meant war, defeat, loss, and a battlefield of dead soldiers to be buried at dawn. It was not a coincidence that they called him the Raven, bringer of bad omens, clever strategist, and mostly a loner. To me, he had been a hope of light after years of darkness, so I had agreed to marry him and follow him to the edge of the earth, for all eternity.

The camp was shrouded in silence, all the fearsome mercenary vampires led by General Vranov confined in their tents, waiting for darkness to fall. Not that we could not go out into the sunlight, but we were creatures of the night, and the night was our friend. No human would dare challenge us after dark, when our senses were heightened, our advantage immeasurable. But that was not a mission of death; we were there to bring a message, to set the terms of a truce, and the meeting was arranged for the following day at the castle of the Duke of Aeternis.

The man who had hired my husband six years earlier, the Count of Clarestis, had decided to declare war on the neighboring duke in the wake of what he felt was a grave offense. Lord Aeternis’s son had abandoned the count’s daughter—the wedding consummated but not celebrated—to elope with a hundred-year-old vampire, leaving the poor maiden in disgrace, pregnant and with no marriage prospects whatsoever. The situation between the two was tense, as was to be expected, but in the last few months, they had reached an agreement. And now my husband was to escort the second son of the Duke of Aeternis, barely of age, to Lord Clarestis so that he could marry his brother’s compromised fiancée. And make sure he did not play any tricks.

I did not envy that poor girl, ruined and abandoned, then forced to marry a young man who could barely grow a beard, but I was glad that my husband would no longer have to spend months and months away from home fighting a war that was not his.

“I shouldn’t have let you come, Liza,” murmured a rough voice beside me.

I raised myself up on my elbow to observe Radomir lying beside me on our pallet among warm furs. His eyes were closed, his black eyelashes contrasting with the pale, smooth skin of a centenarian vampire in his prime.

“And who would have done this, Rasha?”

I caressed his chest covered with a thin layer of dark hair and descended lower, where his manhood rested ready for me. We were both naked, as we often were when we slept together.

He moaned hoarsely. “My wife deserves to sleep between silk sheets and feather pillows, not on the hard floor of a tent.”

“You know my favorite place is always in your arms,” I whispered, stroking him in a slow, teasing rhythm. I bit his earlobe, ripping a growl from him.

“We should rest some more.”

I stopped touching him to straddle him, then leaned forward to kiss him on his rough lips and ran my tongue over his sharp canines. My long black hair fell all around us, isolating us from the rest of the world. “We’ll rest when this is over. I won’t let you get away from home anytime soon.”

Radomir grabbed my hips with his large hands, and I rested my open palms on his chest to lift myself onto my knees; then, I squeezed his stiff member again and guided him toward my wet folds.

“Liza,” he murmured as I lowered myself onto him with a groan. “They will hear us.”

We were surrounded by two dozen soldiers with superhuman hearing, all camped out on that grassy expanse, waiting for sunset to march toward the duke’s castle. When traveling with a handful of vampires, privacy was rare.

“Let them listen,” I moaned, rotating my hips in a slow circular motion. I groaned again. “I’m your wife, and we’re alone in a tent after months apart. I think they expect it.”

I saw the exact moment when Rasha surrendered and decided to enjoy the moment. His pupils became huge, almost swallowing up the green of the iris, and his hands at my waist went up my belly to cup my breasts. He rubbed my nipples with his thumbs, leaving me free to choose how to move. I loved it when he ceded control to me. It was intoxicating to have a strong, virile man, a skilled general, and a powerful vampire like him under me, ready to fulfill my desires.

“Liza,” he whispered again, rougher this time, as I began to move harder, and his hips rose to meet mine.

“Yes, Rasha,” I moaned.

I leaned over to kiss him one more time, then moved his hands to my hips again in a silent invitation to take the reins.

“Come for me, wife. Show me how much you missed me.”

Pulled up and down by his muscular arms, I surrendered to the pleasure, and threw my head back. I knew it aroused him to see me arch my back in ecstasy, my breasts as an offering. I heard his growl before he pushed himself inside me to the limit and filled me with his hot seed.

When we were both satisfied, I collapsed on top of him and rested my head on his chest. Radomir stroked my hair as he always did when we lay together.

“Once we get the boy to Lord Clarestis, I will stay home for a while. Both my men and I need the rest,” he told me.

I tried to reply when a sudden clang outside the tent interrupted me. Men’s voices rose in the evening silence, followed by the clash of swords and battle cries. Radomir immediately leapt to his feet to don his trousers and grab his weapons, while I slipped on a white chemise folded in a corner.

“Stay here,” he ordered me before running out to help his men.

When he was gone, I finished putting on my clothes and stuck my head out to see what was happening. The mercenary vampires, my husband’s soldiers, were fighting between the tents against humans in light armor. In the reigning chaos, I noticed two banners: that of the Count of Clarestis and that of the Duke of Aeternis. They must have betrayed us.

Struggling not to panic, I hid again to look for any weapon. Vampires could only be killed by a stake through the heart, and not just any stake, but one made from the wood of an ancient tree that grew on Vrh Mračni, or if their bodies were burned, preventing regeneration. This, however, did not mean that we were immune to pain, and I could not simply linger helplessly in wait for my husband.

“Come on, where are you?” I muttered, rummaging through the items I had brought with me until I found my dagger.

The two bastards who had betrayed us had brought down an army on us, and Rasha’s men were little more than twenty. The odds were not in our favor. My husband was a great general and a skillful strategist, as well as an extremely intelligent man, but he put loyalty above all else, which often blinded him to the machinations of men devoid of honor.

A noise at the tent entrance made me turn abruptly, my weapon raised, ready to defend myself. Before the man could take a single step inside, I used my vampire speed to stab him in the throat. However, I did not have time to pull the dagger out before two more knights burst in and restrained my hands.

I struggled with all I had to free myself, but another man stepped over his comrade’s corpse to cover my face with a cloth soaked in a foul-smelling liquid. I tried to bite him, but one of the two behind me pulled at my hair, tearing me away. Night had not yet fallen completely, which meant I could not fully benefit from my vampire skills… a fact our assailants had taken into account.

“Sleep now, Elisabeth. Our lord has great plans for you.”

I looked at the man in front of me, my vision blurred, my limbs numb. Ignoring the name I had not used in a long time and how he knew it, I asked, “What do you want from me?”

“Our lord is looking for a cure, and you will be our test subject.”

More confused and weak than ever, I used my last breath to say, “A cure for what?”

Before I lost consciousness, I saw the knight smile, sinister. “A cure for the disease that plagues us. Vampires.”

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Yeah, this is a normal book.

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A novel for vampire lovers 🧛��‍♂️

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Alone is good cuz it's just me and I understand myself perfectly.

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Pierce Brown, Golden Son

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I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful. - Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out