All Chapters of The Pyre : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I could no longer hold back, after seeing her, touching her while she panted my name. I required release before I hunted her down, before I took her without the restraint needed to not kill her. I sent for Lydia not moments after parting with Osha. Lydia, being of a lower house, offered her services freely to me all the while ambitiously trying to clamber to a higher status. With her face buried in the mattress, her blonde hair in tight swirls around my fingers, I took her. Her lean tan body bouncing against the bed, her moans growing louder as I pounded into her. I pictured Osha, what she would look like opening herself under me and screaming my name, surrounding me in warmth of her sweet little pink flower, how her nectar tasted in my mouth... "My Lord, you're hurting me!" Lydia cried out. "Quiet!" I growled. "You're a vampyr, take it." Still emerged in thoughts of Osha earlier, I desperately tried recapturing the touch of her soft lips against mine, the little moan she released u

Having been late, I sprinted breathlessly into the main hall. I spotted Gertrude by the far corner, serving guests who looked like they had recently arrived. Once she left the group, I rushed to her side doing my best not to make a spectacle of myself. She turned around long enough for our eyes to meet. "I beg pardon, madam for my late arrival, I've been making trouble for you all day, I sincerely apologize." I bowed deeply. I had been acting like a child all day, well... not all day. Mind flashed to Pasha. Master yourself Osha! Lifting my head, I peeked at Gertrude. "Heavens child, the fault was not your own, a certain young lord asked for you." I pressed my mouth in a thin line and my skin getting hot and prickly. She knows. A knowing smile spread across her face, she lifted the corner of her apron feigning innocence, she plucked at a stray thread. "Did something happen?" This little minx. "Of course not! I... just got lost." I trailed off. I was grasping at straws here. She erupt

I knew not what to expect but I knew we being tested. As we gathered in the throne room, taking our places beside our parents we sat nervously. Pasha was sweating leaving no doubt he was overcome by the crippling weight of what lied ahead. "What exactly are we waiting on?" I questioned rather anxious myself. "Patience." My mother sang out. She sipped on blood given by her handmaiden who cowered near waiting for instruction. "Ah, almost as if on cue!" She snapped, promptly bringing the maiden forth who took her glass silently and returned to cower in her corner. My mother clapped, as she was drug in, Pasha's head snapped up, my mouth ran dry. DON'T ENGAGE. IT'S A TEST, HER LIFE MIGHT DEPEND ON HOW WE REACT. My words reached Pasha, his face schooled back into a more neutral state. Throwing Osha on the floor, the guards bowed and took their place against the walls. She was bleeding from her nose and mouth, fear shining in her eyes. She had no idea what was happeni

The pack grew restless, war was coming. After submitting to the council my findings there was no doubt left. We could no longer abide to the truce that held for thousands of years between us and the Vampyrs. Now we will break those chains, lay siege to their castles, burn their cities to the ground and murder every single one of them. We will fill the night with our cries of war, with the scent of blood that will spill over the fields of battle, we will roam over these lands laying claim over all we see. It is time.

~ I stood before the entrance to the grand hall, waiting for my arrival to be announced. The night did not seem to be in my favor. Our 'King' having seldom made appearances, decided to grace us with his presence this evening. I felt his aura through the thick mahogany wood, my fires inside ran hot. I could still feel her lips on my mouth, the taste of her as she kissed me willingly. What an impertinent wretch she was.    OshaI weaseled through the sea of unknown faces, each stopping in mid conversation to ogle me as if I were a circus animal. I found steady footing in keeping my eyes to the floor, how each foot found its way in front of the other. Almost like a bell, I heard Qweneth's laugh cut through the deafening murmur of guests, guiding me. It took only a moment to spot her, she wore a turquoise gown, the magnitude of her swinging bustle exaggerated her every movement, making her look smaller. Her hair was braided in a