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[APPRECIATION]Dear Readers, I aspired to be a writer for a significant portion of my life.It began when I was a young child. When I first started writing, I began to realize the power of words. I can recall those early days. From sonnets to brief tales, I started to string words together, making my craft gradually Even then, I realized how deeply words could connect with other people's experiences and how validating that could be.I began to write more as I got older. I wrote poetry and short stories in journal after journal. I spent every spare moment jotting down my thoughts on napkins and torn notebook pages. I was courageous in offering my work to other people, and it seemed like I could write constantly.The shift started in college. I had little time for anything other than studying and working full-time as a college student. My writing ceased gradually. I switched from undergraduate to graduate school and increased my work responsibilities.I wed someone. I had a family. Beca
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Devil brings forth.That is the very thing that my dad saw me as, and he made sure that mark slipped from his lips and stuck to me, a ten-year-old youngster that simply needed to satisfy her folks and feel acknowledged. Be that as it may, as I heard the unreasonable crying of my wiped out three-year-old sibling, Balrus, reverberating through the corridors of my Alaskan home in the gloomy hours of the morning, I pondered assuming my dad had been correct. Be that as it may, for a child to cry to the point he was shouting and unfit to pause and rest, he probably was maniacal in a wicked way. It was clear in the manner my mom cried as she battled to shake Balrus. The aggravation and absence of rest transmitted from her indented cheeks and empty eyes. It was tangible by my dad's peaceful murmurs and frantic tone that broke as he addressed somebody on the telephone. Despite the fact that their torture decreased within the sight of my sibling, I was as yet the wicked produce, undesirable and
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I cleared my considerations away as I twisted into my level pad that scarcely had sufficient pad to prop my head and tucked the bothersome cover under my jaw. I was asking briefly for quietness so I could float off into a profound daze, yet my eyes were immediately frightened when I heard a whirlwind turn outside and sleets of ice beating against the wooden walls of our miniscule two-story cabin. The leafless tree appendages ripped at my window as though they were battling to hold themselves from blowing endlessly. The rotting flooring planks squeaked as the home softly influenced from the strain of the breeze, and chills crawled down my spine as I heard the front entryway squeaked open. The strides of this secret individual reverberated up the steps and raged down the lobby towards my sibling's room where my mom was shaking a fastidious Balrus. I could detect the air of this individual, and my skin shivered from a mind-boggling feeling of commonality. The fragrance of sandalwood and s
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Voices resounded from the parlor making my stimulated advances delayed into an uncomfortable pussyfoot. The old pendulum clock ticked bizarrely uproarious as it read seven AM, which implied I was just a brief time before my mom discourteously woke me. In Fairbanks, Gold country, we were not graced with the sun because of the presence of the polar evening, a period of haziness, snow, and winter's fierce virus. The main touch of light was the imperial blue sparkle that tossed over the town.I anxiously kneaded the odd skin coloration to my left side wrist. It consisted of light brown written lines that entwined together. Throughout the long term, the lines became hazier and more unmistakable. It was challenging to make out, however to me, it had all the earmarks of being the letters M and V impeccably adjusted like a riddle. Kids at school generally prodded me that it was the checking of the failure's club and my dad said it was the stamp of Satan.It was basically irregular lines engrav
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Despite the fact that I seldom felt any of my mom's glow myself, I realize that she was unique. Thus she would shield me before this more bizarre or even better, request that he leave our home. Definitely she would. To that end I was dumbstruck by what occurred straightaway. My mom, still kneeling down, raised her head somewhat to the point of being heard. I paused my breathing, completely alert then, at that point."You heard his name, isn't that right? This is Mr Zakharov," she said, "and he is correct about your life being the installment we want for Balrus. You will leave with him when you turn 18." My mom's voice sounded dry and deadpan and when she talked, she dropped her head and stayed kneeling down close to my dad. I glanced back at the outsider in my dad's seat in shock and horror.At my mom's words, I felt a flood of feelings at the same time. I felt alone in a manner I had never felt, and I felt previously neglected. Like a line written in pencil that has previously been de
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As my brother's sickness persisted, my parents' disposition towards me got worst. My mom developed more far off and apathetic towards me. She spent extended periods of time at Balrus's bedside all things considered, holding his fragile hands and attempting to encourage him. Also, when she wasn't sitting in his room, she was either elbows somewhere down in cultivating or exploring some new wonder spice that could be useful. I realize that mother seldom rested most evenings. I knew this on the grounds that from my room I frequently heard my mom's stifled strides outside Balrus's room as she paced and trusted that the shouting would start in the future.I attempted to quiet my tears however they just wouldn't stop. I took a gander at the stooping figures of my parents , opened my mouth to talk, however acknowledged there was something else to say. I took a gander at my dad and despite the fact that he mistreated me, I felt my heart throb considerably more. The type of Balrus's disease had
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As he hung there stifling, I watched him attempt to concoct a conciliatory sentiment, a request, another arrangement or whatever else that could save his life. I envision he needed to live, particularly now that Balrus had been recuperated by the liberality of the tycoon who was presently gagging him. A very rich person who was more youthful and more grounded than my dad might at any point have speculated. I didn't have a clue about this then, yet later I would discover that when my mom had told him of the deal, my life for Balrus's life, he had more than once punched the air in happiness. Thereafter, when he thought my mom had nodded off, he slipped down to our family room, grasped his head, and sobbed.Balrus and my mom were his whole world. Balrus who had acquired his blue eyes and earthy colored hair. His child who had been brimming with life and essentialness. His child who ought to have been sound rather than me whose wide green eyes currently held him from where mother clustered
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He kept his eyes locked on mine as he let his face step by step return to human structure. His face took on the standard human surface, his teeth retreated to the typical size of a man's teeth, and his crimson eyes gradually got back to the right shade of green. He made one stride nearer to me and grinned however this time, I shouted with all the breath left in my lungs. Sufficiently uproarious to shock my mom back to the real world. Adequately boisterous to wake Balrus whose drowsy eyes unexpectedly showed up as he looked at us from over the steps."I disdain you," I shouted. I mixed to my feet, coincidentally found the kitchen, out the secondary passage, and into my mom's nursery. Also, when I had run sufficiently far, I tumbled to my knees and sobbed.Seven years later I gave up on my mother after lingering briefly on the front steps of my high school.Despite her promise to pick me up, she wasn't coming.She never paid attention to me.As I put the hood on, I nervously crammed my han
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[APPRECIATION]Dear Readers, I aspired to be a writer for a significant portion of my life.It began when I was a young child. When I first started writing, I began to realize the power of words. I can recall those early days. From sonnets to brief tales, I started to string words together, making my craft gradually Even then, I realized how deeply words could connect with other people's experiences and how validating that could be.I began to write more as I got older. I wrote poetry and short stories in journal after journal. I spent every spare moment jotting down my thoughts on napkins and torn notebook pages. I was courageous in offering my work to other people, and it seemed like I could write constantly.The shift started in college. I had little time for anything other than studying and working full-time as a college student. My writing ceased gradually. I switched from undergraduate to graduate school and increased my work responsibilities.I wed someone. I had a family. Beca
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“Guys, we can hear you from the reception room,” they said.We both jumped and then we burst out in laughter. Valerian lowered me to my feet, grinned like a little boy, and kissed my birthday. He danced as he dressed in his tux and he blew me a kiss before he left.“I’ll see you downstairs, Mire. Hurry down, we’ve got some unfinished business.”I sat naked for a few more minutes and thought of the turn my life had taken. Dragos was gone, I was about to marry the man I loved, and we already had a baby on the way. I giggled in delight, hopped off the bed, and started to get dressed.I walked down the stairs ten minutes later and was delighted to find the staircase decorated with flowers. Rafael was going to give me away, and he smiled when he saw me coming down. I held my flowers with my left hand and extended my right to him.“Are you ready to become our new Vampire Queen?” he asked.I smiled as I hooked my arm around his. “I have never felt more alive. Or more ready, Rafael.”Rafael g
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[Epilogue]2 MONTHS LATERMy wedding dress was draped over the armchair next to the window. The curtains were drawn slightly and Valerian’s tux had been folded away neatly into the top drawer in our room. There were representatives of the twelve most powerful vampire covens downstairs, and the witches took quiet tours of our home as they waited for the ceremony to begin.I lay naked on the bed, wearing only my diamond ring and bridal garter. Valerian’s head was buried in between my legs. My head fell back on the pillow and I cupped my left breast, rolling the nipple around with perfectly manicured fingers. Valerian was stark naked and his tongue pushed in deeper with each moan that escaped my lips.I looked down my belly and I met his eyes. They glinted wickedly as Valerian thrust his tongue in deeper. I fell back to the bed, grabbed the bedsheets with both hands and arched my back. Valerian pushed me to the edge, brought me back, and pushed me right back. My hair stuck to the sweat o
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The thought was a balm for my grief. For a long while, I just rested in Ivan’s arms, tears soaking what was left of his torn and bloody clothes. I felt him crying too.“There feels like something is missing from me,” Ivan confessed.“Me too,” I said. “I feel like I will never again be whole, despite this power that flows through me.”I turned around. “Thank you for everything you suffered for me. I know you went through a lot. How are your hands?” He raised them to show her that the wounds he received from the spear were still not healed.“I can help you with that,” I said, and took his hands in mine. I closed my eyes and once again accessed the power that felt like an inferno in my body. I rubbed the wounds, and they slowly closed under my touch.I then focused on his other wounds. I sent waves of my healing power flowing through his whole body. I saw other cuts and scrapes close. His cheeks also regained their colour.“Thank you,” Ivan said. “One rogue stabbed me in my side. I thoug
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I glared at Dragos and he gave me a cocky smile. I gave him the same smile right back. I was going to defeat this Vampire King, one way or another.I let all the anger and hate I felt for Dragos flow through my body and into the Emerald Tablet. I felt my bond with Valerian fading away, and the fear of losing him threatening to split my soul in two. I tried to steady my nerves as I locked my eyes on Dragos’.His smirk was gone now, his arms suspended directly above his armour where it hung, as if he couldn’t decide between letting it hang there or picking it up to wear it again. He looked worried and concerned as he looked around him. He might have sensed that I was connecting to the Emerald Tablets, but I didn’t think he knew that I was harnessing the One Power. I was stealing his dream from right in front of him, and the thought warmed me.I felt the energy I had directed to the Emerald Tablet flood back into my body. It started in my fingertips and didn’t stop until it had spread to
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I looked around to see if anyone around me could help. I saw Ivan out of the corner of my eye, fighting some invisible force, as was Rafael. They appeared pinned where they stood, with Ivan having a sword in hand poised to pierce someone, but he wasn’t moving. Rafael looked like he was running towards me, but his feet seemed glued to the floor. Both were totally unable to help Vale and I. Still the witches’ chanting continued, and I knew they were responsible for holding my two friends in place.Was there a way I could stop the witches? I looked around for anything to help. There were no weapons nearby, except for the sword piercing Valerian’s heart. I was too afraid of pulling it out. I figured that would only make his blood loss increase, causing him to die quicker.I looked back towards Ivan and Rafael. Rafael met my eyes, and I could sense that he still cared for and loved me. He had tried his hardest to defend me, but that plot also failed. I felt hopeless and leaned back over Va
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I focused on the faces of Valerian’s soldiers who I had grown to love. I focused on the clashing of their swords and the flood of relief I had felt when Rafael barged into the room with those familiar faces behind him. I focused on Ivan and Balrus, but most of all I let my love for Valerian well up in my mind. Like a cool stream of water, I felt it pool up and gently flow through my head, seizing my mind power back from the spells being cast by the witches. I couldn’t reach out to Valerian through our bond. Something or someone seemed to be blocking our connection, but I wasn’t worried. I knew that whatever spell that was, it could only last for so long. “Once I end Dragos’ life,” I thought, “this sandstorm will clear and everything else will return to normal.”I regained control of my thoughts and I instantly began to feel better. My senses opened up once more, and I was able to fully sense the movement all around me. Someone ran past me, knocking their shoulders into mine, and I was
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Dragos looked down at his armour angrily. He had likely paid a pretty penny for that armour or, more likely, he had stolen it. It might be ornate, but it did its job. I could not get any successful body shots in. Neither I, nor Valerian and Ivan, had armour on, so we were much more vulnerable to his attacks, and Dragos knew it.I assessed the room. Valerian was finally rising from the ground and was readying himself to begin attacking his sire again. Ivan was leaning heavily on the marble platform I had been laying on. Too much blood loss. I am not sure how I did it, but I sent a wave of energy to both Valerian and Ivan and watched them perk up in seconds. Both stood straighter and their eyes glistened with uncontrolled rage.Valerian began approaching Dragos at a run, but Dragos merely raised his hand and said, “Stop, Valerian.” And, against his will, he was once again under mind control. But I could feel he was defeating it through our mind link. He was focusing on me in his mind. I
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The vampire fell, clutching at his chest as he struggled to breathe.“Thank you,” I said, my voice overwhelmed with gratitude. “you just saved my life.”Ivan flashed me his signature smile and shrugged. “That was nothing, you would do the same thing for me.”We stood back to back and watched the vampire guards box us in a circle. Somewhere in the background, I heard Valerian and Dragos grunting and hitting each other brutally. I didn’t turn around to see, there were about sixteen vampires surrounding Ivan and I, so I couldn’t afford the distraction.One of them suddenly ran towards Ivan. The guy went to step around him, his arm stretched out, trying to grab me. “Let him go!” I screamed.I shot out flames in the shapes of little daggers and I aimed it right. I hit him in the temple, causing him to bounce off the wall and drop like a puppet with its strings cut.Ivan turned to the vampire nearest to the fallen guy. “This is your final chance. Pick up your trash and leave. Or don’t, and
