Ozul | Curse of the Dhampir King

talking a mile away. He had not eaten in some time, hoping some poor soul would wander near for a game of hide n seek. He loved the chase! The excitin

He paid it no heed. He knew what it wou

his life or any semblance of it anyway. The voice was louder now. More urgent. More insistent. 'I won't leave.

that throbbed and burned where the scar lay. He had learned to

child. RELEASE ME!' the insidious voice reached a crescendo that was a testament to

tood

rmal, the lust rushing to his sense

, while others had a lot of truth in them. Hunting territory began here and ended near the region of his home. As for the

giggled in perverse glee. It was like him in many ways, yet

run and chase in his mind, and it was all simp

could almost taste the thick liquid filling his mouth and soaking into his sou

! Shook! As if

was alive; if he breathed enough, he could conj

ame in

the first, and that was so long ago, he didn't even bother to remember. But t

and comforting to him. It smelled just like him, ye

s!" he growl

im, the voice whispered,

, "What? What are

ntil nothing was left. "Tell me what you're speaking of!" He demanded, b

t the culprit of it all. What if this was some kind of trickery? Could she be an ally of the witch who cursed him? Was she here to release more h

answer he desperately sought. He gazed at her with a blend of

ool. Her friends would be going away while she was forced to go elsewhere. "I still don't get your parents, Ada." Lucian

ituation bo

ions for our dorm rooms." Ginger added. She was a

Wooly University two years ago, so hearing them suddenly push another school felt like a betrayal. Though she'

ck," Gin

nd a sharp crack pierced the silence. The fire was snuffed out, and darkness engulfed them. Lucian's scream cut t

bling growl emerged from the darkness, surrounding them. The sound was deep

fting in the gloom. The growl grew louder, closer, as if whatever was out there

he dropped her flask and sprinted toward the entrance of Woodburg, but she didn't get far.

me now," a cold

a grainy movie but there was one detail, something that could not be forgotten: his eyes. They were large, glowing

touch, she felt an unnameable emotion-a strange, electric sensation that su

e came to him, its

ea

ed to me in a decade and some-' he cut the cacophon

you goi

gathering of the night dusk, her form and the limbs scattered on the grass in an abandon only

ion ended as barely a caress as her hand met his face. He felt it; scarcely a second, he had felt a slight shock

e. But nothing came. Instead, an eerie calm settled over him, an unusual stillness in her presence, even tho

-it was subdued, almost human. For the first time, he didn't feel like it w

No way th

en a part of you,

He hated her! He wished nothing more than to have her head on a plate. And, no

r if you want,' t

e wiping off pencil sketches with an eraser. Human pencil sketches. Eraser like the tongue of

enemy, and that could send enough of a warning to the

ead and

, 'Really? Can I? Can I?' the voice was crazed and eager, too eager for relea

l-worn memory. The slight throbbing in the small of his back gradually built to a bu

d retracted, leaving the voice to take over. The heat behind his eyes. And the temper. Ah

e channeled, reached for a tongue of flame, bending it to his will, he wai

othin

heat never even

lieve it,' the voice whi

ing back on itself, curling up and cooling off. The cursed voice continued

vored it far too much. The confusion that plagued the voice, its fear. Whether it

't she suffer my wrath?" The voice said nothing. Ozul lips thinned and with a sigh, he

Silas, his only close

of the many spare rooms of his mansion, he noticed her beauty for the first time. Her chestnut skin glowed softly, and her curly hai

w who you are and what kind of magic you're using,