Ozul | Curse of the Dhampir King

taring into the silver and red eyes of a man. She sat up in the bed and the male shifted to give her space. She w

ark tone of a stranger. "Beside you is Silas. He is my most tr

ows fu

was he s

ed brightly in the glades, now held a subtle mix of hazel tinged with red. He had a pointy nose, strong jaws,

r words. He expected her to be scared, screaming, and fighting for her life. He stood there staring at her like she was a di

n his throat, and she enjoyed the rich tones until the

first. You were the one that kidnapped me; you're the one that brought me h

fiasco with her parents, she was a pacifist until

g her as she had forgotten he was ly

ick head shake, he said, "Call me Ozul. This is my home, and you are going to tell me everything about t

gnited like a torch around his hands in a look of balls. He

wide as saucers staring at his hands. She had never seen anything like that b

fro

s wrong with

always threatened his power. This time, he was sure of himself. "You know nothing

when you knew n

" she replied. "I don't know anything. I wanna leave,

to do to me? You don't need to hurt

nd he glanced at Sila

t. She had seen his powers and the bea

very long time. He wandered across the cheap old wood that surprisingly still held firm. A room no bigger than a walk-in closet protected the one thing valuable to his immortality. He blew

es its host. The heart doesn't beat, and that makes them undead. However, a dhampir's situation is more complex; their heart continues to beat

be together but forbidden to love due to a curse keeping them apart. O

guidance for someone cursed as he was, Ozul feared that death was imminent and accepted i

led him to his foe. All dead ends. Silas speculated that pe

Jonathon, his Father insi

d creased his brow. "Silas mentioned that you

s... different. I can't seem to harm her. I tried to burn her, but the flames just died out. And her sc

at you mean." Ozul turned to him. "I remember your Mother having the same allur

re women, but nothing compared to having a woman made just for him. And, if it was true, a

ed how he treated her. How was he supposed to have her f

f your nasty secrets inside the

things in his life. 'She w

if she

won

e w

oug

etly observing her, reflecting on how much his life had changed in a single night. It was her who spoke first w

she

ce we last saw each other." She had not

rackers and told me to wait for your

will not hurt you ever. You're m