"Bleed then!" He spoke as if he rejoiced, "I want you to bleed till you accept me, Grace!"  

I stared at his emotionless pale complexion which didn't show any glimmer of heaven. His eyes, glowing red, like jewels from the pit of hell itself. A walking devil on the face of earth, brutal, savage, a tainted soul who belongs to the heathens.

His lineage knows him by the name of Satan. Diablo, Demonio people named him for his ruthless massacre over the centuries. 

Damon Sullivan…

Head of the Sullivan family. They originate from the purest of vampires. Powerful wealthy influencers decreeing the world from behind the shadows, who are known as business leaders by the mass but as Vampires, bloodsuckers? Only a few…

But Damon's tale was instinctive. His father fell in love with a female werewolf,  an Omega and in conclusion, Damon was born, a hybrid. Only one of his kind, different and difficult, power beyond imagination. To few he was an abomination, to few he was a blessing. As he grew up, his foresight and sharp fearless mind won his family many wars against the opposition of the Sullivans. Yet only one scar he had that made him vulnerable - the identity of his mother. It was still unknown.

Some say, she died while giving birth to him and some say she ran away from the Sullivan house after being tortured by them. A young child, who grew up without a mother, was bound to be stubborn and cruel under the impact of his heartless father. Damon never dared to question him about her and his father never cared to mention her whereabouts or identity to him. But when he actually wanted to know, Damon's father decided to sleep for an eternity in his coven, keeping him in the dark forever. 

Damon's father... Sir Draven Sullivan, child of the shadows. Head of the Sullivan family and the ruler of all Great Britain's Vampire Clans. He might have made only one mistake in his entire millennium which was Damon's mother.   

Therefore, the fruit of their forbidden love stands in front of me this day, Damon Sullivan, my DOOM, my enemy…

It's unfortunate how our fate brought us together like this. I wish our circumstances  

were different. Then maybe I would have submitted to him, accepted him to be my future. But I can't, not after knowing what happened in the past, not after what he did to my family. I refuse to be his puppet. The only relation I have with him is that we are sworn nemeses. 

"I'll kill you!" I whispered under my breath, glaring right into his crimson red eyes that were gleaming with excitement hearing my threat. 

"Tempting! Grace! Your words are inviting me to ravish you right here and make you mine. But don't test my patience. You only have the powers that I allow you to have," He grinned chanting,

"Princess, Princess of the castle 

Don't you hear the hungry howls?

Wailing of the ghouls? 

The kingdom is your enemy,

Lingering to ravage you…

I'm your only keeper

Don't be such a fool…"

I stared as he left without looking back even for a second. 

"Heartless monster," I whispered to myself. 

I felt a stinging sensation in my index finger. I already lost a lot of blood and there was nobody to treat my open wound. I tried to sit up but my other arm ceased to function. It was hard to even lift up my own body. But I have to survive this. I deny giving up! I deny being his!

'Wicked Blood' a tale of horror & lust, revenge and redemption. Love a forbidden fruit or sweet ecstasy?