As the sun set on the kingdom of the night, a young man stood at the edge of the forest. He was tall and lean, with jet-black hair that fell in wild waves around his face. He wore a long black cloak that billowed behind him in the wind, and a silver amulet around his neck that glinted in the moonlight. His name was Vlad, and he was the last vampire king
Vlad had been born into a world of darkness and danger, where the only law was the law of the fang. From a young age, he had been trained in the ways of the night, honing his strength and honing his senses until he was the most powerful vampire in the land. He had fought countless battles, vanquishing his enemies with ease, and had built a kingdom that stretched from
m one end of the realm to the other..
Despite his fearsome reputation, Vlad was not without his flaws. He was quick to anger, and his thirst for power often led him to make rash decisions. But there was one thing that he longed for above all else: love
For years, Vlad had searched for a mate, but none had been able to capture his heart. He had courted countless vampire maidens, but none had sparked the flame of passion within him. He had even ventured into the world of humans, hoping to find a kindred spirit, but had only encountered fear and hatred..
But Vlad refused to give up hope. He knew that somewhere out there, there was a woman who would complete him. A woman who would see past his fearsome exterior and love him for who he truly was. And so he continued to search, never giving up on the dream of finding his soulmate.
One night, as he prowled through the forest, Vlad sensed something different in the air. There was a strange energy pulsing through the trees, a feeling of lightness and joy that he had never experienced before. Intrigued, he followed the scent until he came to a clearing, where he saw her for the first time.
She was unlike any woman he had ever seen before. Her skin was as pale as moonlight, her hair a cascade of golden waves that fell to her waist. Her eyes were a bright, shining green, and they sparkled with a sense of kindness and compassion that Vlad had never encountered before. She wore a simple white dress that flowed around her like a cloud, and she moved with a grace and fluidity that left him breathless.
Vlad approached her cautiously, his heart racing with anticipation. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
The woman smiled at him, and Vlad felt a warmth spread through his body. "I am Amara," she said, her voice as gentle as a summer breeze. "And you must be Vlad, the last vampire king."
Vlad was taken aback. How did she know who he was? And why was she not afraid of him, as all other mortals were?
Amara seemed to sense his confusion. "I know who you are, Vlad," she said. "And I am not afraid of you. I sense that you are different from other vampires. There is a goodness within you, a spark of light that shines through the darkness
Vlad was stunned. No one had ever spoken to him like this before. No one had ever seen beyond his fearsome exterior and recognized the goodness within.
As he gazed into Amara's bright green eyes, Vlad felt something shift inside him. He felt a sense of peace and calm that he had never experienced before. He felt a connection with this woman that went beyond words, beyond reason.
Without thinking, Vlad reached out and took Amara's hand. She smiled at him generously, and pulled out her hand and start running into the dark dense forest.
Vlad dumbstruck for a second and realised that her hand is no more in his hand , he ran behind her thinking twice ,and hurried followed her.
But to his suprise she disappeared in the maze of fog after he went there , that's the place she supposed to there it's seems to vanish into the air without any glimpse of her.
He shouted in agression,and frustration the peace the place he longing for a long time , disappear as it hasn't happened ever.
In urge to meet her he opened his eyes and get to knew he was dreaming, he smack his head with hand "If you every meet me in real world I will never let you go ".
As he sat there, catching his breath, he felt a strange sensation wash over him. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, a feeling of longing and yearning. He looked around the room, trying to pinpoint the source of the feeling, when his eyes fell upon a portrait hanging on the wall.
It was a portrait of a beautiful young woman, with long flowing hair and eyes the color of the ocean. The king felt a jolt of recognition, as though he had seen her before. But he couldn't place where or when.
He approached the portrait, studying the woman's face. And then, suddenly, it hit him. He knew who she was. She was the one he had been searching for, the missing piece of his life..
But who was she? And how would he ever find her?
Vlam having a tons of unanswered questions roaming in his mind , vigorously without any glimpse of hint.
While holding the portrait of her he said "you are mine"**you supposed to be mine **
Vlam"I don't know your name so I call you **snow**
**snow**wait your future husband gonna find you at any cost