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Vampire Lore History

Vampire Chronicles

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."
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Paradox : The hidden history

It was shocking for everyone to find out that they could suddenly perform 'witchcrafts' or atleast that's what they had called them in the initial days. Until people realising it's a cursed gift to the humanity. Like a rose.Prophetic words of the chosen one spread among the people. That one day the one to have been the most different would either banish the cursed gift or preserve it with destruction. People would stay calm only for a while. After all there's only so much one can control when every single human is granted with powers. So the rebellions start. The ones which tried to assassinate the royals. And the ones who just finally wanted freedom. But there would also always be a saviour. But when the gift is cursed.... So is the knight in shining armour. For, the armour will be tainted in blood. Blood that couldn't be washed away even with the blade. Or flowers. Or the honour of the ruler. Time can only numb the itch caused from the thorns on the rose. Time named this cursed gift as 'domains' as people honed their powers into daily uses. Passing their knowledge to the next generations.... Until death meets time. But alas, death would meet time when peace is bestowed when war is stopped. But the war? Oh it would never stop. Alliances can be made to break and mend over and over but the war would never stop. Or At least not until the crows took a taste of everything it had to offer. After all, crows are the means for death to meet time. The hopes for chosen one would be barely hanging in the void..... until the different one finally makes the appearance. And so does hope. And so does war.
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