Damien Nevermore, The Vampire King
A shriek, so high-pitched and raw it tore through the night's stillness, shattered the fragile peace of my chambers. It was a sound devoid of human quality, a primal scream ripped from the very core of someone in unimaginable terror. And with a horrifying certainty, I knew it was Isabella.
Unlike any human sound, hers held a resonance that echoed within the very core of my being. Even a whisper from her lips, from a thousand miles away, would pierce through the cacophony of the world and reach me.
Adrenaline surged through my veins, a primal cocktail of fear and a desperate need to protect. Every muscle in my body tensed, propelling me forward with a speed that defied human limitations.
The luxurious furnishings of the room blurred as I shot past, le
