Prologue
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"@SpeakComedy: " Eat whatever you want and if anyone tries to lecture you about your weight, eat them too."
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It is said that no one is angrier than a woman who has been rejected in love.
Well, I tell you this dear reader, Hell hath no FURY like a Vampire woman SCORNED in love!!!!
They will ALL, both Vampires and Werewolves feel my wrath…BLOODLINE upon BLOODLINE to generation upon generation.
Whatever Joy they shall have, I shall burn it all to Ashes.
None of them shall have happy ever afters, not with me here.
This is a Promise which I Cassandra, intent to keep!
And if you don't know who I am yet human! go and read book 1 first, the Deadly Gorgeous Beauty (Lionheart Queens) and then you will know who I truly am and all the past history.
Author: "Um...don't listen to the evil psychotic Vampire, you can read this book first without needing to go and read book one. Different female leads."
Cassandra: "Author."
Author: "Yes...Cassandra."
Cassandra: "I am now coming after you too, so...run."
Author: "Eek! I'm out of here and bye readers, hope you enjoy this book."
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Prologue
It was supposed to be a joyous night. The Werewolf Queen, Stacy, had finally gone into labor after carrying her pregnancy for nine months. After long hours of screaming and toiling, the babies finally came out.
Tears of joy trailed down the face of the Werewolf King Lucas, as he gazed at his two beautiful baby girls. Both had the beautiful raven curly black hair of their mother, her heart-shaped face, caramel skin and his crystal blue eyes.
“Your name shall be Werewolf Princess Anastasia, the one to come out first. My firstborn and the future heir to my throne.” The King first whispered after taking and now holding his firstborn who in return gaggled and gave him a cute baby smile.
“And you, you are our little Princess Ariana, our pride and joy.” The Queen also said while looking with love at the second baby.
As for the King, he could not wait to spoil them and give them all they could ever want in the world. He had spent the last hundred years rebuilding the fallen Werewolf Kingdom. But now he felt his life was complete as he gazed at those beautiful innocent blue orbs of his two Princesses.
His wolf Luc kept howling in joy too as he gazed at his two pups. The Werewolf King wanted to keep staring and touching their soft baby skin all day but the nurses quickly came and took the babies for checkup. He reluctantly let them go and went to tend for his wife who looked drained and tired. He quickly placed a gentle loving kiss on her forehead while thanking her. This was one of the best gifts his wife could ever gift him with, the chance to be a father.
He quickly sent a message to his beta, Gareth the beta King who then sent the news of the birth of the two new Princesses to the whole royal pack.
Howls of joy started being heard everywhere in the air. Later a big bash was to be thrown in honor of this good news.
But it then happened...
Just when the Werewolf King and Queen were ready to take their babies home, a nurse quickly came to them with her head bowed down and carrying one of the babies. The Queen took Ariana and carried her into her arms while cooing at how cute her second child was.
She then glanced again at the nurse with wide eyes realizing something was wrong.
“Where is my other baby Anastasia?” The Queen loudly asked the Nurse.
“My King and Queen, I have some bad news.” The Nurse responded unable to look them in the eye.
. “I am sorry to deliver this but the other baby passed away.” As soon as those words were uttered, the Queen quickly shouted a cry of pain and bursts into tears. Her husband with grief-filled eyes, held her in his arms as she cried. He had just lost his first-born and heir.
The Beta King Gareth decided to take baby Ariana from the Queen to let her grief.
He then sent a message through mind link to cancel the bash. He knew both the Queen and King needed some time alone. After all, losing a first child was always really hard on parents. Royalty or not.
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Faraway in an unknown land…
Darkness, torment, and pain. It was all he had known for the past 100 years while cursed and stuck in this prison of his own making. Each day was a nightmare of its own.
“Murderer,” “Beast,” “Killer,”
The Angry Wrathful Voices whispered…while tormenting him, as his blood-filled claws covered his bloodied ears to make them stop.
Each day he drowned in a sea of blood of all the innocents whose blood he had shed. Lost in the visions and painful memories with no escape or relief. The pain, the self-loathing, the torment, the loneliness…he deserved it all.
It was then in a rare moment, he felt an unfamiliar emotion other than self-hatred, pain and torment.
Sniffing with his long snout, he could smell something strong tingling in the air. It was as if something had just come into the world, been born and was connected to him. Could it actually be his soulmate? Had they finally come into the world? A little spark of hope started rising within him.
But it did not last long…as the voices would not let him have that moment of light. They quickly came and extinguished that little flame.
First was the immense pain of feeling as if half of his body and soul was being ripped out. As the pain disappeared, it was clear to him what had happened.
You deserve nothing! Your Soulmate is no more! You are forever damned to be alone in this eternal hell Beast!
He quickly let out a loud, painful and strong powerful howl which echoed throughout the whole forest as great grief consumed him.
That small thread of humanity which he had been holding on to, in hopes of gazing at his soulmate one day...quickly snapped.
All that was left was THE Beast as he fell deeper and deeper into unending darkness and madness. The kind for which this world was not yet again ready for.
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