Page 3
Story: The Vampire's Storm
Brayden nodded.
He glanced up just as the king walked out of the main doors of the castle, looking every inch the royal leader he was.
Then again, so did he when he wasn’t wearing his black Moretti fatigues. Which wasn’t often. And just the way he liked it.
Their eyes locked.
They have Willow and Isabella. Brayden telepathed his brother, and a mix of knowing and anger filled Vincent’s eyes. Stay alive. Ari will protect you.
Before the king could respond, and with no plan, Brayden teleported away to hunt down his enemy like the predator he was.
Willow, I am coming.
CHAPTER ONE
“Where did he fucking go?” Craig roared.
Logan Mathieson lay a few feet from where the commander’s voice sounded and rubbed a hand along his face.
Not again.
For fuck's sake. If he got shot with that fucking serum again, he would single-handedly hunt down those human mafia assholes and slice them into little pieces.
While he smiled.
That’s how much he hated humans. Especially those piece of shit Russian gangsters.
His vision cleared, and he realized he was in the medical center again. Logan sat up and began to register the loud argument taking place around him. Mind you, anything with Craig was loud. But this was extra loud.
“Keep your voice down,” Ari growled.
Jesus.
Watching the two biggest vampires—three if the prince had been there—go at one another was like watching two wild lions in a circus.
He was tempted to move, but that liquid crap was still working its way out of his system, and he was on a go slow.
If it was life or death, he’d move.
But hopefully, the two senior warriors would calm the fuck down.
“It’s not a library. Where. Did. He. Go?!” Craig shouted.
“Calm the fuck down, Commander.” Ari’s voice turned dark, and it made the hairs on the back of Logan’s neck stand up.
Ari had a calmness about him that screamed of power. So for him to get riled like this, something was up.
“Who’s missing?” Logan said, swinging his legs off the table and trying to sit up.
“Lie down,” a sweet voice said from the other side of him as he wobbled. “Ugh, lie down,” Brooklyn said again, pushing him.
Great.
The fucking human who didn’t belong in their world. Oh, well. One upside to being shot with that crap was that he got to torment the little raven-haired, blue-eyed scientist.
And check out her plump ass.
Not that he was attracted to humans.
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3 (Reading here)
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102
- Page 103
- Page 104
- Page 105
- Page 106
- Page 107
- Page 108
- Page 109
- Page 110
- Page 111
- Page 112
- Page 113
- Page 114
- Page 115
- Page 116
- Page 117
- Page 118
- Page 119
- Page 120
- Page 121
- Page 122
- Page 123
- Page 124
- Page 125
- Page 126
- Page 127
- Page 128
- Page 129
- Page 130
- Page 131
- Page 132
- Page 133
- Page 134
- Page 135
- Page 136
- Page 137
- Page 138
- Page 139
- Page 140
- Page 141
- Page 142
- Page 143
- Page 144
- Page 145
- Page 146
- Page 147
- Page 148
- Page 149
- Page 150
- Page 151
- Page 152
- Page 153
- Page 154
- Page 155
- Page 156
- Page 157