PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10 With the success of Isolde’s first paid kill came underground publicity. Her first clients spread the word. The money earned went toward Bartholomew, the house, and the farm animals. Luckily, he was none the wiser. The last thing Isolde wanted was for Bartholomew to ...

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 His name was Bartholomew. With the whole kingdom alert on the return of vampires, or at least one, Isolde was in hiding. Her own estate felt empty and haunted, and her dead heart continued mourning whilst anger and bloodthirst tried to dominate her being as ...

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 Disclaimer: The following work of fiction contains graphic content that may be disturbing to some. Hungry for revenge, Isolde and Marianne stood perched in the trees, hidden by the foliage, overlooking Lord Umber’s castle and its surrounding property. The security stood on guard, inside ...

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 Ambrosial blood seemed the only thing in the world that gave Isolde any desire to continue living. Funny thing about living, too; she was no longer alive to begin with. So what was this? Existing? A shell of her former self, ridden with ...

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 Cadavers and the scent of death overwhelmed Isolde as she, Niklaus, and Marianne made their way through the estate. Blood pooled over the floor and stairs. Certainly, it would take weeks to get the stains out… if there was anyone left to clean them. Isolde didn’t know who was ...

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 Isolde’s morning sickness was something she wished she could hide as easily as her stomach. During breakfast one morning, just before she started eating, she shot up from her seat at the table and sprinted away to vomit. Not to mention she ...

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 Not long after Isolde locked herself in her room, crying out of frustration, someone knocked on her door. She feared it was her mother, who would continue her anger, or her father, but the voice behind the door lifted her spirits. “My Lady, may ...

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 Sneaking in through the back of the manor, whilst guests flooded in from the front, was Isolde’s best bet. Even though the estate was completely fenced in, she and Niklaus had figured out how to climb up it from the back. She made her way through the ...

PART 1 | PART 2 The blacksmith shop was a place Isolde frequented far too much than she ever should. If her parents found out she went almost every night, they’d faint from their shame. Still, going to the shop, away from her manor, gave her a feeling of brief liberation. The walls were lined ...

PART 1 The preparations for the birthday ball at House Rydell’s manor was in full blast. Servants and cooks worked endlessly to create the perfect ambiance of elegance and fine dining. Not a spot was missed in the polishing and dusting. Every single one of the family’s guards was on duty. Isolde was trying not ...