Three Lords
Three Vampires
Three brothers
Three Stories
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In the beginning, there was the end. I believe reality is an opinion. And I just happen to not be in concord with that opinion particularly. Reality is what you make it. Reality is what you want it to be. Everyone's reality is simply an extension of what their opinions are.
Lord Kyryaan's court was always filled with music, laughter and fun. The sunny south as it was known was almost the opposite of the North which was much colder. The traditions here were different, the clothing, the food, exquisite and unlike any other.
But vampires would be vampires and vampire traditions would always remain the same, still in stone, unchanged over time.
The Lord of this region was as one would expect; intense. While he was playful, he was strict and while he looked happy, he was depressed. He was the perfect example of someone who warred with himself, two opposites in one body. His life was happy on the outside, but empty on the inside.
Disturbances in his region plagued him from all directions, witches and vampires involved but from where it all came from, he had no idea. It was the excitement he craved but it meant nothing. Nothing ever meant more to him.
Well, until her met her at the center of his chaos.
One of three brothers, facing various trials each. Something foreign and evil brewing for each of the brothers and at the same time, love is brought into the mix. Love lurks around the corner. But in what form? There is evil lurking as well. The question is, how will Kyryaan deal with both?
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This is KYRYAAN'S story
BOOK TWO OF THE FANG SERIES.
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Vampire"Bite me." She screamed tears falling down her cheeks. Her eyes were deep pools of endless beauty and her tears were like magical dewdrops on a luscious blooming flower. My flower. She was soft and delicate. She was my flower. "Isn't that what you'r...
