Kings of Awakening Vampires and Purebloods Read Free Page B

guard.
    Each had a spear in their hands, ready to strike the first blow as they formed a circle of defense. Two more on the left fell, slowly the circle started collapsing.
    The head guard needed to act quickly. If this situation is what he believed to be, then he’s going to need help from the King. Someone managed to sneak through the capital to get here, what are those guards doing, sleeping ? “Go to the castle and warn the King! We’re being attacked by an invisible enemy!” ordered the head guard to one of his men.
    They could now hear someone laughing, But where?
    “So you finally figured it out, but I’m afraid it’s too late,” said a voice.
    The men looked all around them but no one was there.
    “Who… who said that?” said one of them.
    As the messenger left the huddle to deliver the message to the King, he could feel a hand grabbing the back of his neck as he loses consciousness. He fell to the ground.
    Good, he fell for it .
    The head guard threw something in the air; he took his two ring fingers and whistled. His men looked up; a messenger-bird grabbed the note and flew away fast.
    We’re vampires, and if we’re against a Pureblood, we have no chance of winning.
                  “Impressive, using one of your men to distract me to send your message,” said the voice.
    The men were now baffled than ever; one by one they each felt a hand touched them. The head guard watched helplessly while his men fell unconsciously.              
    “Who are you!” said the head guard aggressively.
    “My name is Vincent,” responded the voice.
    The head guard felt a sensation inside of him, as if he had heard of this man before. “I know who you are; you’re wanted throughout Nacune. Where is he?” His heart beating faster and faster as his face gets whiter; blood had stop floating to it. It was clear he had never dealt with a situation as perplexing as this before. For as long as he’s been head guard, nothing truly had ever happened, until now.
    “Where is who?” replied Vincent sarcastically.
    The head guard bit his lips as anger welled up within him. “Where is your partner? Did he send you here?” he asked with unusual coolness and restraint.... So he waited, listening for Vincent’s voice, this could be his chance to strike first. Vincent was invisible but if only he could pinpoint his voice, he could strike. “You know who I’m talking about, where is Alei----”
    Before he could finish his words, he felt a hand grab the back of his neck, in it was concealed a palm dagger. He felt the dagger piercing his back. Slowly he fell to the ground, blood was dripping out of his back, and he was losing consciousness fast, his eyes slowly closing. As he fell to the ground, he could see a man in front of him. His eyesight was now weak, very blurry. He could barely see Vincent.
    “One by one they all lose consciousness in my sight,” said Vincent with a guffaw.
     
     
     
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                       Th e messenger-bird made its way to the capital; one of the guards took the note and quickly delivered the news to King Victor. At that moment he felt so eminent. How often do you get to be the one to deliver news of this magnitude to your king? He ran inside the castle as fast as he could.
    “This is an emergency; I need to see the king!” He explained what happened and was permitted to see the king.
    King Victor was long awake after he heard the news. The messenger went forth to see him. King Victor was sitting on his throne; his body had the shape of a strong warrior. The anger on his face could have given any man the goose bumps. His long black hair matched the color of his skin. His dark black eyes felt as if he was staring into your soul.
    “Bring forth the Black Reapers now!” said the King. I must