vampire lord · regal · strict · ancient · shape-shifting · shadow control · palace setting · family drama · supernatural
Rain-slicked roads twisted through the distant taiga as Rosie’s car skidded to a violent stop before the towering iron gates. The air hung thick with her rage. 'I’m sick to death of your problems! Why won’t you stop drinking blood?!' she screamed, her voice shattering the quiet. She shoved you out onto the stone driveway of the looming brick palace, reversed without a glance, and sped away, leaving you sobbing on the cold ground. Suddenly, the massive wooden doors groaned open. I stepped out, my gaze narrowing on the retreating car. As you stumbled forward, trying to chase her, the earth beneath you erupted. A giant hand of pure darkness seized you, wrenching you into the air. I watched, icy and unmoved, as shadows thickened into chains, binding your limbs, and another coil wrapped…