Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King

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Embry's POV.

(Recap)

"There's no use," Ravana grasps back on to my attention as she places her body in front of me and then bends over to place her face directly in front of my very own. "You know, a wise man once told me that a vampire beloved is a vampire world. Our beloveds are supposed to be the beat to our frozen heart,"

"Cyrus taught me that hearts are disposable and I can't wait to remind him of that lesson by crushing his heartbeat, starting by crushing his little mutt. She's already dying you know,"

Who's already dying? I'm trying my hardest to keep up with her rambling but my head is spinning, my mind is cloudy, and my body is very, very, heavy. I feel weak, weaker than weak, and like I'm going to puke my guts out at any minute.

Matter fact, that's it. It's time to let it all out I think to myself as the vile that suddenly forms in the back of my throat shoots straight up out my mouth and lands directly on little miss want to be Mistress Ettore face.

There! That's better.

Little miss wanna be Mistress Ettore eyes widen in shock before turning dark and then forms into violent violet. Her fangs are descended. She looks monstrous, horrifying horrendous but I'm not threatened, nor do I care. I feel a little better. Actually, I'm extremely satisfied.

Her face is my vomit rag and the little miss want to be Mistress Ettore deserved it if you ask me.

"You stupid bitch," she roars while grabbing my face roughly as her sharp claws dig deep into my cheek. "I'm going to enjoy ripping his heart out," she spits.

"I'm going to enjoy crushing you," are the last words I hear before she plunges her sharp fangs into the side of my neck ripping a big chunk of my flesh with no mercy and all I can do is scream.

The pain is blinding. My head is pounding and my eyes bulge open widely. Throughout the pain, the sound of my racing heartbeat throbbing thunderously can be felt inside of my chest. The world is spinning around me and the room doesn't seem to be occupied with anything other than the sound of my screams.

This reality seems to provide Ravana with an intense amount of pleasure. She moans loudly as she continues to feast on me, greedily gulping down ounces on top of ounces of my blood.

"That's right dog, scream for me," she insists while digging her extremely sharp claws deeper than the darkest deep blue sea inside of my skin. Then, she runs her sharp claws down the middle of my throat, ripping my skin open in the process. Arghh!!! Pain sears through my entire body. It stings. It stings. It stings so very badly and all I can do is continue to scream.

Blood cascade down my skin freely. The salty metallic smell of my blood floats freely around the room making me feel sick to my stomach.

I attempt to break loose but it's no use. My entire body is weak, so, so very weak and numb. I'm going numb as my body goes limp inside of Ravana's bone-crushing hold. My eardrums are now ringing, a white noise is dinging loudly inside of my mind. I can't feel my wolf life force slipping further and further away from me as I finally begin to lose consciousness.

This is it for me I know it, I'm dying. Eventually, my ear-splitting scream turns to a grunting sound that roams freely from out my throat. Ravana continues to gulp down my blood hungrily.

"Not so fast, you little bitch," she murmurs against my neck before she greedy slurps up another ounce of my blood. "You don't get to die that quickly,"

In the next second, I feel her pressing her sharp claws deep into my skin right above my heart, pushing past my ribcage until they sink inside of my chest. Almost instantly, my eyes grow wider although my vision is still blurry. This is pain, true pain. The type of pain that causing intense suffering, unbearable, unendurable, and so unreal. Her hands are seconds away from heart, seconds away from crushing my life force literally and she knows it.

"You feel that little bitch. This is how you're going to die," she promises while evilly laughing against my neck chill's travel down my spine. "But first thing's first, how about we rearrange that pretty little face of yours now shall way?" she suggests before carefully removing her hand from out my chest only to send her fist slamming into my jaw.

My jaw snaps and my body instantly falls to the floor with a loud thud.

She continues to violently attack my body, slamming kicker after kick into my ribcage, slamming punch after punch furiously into the right side of my face. She's showing no mercy and no sign of slowing down anytime soon and that's when my harsh reality sends a signal to my brain, briefly alerting me.

Tonight is the night that I shall lose my life. Ravana will end me. She kicks me yet again with so much force I feel a crack in my ribcage which causes me to realize yet another earsplitting scream. My vision is still blurry and my tears flow freely down my drenched in blood face.

Then out of nowhere she suddenly stops for just a second and I take the opportunity to attempt to desperately reach out to my wolf one last time. My attempt proves to be yet another epic fail.

"Are you dead yet?" I hear her question me, or at least I think I do. Right, now I'm not so sure.

My vision is blurred and my mind is in a haze state but even in my weakened state, I attempt to crawl away as she begins to walk in circles around me on the verge of death frame.

"Now, look at that. A Wilde wolf running away." laughs Ravana as she viciously fists a good chunk my hair as she yanks me off the ground. My body feels like a bag of bones as she brings me to my feet. "My time is up and that means your time is up. It's time to die," she laughs louder, evilly.

I attempt to break free from her once again but I'm so weak. My eyes shut slowly and then almost instantly pop back open into reality. Ravana's violent violet eyes flash threateningly and she's now holding me high in the air by my neck. I continue to stagger violently inside of her hand, trying to dislodge myself from her tight hold.

She squeezes down harder, tighter, crushing my windpipes with her bare hands, making me choke and cough up blood.

The only thing that I can feel is my dangling body, barely. I can't breathe. I just need some sort of relief, some sort of refugee. I just need to escape.

My eyes slam shut once again as my conscious final begins to slip away, far, far, far away and that's where I see him, Cyrus my mate. His heartbreakingly handsome face becomes my new reality.

He's right here in front of me, touching my face with his gentle touch.

"Sunshine," he breathes. He's here. He's my refuge, my sanctuary. I can feel the effect of his cool cinnamon breath fanning against my skin.

"Who did this to you?" His crimson eyes stare directly into my eyes as the feeling of pure rage slams straight into my chest.

Followed by, a sudden thunderous storm of revenge conspiring within my veins like a bad omen. It feels so real.

I begin to lose focus but most importantly I'm beginning to lose the vivid image of my handsome mate out of my mind.

"I love you," I tell him for the last time before it's too late. "I love you more than life," I admit the Goddess's only truth. I truly do.

"No! No! No! Focus Embry," his vicious growl roars throughout my head, giving me an even bigger headache than I already have. The sound of his voice is so loud. It really does feel like he's right here but the vision of him is slipping, I'm losing him.

He's losing me. I can feel the connection that we share being sliced through as if a sharp knife is slashing through the center of my core, ripping me open.

I use my last bit of strength to reach out my hand and touch his face, imprinting the last memory of that I have of him inside of my brain and tattooing his heartbreakingly handsome face deep within my mind. "Cyrus," I call out to him. My voice sounds harsh, just saying his name takes too much energy.

"I, I," I cry out while coughing up blood.

"Need to fight this," he commends. I can feel his anger, fear, and pain. "You're the queen, my queen. The crown belongs to you my one and only. Fight for me. Fight for our love," he cries out to me and the intense amount of pain that I can identify inside of his voice breaks my heart over and over again. This is real.

He can feel my life force slipping away from out of my body for that I'm sure.

"You are the Ruthless vampire king, Queen. Your the true source to my powers, we are equals," he reminds me. "This love shall last forever, come on baby fight for me," he pleads out to me officially shattering my soul into tiny little pieces of shattered glass only because I'm so weak.

Cyrus is wrong! I'm not meant for him. My inner power doesn't amount to his. I'm a disappointment.

Suddenly, the feel of his tasteful lips being placed onto my lips takes my breath away, literally. A sudden rush of powerful energy hits me slam in the chest like a tidal wave, knocking some sense into my brain.

"Believe in yourself, Embry. You are the one, kill the threat," are his last words before I'm thrown back into my harsh reality, but not before I'm shocked a sudden current of deadly light like how empowering lightning strikes.

Ravana's violent violet eyes full of hatred are the first thing I come in contact with.

"You see him don't you," she questions with a menacing snarl.

Her hand tightens around my neck just a little tighter and her claws dig deeper into my neck just a little deeper if that's even possible "Answer me, dog," she barks at me, which actually means that she's the dog.

"Can he see your bloody face? Can he see how pathetic and unworthy you are to rule by his side? Can he feel your life force slipping away no better yet, can he see that I'm the one who is ridding you of life, ridding you of your miserable waste of existence?"

All in the while, dark dauntless energy is roaming throughout my soul, slowly but surely consuming me whole. It makes me feel out of my element like my enter body is spinning inside of a tornado of deadly vitality. However, I'm not fighting the force of ruthless nature.

Uh! Uh! Not at all. In all actuality, I'm embracing every inch of the power with open arms and patiently waiting for the right time to strike.

"Tell him that he should have trained his dog a little better. He should have trained his bitch," she laughs evilly in my face."Weak bitch," she laughs harder.

"You know what it doesn't matter because I know for a fact that even if he can't feel you at this moment that he will feel your slipping away. Your time is up,"

Suddenly, the feeling of cold hard metal is placed against the center of my chest. She has a gun.

Although, for some strange reason I am not afraid. I know for a fact that it's not over for me just yet and for that I'm sure.

"Rollover and stay dead," she has the nerve to says to me. "I won," she truly does believe that she has but what she doesn't know is that the dark deadly energy that was conspiring within has finally broken free and that I'm fully recharged.

"No you roll over and die, bitch," as something snaps within me followed by a firey uncontrolled rage burning all around me and then I suddenly slip into darkness.

I'm the darkness. I'm the dark thing that everyone fears. I'm the dark thing that she should she fear because death is knocking on her doorstep.

Ravana is gonna die, tonight.

Cyrus POV.

The battle has officially begun. The once beautiful bed of cool sand that provides a perfect front-row seat of the sea and surrounds the palace is now a battlefield bathe in blood. The thick black smoke from the bombs that recently set it off invades my nostrils as bask in the glory of our enemy's blood.

There are bullets on top of bullets and big bombs going off everywhere.

Meanwhile, I'm kicking assess and riding other monsters of their waste of existence life without even bothering to take names.

I am victorious. My monster is vicious.

Another overly confident attacker crashes right into me and the consequences for his actions are deadly. Not even a second, after he comes for me he is dead. Headless and heartless.

The remainder of him becomes another smear of red paint staining the sand and more sticky red substance all over my entire. I too am painted in our enemy's blood

Ready for more, I turn around to search for my next dead body when Xander voice suddenly rings loud and clear inside of our brotherly bond, "The Palace has been breached,"

Oh, shit! "Claire,"

Without further ado, I rush in the direction of the Palace entrance easily dodging any incoming attacks. My queen's life is in danger. I need to get to her as soon as possible. She is our first priority. Her life holds more value than my own.

Then out of nowhere a raw authentic power that forms in their presence shocks my mind, body, and soul and apparently, I'm not the only one. All of the fighting around us all ceases to exist.

The council sure does know how to make a grand entrance I think to myself;f as I turn back around to face them.

The time has finally come. They are here.

Before, I can get an official look at either of the council members my monster eyes lock onto no one other than Nicklaus red-eyed monster.

He is not to far away from the Palace entrance but he isn't close enough enter without being seen, which wouldn't be a problem if he didn't have to get to Claire. She needs him right now more than ever. Claire needs her King.

"Go to Claire," he minds links with me. " If they are here, this is where I need to be,"

No! "Your place stands beside our Queen. She needs,"I begin to say.

"The threat against her life eliminated," he interrupts me through our link. "Go to her now, we will handle them, "

He's right. The other Kings can take care of themselves and so can Claire honestly but thanks to the Wicked Witch of the West right now Claire is completely defenseless and I'm the closet one to the Palace. Right now, my place is to stand beside my Queen. My brothers should have to fend for themselves.

Claire needs me.

That's exactly why I nod my head for his reassurance and begin my search for my queen, which turned out to be easier than I expected.

As soon as I enter the Palace a supernaturally strong strange force of power flows within me. It takes me less than a minute to familiarize myself with the presence and then less than a second to determine the source. Claire. The Queen has awakened and it turns out that the sleeping spell hasn't effected her extraordinary power at all. Actually, it may have strengthened ten times over.

Claire's power appears to have grown. My monster allows our nose to lead the way to our Queen. Her highly addictive scent of milk and honey-coated with a dash of burning cedar wood is extremely hard to ignore. As we draw closure another familiar scent of burning cedarwood and flower musk suddenly invades my nostril, causing my entire body to shift.

I know that smell. Oh, fuck! Claire is with her mother in law, which can only mean one thing and one thing only. She's going to piss Claire off and then Claire is going to cut her head off, not that I'm complaining about that of course.

Akasha deserves a cruel and calculated death and I know for a fact that if anyone can pull that off Claire can.

You know what? Maybe, I should slow down and give them a few seconds alone.

Yup! I think that I should, I think to myself as the sound of my Queen Claire voice can be heard from afar.

"Hello," she overly sweetly responds and I don't have to see her face to know that she is flashing the most innocent smile that she could muster but it's all a delusion. That girl is the devil's child.

As I arrive, I'm not surprised to find Lady Akasha, Azazel the dick-less, and about ten of their minions surrounding my queen. It's so funny, how they all appear to be ten times more deadly than the actual deadliest one of them all, Claire actually being the most deadly one. Although, she appears to be nothing but this tiny little human girl. Now, that's really fucking funny.

Ha! Ha! Ha! On that note, I lean my back on to the wall while crossing my arms over my chest and sit back and watch the show because this shall be the performance of the life that for that I'm sure.

"What took you so long, mother in law?" Claire chooses her words carefully just to get underneath Lady Akasha's ancient old skin, I'm sure and it works.

I can physically see Lady Akasha's skin crawl as spits onto the marble floor. "You aren't and will never be my daughter, slave," she responds, officially sealing her on coffin. Trust me, I know!

"That may be true," Claire says to her while taking her first step into their direction. She's such a predator. "However, I'm your Queen and you will bow down before me one way or another," she speaks like the true queen that she is, causing me to form a genuine smile.

Lady Akasha on the other hand is so bothered.

She releases a monstrous growl and shouts, "Kill her now,"

Good luck with that I think to myself as my smile turns into a menacing smirk. All in the while, I continue to watch my queen go to work.

All of the minion's charges into Claire's direction except the one that I'm sure she wants the most.

Azazel the dick-less stays in place and sizes his opponent up, which is smart but then again not smart because you know what they say, save the best for last? That was made for him. I can bet my bottom dollar that he shall receive the worst death of them all.

The grand finale! So, the show begins Claire monster instantly takes full control and anyone with eyes can see that she embraces the power that her monster hold with open arm.

Claire monster is truly dauntlessly dangerous and I'm in awe. I quietly watch her take down all ten of the well-trained monsters one by one, moving with such grace and showing no fear, not one of them can touch her.

The sickly sweet smell of salty metallic blood floats in the air as she leaves a wake of dead bodies at her feet.

She is fierce.

She is ferocious.

She is a force of nature. The Chosen One.

"End her now," Nicklaus's mother pointlessly shouts as if she can't see that her men are no challenge for the rightful queen. They never had a chance.

"End me now," Claire monster mocks with an enchantingly evil smile. She is having way too much fun.

One of the monsters looks at Lady Akasha and then back at his comrade.

"Run for your life," he orders and then they break off into a full sprint in the opposite direction.

However, unfortunately for them, they aren't fast enough. I watch with wide eyes as a bright emerald green electric energy force form around Claire before it strikes quicker than lightning in the direction of the last two monsters.

"Mea est enim vita tua,( Your life is mine to take,)" she begins to recite the words as the extraordinary force of nature knock their lifeless bodies down to the ground.

Oh, shit! Their lives really do belong to her.

What the actual fuck? I'm completely stunned. Seconds, after that I can feel my queen awareness of my presence at the same exact moment that Azazel the dick-less attempts to attack her from the back.

Keyword: Attempts!

As on cue, she turns back around just in time to catch the sick and sadistic shit piece of shit by his neck.

Bravo! It's official! The Queen has awakened.

It appears that our queen took heave to my words a while back.

"Rule number one. Never take your eyes off your enemy," I once said to her and she remembered.

That a girl. I've never been so proud.

"Well done, your highness," I commend her Cyrus and in a flash, my hands are around Lady Akasha skinny little neck."This belongs to our Queen," I spit while snatching my queen crown off Lady Akasha's head. The audacity.

"Cyrus, let me go at once. Apollyon will have your head for this. He will have both of your heads, starting with the Chosen whore," she spits a round of pointless threats but Claire and I choose to ignore her.

She not important. She doesn't deserve a response. Now, Azazel the dick-less on the other hand is an entirely different story and just one look into my queen's eyes tells me that she agree with me.

Paybacks a bitch and I'm one hundred percent positive that Claire revenge shall be so sweet.

Embry's POV.

A sudden rush of adrenaline flows through my veins like my very own blood.

On there own accord, my knee slams straight into Ravana chest as ram my leg up with such force it sends the both of us falling down onto the ground. The gun falls down onto the floor and within the next second, the both of us are back on foot.

She's well-trained I give her that because that kick was strong enough to knock her out.

"So, the dog has a little fight in her after all," she taunts me as we begin to circle one another. Her eyes briefly flicker in the direction of the gun and it takes her less than a second to realize that she will never reach it in time.

Ha! I know that sucks!

"You talk too much," I tell the bitch off and then charge refusing to waist another second sparing her life. I meant what I said Ravana is gonna die and she shall die tonight. That's a promise.

Ravana violet eyes flash violently as she attempts to crash into me with claws swinging but I manage to sidestep her before swiftly smacking her hand away.

"Try again bitch," I taunt with a hiss officially pissing her off and she does exactly that but this time she manages to grapple onto my arm as her sharp claws sink deep into the side of my neck. Urgh! Pain sears through me but I downright refuse to dwell on to the sudden distressing feeling not even for a second.

Instead, I use my free hand to catch her by her neck, digging my nails sharp into her flesh, drawing blood. Next, I forcefully slam my knee into her chest over and over again quickly and effectively which caused her to release me but most importantly bend over.

In a flash, I grab a big chunk of her hair and then sink my teeth deep into the side of her neck so graciously returning the favor that she has provided me with moments ago. Not even a second after her gruesome blood touches the tip of my tongue another predator within me is awakened.

As on cue, my vision is enhanced and everything around me turns pure gold. My nails quickly switch to sharp claws and my teeth become sharp canines on their own accord.

It's my wolf. She has finally awakened just in time to finish the job. Finally, my playtime is over so I just sit back and watch.

Wasting no time, my wolf begins to shake her head violently from side to side as Ravana immediately begins to let out a loud and shattering scream of pain as she attempts to break free but there's no use because unfortunately for her my wolf has come back with one thing and one thing only on her mind. Vengeance.

Ravana blood continues to flow freely down out throat as the thrill of the kill begins to take her.

With each passing second, my wolf becomes more and more monstrous, only pulling back to spit out chunks of her flesh and bones. Eventually, Ravana chilling screams turn into shorts gasps of air and her once toned body is now nothing but a bag of bones covered in scarlet red blood.

This is it! She's almost done for it. The mentally ill bitch is almost done.

All of a sudden, a hand touches my chest as it flys through Ravana's body from the back and the next thing I know is the fear of Goddess being placed into Ravana's eyes before her body falls down to the floor.

Lifeless. Heartless. She's gone. What the Goddess?

I lift my head quickly only to come in contact with the last person on this earth that I've expected to see standing before me.

Celine. She's here standing right in front of me with Ravana bloody heart drenching her fair hands crimson. I'm stunned.

“Hello cousin,” she says to me. “Did you miss me?”

Hello, love bugs. Here’s your Friday update. Sorry for the wait and I know I owe you one so keep a look out.

By the way, I’m moving into my first house 😊.