Two Kings For Ellie

"I'm not just the vampire king of tales, Ellie. I'm a talented artist." Vanchure said with every

stroke he made on the canvas with his paintbrush. "So you can either be the one posing on

my couch, behind the canvas, or be the one whose blood I will use in replacement for

paints."

In a world that was divided from origin were two great mythical creatures, two great

kingdoms, and two great rulers. Speaking of which were the Black Park, the wolves, and the

Thorx Coven, the bloodsuckers. With the respect of law and order, these two kingdoms had

a ball of symbiosis where they worked hand in hand to maintain their stable world. The

wolves were considered as the soldiers. The protectors. The ones left to do the tough and

dirty jobs within both kingdoms were the bloodsuckers, whose' strengths were limited to just

being hard abor. While the wolves had the day and nights to themselves, the vampire

blossomed in the night; they were considered as Royalties. In these two kingdoms, they had

their kings. Eamonn, Alpha of Black Park, and Vanchure, king of Thorx Coven. They had

maintained the law and order of peace and had always set their boundaries between each

other until Ellie came along. Ellie was born of the wolves, just a commoner that the Alpha of

my Park proclaimed as a mate.

Ellie is set on a path to rescue her missing sister from the hands of the vampire king,

Vanchure. But on her first encounter with that handsome devil, her whole life takes a

different turn. She's who she is now. An abomination, as the werewolves, her people called

her. But what is yet to unfold from this abomination is what no one knows.