Review–A Shade of Vampire by Bella Forrest

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A Shade of Vampire (A Shade of Vampire #1)
a YA paranormal romance
by Bella Forrest

Summary: On the evening of Sofia Claremont's seventeenth birthday, she is sucked into a nightmare from which she cannot wake.
A quiet evening walk along a beach brings her face to face with a dangerous pale creature that craves much more than her blood.
She is kidnapped to an island where the sun is eternally forbidden to shine.
An island uncharted by any map and ruled by the most powerful vampire coven on the planet. She wakes here as a slave, a captive in chains.
Sofia's life takes a thrilling and terrifying turn when she is the one selected out of hundreds of girls to join the harem of Derek Novak, the dark royal Prince.
Despite his addiction to power and obsessive thirst for her blood, Sofia soon realizes that the safest place on the island is within his quarters, and she must do all within her power to win him over if she is to survive even one more night.
Will she succeed? ...or is she destined to the same fate that all other girls have met at the hands of the Novaks?

Source: I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review.



I’m INCREDIBLY happy to see that A Shade of Vampire has a new cover! The cover is stunning and gorgeous!

The old cover was very plain and would have led me to eventually forget this book in the dusty and overlooked corners of my Kindle if I’m being honest with myself. I know, it’s wrong to judge books by their covers, but… we do. And that would have been a shame because the book was awesome. I am not sure what I expected. I suppose I thought it would be an okay book with a rather predictable outcome.. another vampire novel that we kind of like, but want to roll our eyes about. Seriously, though, A Shade of Vampire is worth the read. I’m reminded after reading it how much I love vampire books and how much I was aching to read a good one!

The writing drew me into the story immediately. I love how it switched points of view from Sofia to Derek, allowing me to get into both of their heads a little bit. I liked Sofia right away because I could tell she was a bit of an outsider, but incredibly smart and strong willed. I suppose I liked her for the same reasons Derek liked her. The world building was great; The Shade was a very creative setting that I enjoyed reading about.

The vampires were so refreshing. For the most part, they were horrific and terrifying and drank human blood without a hint of regret or remorse. Most of the humans were scared, weak, and hateful towards their captors, though obedient in the end. Sofia wasn’t drawn to Derek because he was an awe inspiring creature of the night, like I was expecting of her character, so I was pleasantly surprised. And Derek was a bit sensitive and relatively nice, while still being scary and true to his nature and kind of harsh. Oh, how I missed this! A human and vampire relationship without a wide-eyed omg-you’re-vampire-ness-is-awesome girl or a lame woe-is-me-I-hate-blood vampire!

This is the book that reminded me why I love vampires and why I love vampire love stories while still loving violent and scary vampires. I definitely recommend this book. I’m so glad I read it and cannot praise it enough. Do not let this one sit in the corner of your to-read list, forgotten!

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I was taking an evening stroll along the beach, feeling the smooth sand under my bare feet with every step. The rhythmic crashing of heavy waves against the shore soothed my ears. My skin was tingling with every blow of the gentle summer breeze, the distinct scent of ocean salt filling my nostrils. As I dabbed cherry-flavored Chapstick over my parched lips, they formed a bitter smile. The balm only served to add its sweet taste to the numerous sensations engulfing me at that particular moment.

I’ve always found myself completely attuned to all five of my senses, but that night, I was to all but one. My sight was blurred by the tears I was fighting to hold back. I couldn’t appreciate the exotic scene around me. All I could think about was the disappointed expression on my best friend’s handsome face.

Benjamin Hudson was the only person in the world who could make me feel the way I did that night.

Perhaps the sorrow I felt was mostly due to the fact that I still held expectations –

expectations I knew would only ever cause me pain.

I reasoned to myself that I had the right to be hurt. It was my birthday. He was my best friend. He shouldn’t have forgotten.

But he did. Again.

I knew the disappointment in his chiseled face was more toward himself than me. I knew he could beat himself up endlessly over his careless slip-ups, and do believe me when I say that he had many of those. So, that night, I was wondering to myself whether I had just over-reacted.

I would find myself deciding that I did, in fact, over-react and that it was time to stop wallowing. I’d turn back toward the villa the Hudsons rented for their family vacation, determined to just start having fun again with the most important person in my life, but then I’d remember…

I’d remember what it felt like to see him with his arms around Tanya Wilson, the gorgeous blonde he’d had the hots for all summer.

The image quickly threw all thoughts of kissing and making up with Ben out the window.

"Gosh, Sofia… I’m so sorry… I’m an awful best friend…" were the words that came out of his mouth when he realized his mistake. I walked out on him and ended up at the beach, wanting to hit myself over the head for being so sensitive.

I was being unfair. After all, it wasn’t Ben’s fault that I fell for the biggest cliché of all time when I decided to grow non-best-friend-like feelings for my best friend. That was why seeing him with Tanya hurt so much, especially realizing that I could never be like Tanya. I simply wasn’t the type of girl a guy like Ben would go for. I knew that and yet I still allowed myself to fall for his charms. I hated myself for it, but it was what it was. At that time, I was so sure that he was indeed the "love of my life".

But could anyone really blame me for how I felt around him?

Ben was as dreamy as dreamy gets. He was tall, well-built, smart and had that dashing smile that would put to shame those of the models gracing the covers of any magazine. He was fun, confident and popular. He was also sweet and kind whenever he wanted to be. More than any of that, he saw me. He gave me the time of day when no one else – not even my own parents – would. It was with Ben that I never felt invisible…except when Tanya was around.

As I took that evening stroll, I knew I was fooling myself. There was no way I could stay mad at Ben for long. I liked to think of myself as strong and independent, but truth be told, I couldn’t imagine a life without Ben in it. My dependence on him scared me. It was frightening realizing that I needed another person as much as I needed him.

I’d been meandering along the shore for about an hour when I suddenly sensed that I wasn’t alone. Someone was approaching me from behind. My heart leapt. I was so sure it was Ben, that when a stranger showed up beside me, I couldn’t hide my disappointment.

He must have noticed, because a smirk formed on his lips. "Were you expecting someone else, love?"

I eyed him suspiciously, remembering how many times my father had told me not to talk to strangers. I looked him over, taking in his appearance. My eyes widened. I couldn’t find words to describe how fine a man he was. He was almost beautiful. The first thing I took notice of was how his blue eyes were about three shades brighter than any I’d ever seen before. It was such a stark contrast to his pale – almost white –

skin and dark hair. Standing beside me, he was easily more than half a foot taller. His height, broad shoulders and lean build reminded me of Ben, but he had a presence that was far more imposing than my best friend’s.

My gaze settled on his face.

I realized that he was inspecting me just as closely as I was him. His eyes on me suddenly made me feel uncomfortably vulnerable. I gave my father’s advice a second thought, but quickly canceled out all notions of heeding to his counsel when I reminded myself that he stopped caring a long time ago.

I straightened to my full height and mustered all the courage I had to keep myself from running away from this stranger.

Big mistake.

The confident smirk didn’t leave his face for even a moment.

"Like what you see?"

"A bit full of yourself, aren’t you?" I scoffed, annoyed by his audacity.

He stepped forward, closer to me, and leaned his head toward mine.

"Don’t I have the right to be?"

He knew he looked good and wasn’t about to act like he didn’t.

"Whatever," was my oh-so-brilliant comeback.

My shoulders sagged with defeat as I took a step back, unsettled by how close he was now. I rolled my eyes and did a one-eighty, not quite in the mood to play whatever game this stranger was proposing.

I would soon realize that I was about to play his game whether I liked it or not.

He grabbed my arm and turned my body to face him. This motion alone made every single internal alarm I had within me go off in a frenzy.

This man was danger and I knew it. I tried to wriggle away from his touch, but I was no match for his strength.

"Tell me your name," he commanded.

I was about to refuse, but was horrified to find myself blurting out my name in response.

"Sofia Claremont."

As soon as I revealed my name, his eyes lit up with a kind of sinister approval. Then he reached for my face and traced his thumb over my jaw line.

"Hello, Sofia Claremont. You’re one stupid girl for taking a walk alone at this time of night. You never know what kind of evil a pretty little thing like you could happen to come by."

I found myself wondering exactly what kind of evil he was. But I was suddenly overcome by the sensations that were surrounding me. My senses took in everything at once. I heard the waves, felt the sand, smelled the ocean salt, tasted the flavor of cherry and saw the stranger’s manic appearance as he stuck a needle to my neck. The effect was instant. I was barely able to gasp, much less scream. I went from sensing everything to sensing absolutely nothing.

My last conscious thought was that I may never see Ben again.


I blinked several times, hoping that I would see a bit more clearly if I did it enough.

No chance. I was enveloped by darkness and it didn’t look like that was about to change any time soon.

I sensed my claustrophobia about to kick in, afraid that, for all I knew, I could be in some sort of extremely enclosed space, but the cold, airy feel of the room soon assured me that I was not.

I tried to move about the space and quickly realized that the lack of lighting was the least of my concerns. For one thing, I was being held by metal restraints on my wrists and ankles.

I could barely even raise my arms without requiring a considerable amount of effort. I tried to pull against my chains. They were fastened to the wall. I felt straw beneath my bare feet. I ran my hands over my body and felt the soft linen fabric of the white cover-up I pulled over my swimsuit before my untimely walk earlier that evening.

I had intended to go for a swim.

Yet another one of your brilliant ideas, Sofia. Now you’re locked up in some sort of dungeon wearing your swimsuit and a cover-up that’s nowhere near enough to fend off the biting cold. Genius. Just genius.

I gritted my teeth, loathing myself for being so careless about my own safety. I caught myself before I could turn myself into my own personal villain. The severity of the situation hit me full force and I was unable to suppress a shudder. What have I gotten myself into?

Despite the cold, I suddenly felt sweat forming on my forehead.

I’m in a dungeon. The word alone caused alternating images of stories I’d read about places like the London Tower and the kinds of torture prisoners endured there. I balled my fists, realizing for the first time how much I loved my fingers, as images flit through my mind of someone sticking sharp objects underneath my nails.

If my goal in life was to not go insane, this sure as hell was not helping me meet my objective.

I sank to the ground, pulling my legs against my chest with my arms, remembering all those times I felt like something was wrong with me. Familiar fears of turning out like my mother began to assault me. Growing up, I’d seen psychologist after psychologist trying to figure out "what was wrong with me". I apparently had ADHD when I was a kid, OCD during my preteen years. Just recently, they were testing me for bipolar disorder. Given this situation, I was sure I’d develop an extra disorder or two.

Let’s add post-traumatic-stress disorder to the bunch.

Then I heard sounds – echoing footsteps – coming from outside the room I was in.

Eight seconds later, the door unlocked and swung open. The incandescent lighting flickered on. It took a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust to the sudden flow of light. My first instinct was to take in every detail of the room I was in. With the light, it looked less archaic than it was in my imagination. The walls were actually made of concrete, not mortar and brick like the castles of old.

I stared at the floor and frowned in confusion at the straw beneath my feet.

"The hay adds a nice touch, I think. Makes our captives feel like they somehow time traveled to the Dark Ages."

My eyes were quickly drawn to the source of the voice. All I could do was glare at him.

It was the stranger from the beach.

There were so many questions I wanted him to answer, so many curses I wanted to blurt out, but I held my tongue. Considering my predicament and my very limited mobility, irking my captor didn’t seem like the wisest thing to do.

He eyed me from head to foot the same way he did when we were back at the beach.

This time, however, I could sense his hunger. He was predator. I was prey. I shuddered to think exactly what kind of predator had just caught me in his trap.

His eyes were spanning the length of my legs as he approached me. He seemed to find amusement in my anxiety.

He stopped about a foot away from me and grinned as he studied me closely. The fact that he seemed pleased by what he saw made the situation even scarier.

"Who are you?! What do you want from me?!"

I asked the questions not so I could hear the answers. I just needed to break the silence, in hopes of hiding my erratic heartbeats.

He raised his hand and brushed a stray strand of my auburn hair away from my face. I couldn’t help but flinch from even the slightest hint of his touch. Everything about him told me that I wasn’t safe around him.

His next actions solidified my suspicions that his intentions toward me were less than noble.

He pushed me to the wall and pinned me to it by leaning his full weight against me. It felt like he was trying to crush my ribs and every other internal organ I had.

"Welcome to The Shade, Sofia." He leaned closer, his breath cool against my ear.

"You really are quite a beauty, aren’t you?"

From his lips, it sounded more like an insult than a compliment.

My fears were being replaced with anger. I gathered all the strength I could to lift my hands in an attempt to push him away. As I struggled, I became fully aware of the coarseness of the concrete wall behind me, scratching through the sheerness of my cover-up and grating against my skin.

He chuckled when I failed to budge him even slightly.

"You’ll only hurt yourself."

"I demand that you let go of me. Now." I said the words with more confidence than I felt.

If there was even the slightest trace of true confidence in me, he managed to make it disappear when he grabbed a clump of my hair with one hand and my jaw with the other. He leaned his face close to mine, the tips of our noses almost touching.

"It will do you well to learn that here, you are not in a place to make impetuous demands." The words hissed from his lips.

It was appropriate for him; he was revealing to me exactly what he was. A snake. His hands eased out of my hair and away from my jaw before he began to freely grope my body in places no other person apart from myself had ever touched before. His eyes never left mine even as I tried to wither away from his touch.

"There’s no escape, Sofia. If you want to survive, you must realize that in this kingdom, you exist to obey. Do as you’re told and we just might allow you to live."

I spat on his face. It was the only act of defiance I could manage, considering how I was positioned to take whatever abuse he saw fit to throw my way.

I had a feeling of victory that lasted for about a second, before he wiped his face clean with the back of his hand. His other hand gripped the nape of my neck.

"You asked me what I wanted from you. There really is only one thing you could give me, Sofia."

I glared at him, determined to die with dignity and self-respect.

"Oh? And what’s that?"

His answer sent chills down my spine.


Before I could even let that fully register, fangs protruded from his mouth. He pushed my head to the side, giving him easy access to my neck. It felt like I was in a dream but, as much as I tried to pinch myself awake, there was no escaping it.

I was convinced that my greatest fear had come to pass. I’d already gone insane, because at that moment, I was a hundred percent sure I was about to be eaten alive by a vampire.



I could already feel the sharp edge of his fangs on my skin when a shrill female voice brought me an unexpected reprieve.

He growled with frustration and roughly pushed me away, causing my head to jerk back and bump against the concrete wall.

I glared every sort of sharp blade imaginable at my captor. So your name is Lucas.

He seemed to be reading my mind, because an ugly frown marred his handsome features.

"Yes. The name’s Lucas, my sweet innocent. Not that knowing this will do you any good."

"What do you think you’re doing?!" The female voice once again demanded of him.

I strained my neck to see who my savior was, but Lucas was blocking my view.

"What do you think I’m doing, Vivienne?"

His chest heaved as he said the words. He looked just about ready to rip the head off of this Vivienne woman.

"So sorry about this, Sofia dear."

Of course. How dare she interrupt your dinner. Happy birthday, Sofia. You just happen to be the birthday feast.

He looked at me as though I was his ally.

"It seems my sister couldn’t just let things be."

My heart sank at that piece of information. How could I expect this creature’s sister to help me get out of the nightmare he’d brought me into? Her next words cemented my fears and made it clear that there was no escaping my doom. At least, not with her help.

"She isn’t yours to feast on."

"I found her!" Lucas shouted with indignation.

"You found her for Derek."

I was already busy musing over what these words implied. Great. Save me from one vampire so another can sup on me instead. I wasn’t too preoccupied, however, to ignore the change of expression on Lucas’ face at the mention of this Derek person.

"She’s one girl, Vivienne. What harm would it do to take one girl for myself? I always get to keep the lovelies I find on these hunts. Always."

"You already have plenty of beautiful women in your quarters. You need not keep this one. Corrine made it clear that the young women found tonight are to be reserved for when Derek wakes up."

Lucas eyed me intently. He was looking at me so closely that I was sure he was already well-acquainted with every single mole and freckle on my face.

I could see his Adam’s apple move as he gulped, deprived of the morsel he was so desperate to have – me. I wasn’t sure what to feel. I was relieved to escape Lucas, but now I was filled with dread over who Derek was. There was no guarantee he would be any better than my current captor.

Lucas once again took my face in his hands and traced his thumb over my lips.

"This fragile little twig couldn’t possibly be the one. I don’t understand why everyone seems to worship the ground Corrine walks on. No matter what that witch says, Sleeping Beauty has shown no signs of waking up any time soon."

"Derek will wake up soon. The sooner you accept that, the better off we’ll all be."

"I’m your brother too. Why do you constantly choose him over me?"

"Despite what you think, it has nothing to do with the fact that he’s my twin. It has everything to do with who you are and who he is. I love you, brother, but you must accept that you weren’t meant to rule."

Her words were spoken gently, but firmly, an unmistakable hint of affection coming with every utterance.

I could see the pain in Lucas’ eyes at this bold statement coming from his own sister.

At that point, I knew I must have truly gone mad, because I actually felt sorry for him.

I knew what he felt, what it was like to have no one on your side. I didn’t think anyone deserved to feel that way.

He quickly reminded me, however, that he was my tormentor and made me completely reconsider my stand in the matter. Whatever anger or sadness he felt, he took out on me. He clamped one hand over my neck, constricting my breathing. A claw protruded from the thumb he had over my lips and he began pressing the end of it over my mouth. I couldn’t help but whimper as his sharp nail drew a small line of blood over my sensitive lower lip.

"Lucas! Stop it!" Vivienne once again raised her voice in reprimand.

He let go of me, allowing me to gasp for breath. He backed away and stared down at me like I was the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen in his life.

"I’m just trying to help you wake your beloved Derek up, Vivienne. Take this little minx to him and make her kiss the Sleeping Beauty. The taste of her blood just might wake the Prince up."

He began to head for the door, but stopped to glare at his sister before completely heading off.

"Isn’t that how you think all this is going to play out when he wakes up? Just like a fairy tale?"

I can’t express how relieved I felt when he finally left the room. The words exchanged by the siblings remained in my head, but I was too overcome by emotion to even attempt to make sense of them. My knees were shaking so I gave in and sank to the ground before finally looking up to see what exactly Vivienne looked like.

If I thought Lucas could be beautiful, Vivienne was even more stunning to behold.

She was a couple of inches shorter than her brother, but had the same dark hair and pale complexion. Her eyes, however, were different. Against the light in the room, her eyes almost looked violet, with hints of deep purple.

She was eyeing me warily, as if I was a heavy burden that she had to bear.

"Thank you," I told her, genuinely meaning it even though I had no idea what she had in store for me.

There was a deadpan expression on her face as she looked at me.

"Understand, girl, that you are nothing here. You’re nothing but a pawn, a piece used to make the board move. Your best chance at survival and proving your significance is to win Derek’s affections. Considering everything I know about my brother, I’m not sure that’s even possible."

Her words dealt my hope a final crushing blow. She made it perfectly clear that wherever this place called The Shade was, I had no allies. No friends.

I had only myself to rely on. And that, I thought, was the most frightening aspect of my predicament. After all, how could I rely on someone I couldn’t trust?


The moment my eyes shot open, I could hear everything, smell everything and feel everything within at least a quarter-mile radius from me. I was sure that the sensation alone would bring my body into complete shock, until my vision settled on a familiar face. The woman I had trusted enough to provide my escape from everything.


It was strange. The last thing I remembered was Cora’s face as I’d faded off into slumber. It felt like I had only slept for a few moments before being jolted awake. I wondered if something had gone wrong with the spell. Looking at the witch, I couldn’t help but wonder how it was possible that she looked younger. I found my answer when the buxom beauty with light brown skin and cascading locks of chestnut hair shook her head.

"I’m not Cora. I’m Corrine."

I lifted myself up from the slab of stone that had served as my resting place … for how long, I could only muse. I took in my surroundings - I was in a candlelit hall with marble floors and giant pillars. The first word that came to mind when I surveyed the place was sanctuary.

I eyed the young woman with whom I was alone in the room, wary of her intentions.

It took a moment for her strange clothes to register. I became aware of how I was dressed and realized that perhaps more time had passed than I initially thought. But at that point, it didn’t really matter.

The bottom line was that I wasn’t supposed to wake up. Ever.

Contemptuous that I should wake when I’d so explicitly asked for an eternal escape, I shouted a command as prince of The Shade.

"I want to see Cora. Bring her to me."

I hated the authoritative tone my voice naturally took on. Who was I to issue commands? I was no prince – much less the savior Vivienne painted me to be.

The prophecy she spoke soon after we were turned into vampires immediately haunted me as I recalled it.

The younger will rule above father and brother and his reign alone can provide his kind true sanctuary.

I still remember the look on Vivienne’s face when she uttered those words. More than that, I saw the expressions of my father and brother. Resentment.

I snapped myself out of the bout of nostalgia I was sinking into and raised a brow at the woman before me. Why isn’t she moving? I was surprised by my own indignation at the idea of her not immediately jumping on my order.

Despite my misgivings about ruling, I wasn’t used to others not obeying me. After a hundred years of fighting for survival and leading my coven to The Shade, I’d grown accustomed to being revered and followed. I wasn’t sure I liked that about myself, but it was what it was.

"Would you like us to dig her grave up, your highness? I doubt her corpse will do much good to clarify whatever questions you have in mind."

I grimaced. Your highness. A reminder of the day my father took to heart the coven’s silly notion to establish himself as King of The Shade. However, the title did not bother me as much as the news of Cora’s demise and this young woman’s manner of addressing me. I swallowed hard as I grabbed the edges of the stone slab I was sitting on.

The sensations coursing through my veins made it clear exactly what my body was now crying out for. Blood. I was famished. Another bitter reminder of the past I meant to escape when I gave the witch permission to put a sleeping curse on me.

Desperate to divert my thoughts to other matters, I shifted my gaze toward Corrine.

"Who are you?"

"I’m the witch of The Shade, descendant of the great witch, Cora."

I paused, keeping my eyes on her. That information alone commanded my respect. No wonder she speaks to me as she does. If she was Cora’s descendent, it was better to keep her as ally rather than foe. I heaved a sigh, not quite sure I wanted to hear the answer to my next question.

"What century is it?"

"The twenty-first."

I diverted my gaze away from her as I let that information register. Four hundred years. I escaped for four hundred years.

Corrine began circling me like a damned vulture. I could sense her distrust. She was scrutinizing me, perhaps wondering what my awakening meant for The Shade.

I wanted to tell her that it meant nothing, because I fully intended to escape from it all over again. But there were so many questions running through my mind, although I was uncertain if I really wanted to hear the answers to them.

"Why am I awake?"

"It’s simply time."

I clenched my fists. "Time for what?"

"For Derek Novak to stop acting like a coward and face what he was meant to do.


My jaw tightened, my teeth gritted. "I didn’t ask for this."

"Neither did any of us, but if his highness is entertaining any notions of going back to his dreamy reprieve, then I suggest you forget them now, Prince. Until you’ve played your part, there’s no means of escape. Cora made certain of that."

"What do you mean…"

Before I could finish my question, the double doors made of fine acacia swung open and my older brother, Lucas, and my twin sister, Vivienne, strode into the chamber.

Lucas gave me a curt nod. I nodded back. That was the closest we ever got to showing each other brotherly affection.

Vivienne, on the other hand, threw her arms around my neck, whispering how glad she was that I was finally awake.

I couldn’t keep myself from telling her exactly what I felt.

"That makes one of us."

And then it happened. I could feel my gut clench in an excruciating twist. The smell was overwhelming – practically intoxicating. When I saw them, I couldn’t help but wonder whose idea it was to bring about this sort of cruelty upon my wake.

As my sister stepped aside to allow me full view, I remembered everything. I remembered why it was so important for me to stay asleep.

Five beautiful young women – innocents – no older than I was when I became a vampire, stood before me. I could sense their fear and the predator in me was desperate for release. I hated myself for it, but I wanted nothing more than to suck every last drop of blood out of every single one of them.


My eyes were glued to the young man Vivienne was embracing only moments ago.

There was no question in my mind that it was him. He was the one Vivienne told Lucas I was here for. He was the one the guards and servants were whispering about.

He was Derek Novak.

Soon after Vivienne left me inside the dungeon, guards arrived to bring me to another area of the place they called The Shade. I and several other girls around my age were brought out of a network of underground caves they called The Cells. I assumed it was The Shade’s prison system of sorts. My first instinct was to try to figure out where we were.

Once out in the open, I saw the tallest trees I’d ever laid my eyes on – I assumed they were giant redwoods that I’d read about in books. They surrounded us on all sides except for one – our side – which from what I saw, consisted of a huge mountain range, whose ragged cliffs spelled danger. It was in the intricate cave system of this mountain range that they managed to carve out the dungeons they’d kept us all in. I was impressed by how they were able to pull it off, but I couldn’t help but wonder if human blood was shed in turning The Cells into a reality.

From The Cells, the guards ordered us girls to form a single line and follow them as they guided us onto a well-traveled dirt pathway right into the dark, murky wood. My teeth chattered as they herded us beneath the shadows of the wiry branches. It wasn’t really the cold that was making me shudder, though the howling wind certainly wasn’t helping – especially taking into consideration the outfit I had on. It was that everything about the forest we’d entered reminded me of those I read about in fairy tales – home to big bad wolves and nocturnal creatures waiting to devour any unfortunate passerby. At that point, I regretted ever watching horror movies, because I was pretty much certain that we were being led to some sort of awful, grisly death.

At the mercy of vampires. I shut my eyes and shook the thought away. It really wasn’t helping my predicament.

It had probably been less than twenty minutes, but it felt as though we’d been walking for hours by the time an exit from that haunted wood came into view. We stepped into a large clearing.

"This, lovelies," one of the guards spoke up, without bothering to hide the way he was leering at us, "is The Vale."

I wondered what fate awaited us there. Still keenly aware of the dread I felt, I found myself making way for a new feeling: awe. The dirt path we were trekking along eventually led to a cobblestone street that was teeming with life. It was obviously some sort of hub for trade, based on the large crowds of people milling about the place - as if it were the most normal thing in the world to go to market at this unholy hour of the night.

I almost forgot my fear for a moment as my eyes widened with fascination. Parts of The Vale looked like a town that had popped right out of the medieval era. The streets were lit with burning lanterns. Thatched roofs, clay exteriors, tents housing a variety of wares. Some buildings, on the other hand, made me tilt my head to the side, wondering what exactly they were for, considering their unique geometric and angular architectural designs. It was almost as if we were in a town that managed to mix the past and the future in one place and I began wondering how long it had been since The Vale first came into existence.

We took about half a dozen turns through the maze of streets until we were led to the front door of a two-storey building, whose exteriors were painted with a variety of cool pastel colors. It looked out-of-place compared to the overall dark vibe I was getting from the rest of The Shade.

We were ushered through the double glass doors and I found myself utterly confused.

I was expecting to be brought to some sort of dungeon or interrogation room – some place dark and foreboding. Instead, we were brought to a … spa. The smell of jasmine and lavender, the sound of gushing fountains, the cool, rhythmic music … I had no idea what to make of the whole thing. It almost felt as if I were in the spa Ben often dragged me to for massages on vacation.

I soon learned that they called the place "The Baths". Upon entering the building’s lobby, the guards immediately handed us over to the care of several women, whom I assumed were in their mid-twenties.

From there, each of us was ushered into a series of beauty regimens – including a warm bath, massages, manicures, pedicures and facials. We were perfumed with scents that I found absolutely intoxicating. Finally, wearing white silken robes, we were led into a dressing room where a dark-haired young woman handed us parcels that contained what we were to wear. I felt my gut clench when I saw the lacy lingerie and the pearl white gown I had been given.

It dawned on me suddenly what all these beauty treatments were for. They were preparing us for him. I found myself shaking as I slipped on the garments, the gown hugging my curves at just the right places. I checked the way I looked in front of a full-length mirror and drew a breath. I couldn’t remember ever feeling more beautiful than I did at that moment, and yet, I felt nothing but absolute dread. I had a sinister feeling that it was likely not to a young girl’s advantage to look stunning at The Shade.

"You look gorgeous," the dark-haired woman who handed us our clothes told me, as she helped zip up my dress from the back.

"What’s all this for?" I asked in a hoarse whisper. "Why are we being dolled up like this?"

Watching her in the mirror’s reflection, the sadness that traced her pretty round face didn’t escape my notice.

"Rumors are that you girls are to be part of the prince’s harem. All of The Shade’s Elite have harems of their own. You girls are lucky enough to be chosen to serve the legendary Derek Novak himself. That’s all I can reveal to you, but one thing I do know for sure is that you can’t afford to displease the prince."

She brushed a gentle hand over my auburn hair, arranging it so that it fell perfectly in place.

"But don’t worry … considering how stunning you look, I doubt it will be difficult for you to please him."

She then walked away, making it clear that she wasn’t willing to say anything more.

Please him. Shivers ran through my body as questions about my fate began flooding my mind. Being a member of anyone’s "harem" sounded terrifying to me, but I knew that prying for more answers would most likely lead someone – most likely, myself –

into trouble. So, I had to make do with keeping my ears open to the hushed whispers being exchanged around me. All I gathered was that the prince had been asleep for hundreds of years and that "the vampires" see him as some sort of "savior".

I also realized that the women dolling us up were all humans. I wondered if they too were kidnapped like I was.

Once we were ready, the guards who had escorted us to "The Baths" came for us. I’ll never forget the look on the face of one of the guards when he saw us.

"The prince is one lucky bastard," he muttered under his breath, before instructing us to stand up and follow them.

We were led back along The Vale’s cobblestone streets. This time, however, I was too overcome by anxiety to be capable of admiring the town.

It wasn’t long before we were led to an exit on a different side of The Vale. We once again found ourselves being herded through the forest until we reached another clearing. There was only one structure that presented itself to us – a temple of sorts, with white exterior and a cavern-like roof. Under the moonlight, the whiteness of the building made it shine amidst the black of night.

"Welcome to The Sanctuary, ladies," one of the guards said, a smirk on his face as he ogled us with his amber-gold eyes.

They made us enter the front door. It was in the well-lit corridor in front of us that we saw Lucas and Vivienne.

I could feel Lucas’ eyes on me, making my insides squirm again. Vivienne instructed us to follow them and we did. We soon turned a corner and walked into a large candlelit chamber.

Standing there, I found myself unable to pry my gaze away from Derek Novak, as I tried to gain some understanding of what all this buzz surrounding him was about.

He was what every teenage girl would most likely describe as hot, which was rather ironic considering how pale and frozen he looked. He had the same features as his brother, but there was something more refined about him. There was a hint of boyishness in his face. I could instantly tell that he was younger than Lucas. I entertained the thought that perhaps I was indeed better off under his mercy than Lucas’. However, the words Vivienne had spoken to me earlier that night still haunted me.

"Your best chance at survival and proving your significance is to win Derek’s affection… I’m not sure that’s even possible."

"What is the meaning of this?! Why would you bring them to me?" Derek spoke up.

His voice was deep and powerful as he breathed heavily.

"Take them away from me."

"We can’t do that." Vivienne shook her head. "You’ll need to learn to control yourself with them. We will give you blood to feed on soon enough, but right now, you need to keep yourself in check when you’re around them."

"If you don’t want them to die, why bring them to me now?!" His voice rumbled through the cavernous hall.

Everything about his demeanor – the way his chest heaved, the way his fists clenched

– made it clear that he was doing everything within his power to keep himself from attacking any one of us – perhaps even all of us.

I shuddered at the display of temper from this young man, whose immediate command we were going to be subjected to.

Vivienne didn’t seem fazed at all. In a calm, collected voice, she responded to her brother.

"Because you and I both know that if you are to face what lies ahead of you, you need to be able to control your impulse to satisfy your hunger. These women were handpicked to become part of your harem. They’re the loveliest among a recent hunt."

Despite my predicament, my ears perked up at that last statement. Lovely was not something I’d ever been described as before.

Lucas chuckled. "This is cruel and unusual punishment, Vivienne. I told you that.

Derek hasn’t had blood for the past four hundred years. He can’t be expected to not want to rip these girls’ heads off. Hell, I’ve been feeding for the last four hundred years and I still want to have my way with them."

Derek, still looking like he was about to attack us at any moment, simply gave him a sideward glare before he roamed his eyes toward each of us girls – one by one.

"A harem? A hunt? Since when do we have these? Who are these girls and where exactly did you ‘hunt’ them?"

Lucas, Vivienne and the other woman present in the hall exchanged uncomfortable glances.

It was Vivienne who eventually answered the question.

"They’re humans abducted from the outside world. We hunt humans to become slaves here, to do the work necessary. Those who prove to be useless are fed on. The choicest and most beautiful among the captives are kept by the Elite as part of what we began calling a harem a long time ago. Some of the favored Lodgers also have one or two beauties of their own. The humans who form the harems are kept alive for a year and whoever owns them gets to decide their ultimate fate after that."

"It’s really just an excuse to be able to have them at their prime," Lucas added with a smirk.

From the look on Derek’s face, he didn’t seem happy about the explanation he’d been given. He eyed us from where he stood – the distance between us was only a few strides.

"I know what you’re thinking and no, you can’t let them go, Derek," Lucas spoke as if he was talking to a five-year-old. "They’ve seen The Shade. We can’t afford to risk the coven. They stay or they die."

Derek’s expression turned to complete disgust. "They can’t be any older than we were when we were turned."

"I know," Lucas grinned, speaking as though it were the most amusing fact known to their kind. "They’re all seventeen."

"The knights and guards take them at that age, because as you know, blood tastes sweeter once they reach the fullness of their womanhood at eighteen," Vivienne explained.

Lucas scoffed at the notion. "Please. It’s all the same, but really, Derek, enjoy them.

Just looking at them is already a feast. After the year ends, imagine all the wicked things you can do with them."

Derek stood to his full height – a couple of inches taller than his older brother and began walking toward us. My first reaction was to flinch as he approached.

At that moment, the only way I could think to describe him was hungry.

I stood there, sure that my knees were about to give way beneath me. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and in doing so, found the back of my hand brushing against the hand of the blonde-haired girl standing beside me. I could feel her shaking. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it, hoping to both give comfort to and draw it from her.

The motion attracted Derek’s attention. I’d never felt more vulnerable than I did the moment Derek Novak’s electric blue eyes settled on me. His gaze betrayed the thoughts roaming his mind. I was a lamb – a lamb ready for slaughter.


I couldn’t pry my eyes away from her. I wanted to stop, but I found myself inching closer.

She was the most beautiful one to behold – not just because her physical appearance drew me in above and beyond that of the other girls. No. In my eyes, she was most beautiful because at a time when she had every right to be terrified, she managed to show comfort to another person who needed it.

The moment I saw her grab the hand of the girl beside her, all the others paled in comparison. She showed me a humanity I longed to return to.

But I was the predator. She was my prey. And even as I admired her for that one simple gesture, I was battling to prevent myself from relishing the sweet delicacy she was to my kind.

I muttered several curses under my breath. Vivienne knew my struggle to maintain control when it came to satisfying my hunger.

I studied the young woman whose emerald green eyes boldly settled on me. I took in the sight of those dark auburn locks cascading down her shoulders and framing her delicate face. There was an innocence to the slight blush of her freckled cheeks that made me ache inside. Her eyes and the way they were fixed on me – unflinching in their courage and audacity – made me want to shrink away from her.

I knew she was studying me and I would’ve given anything to find out what was going through her head as she looked me over.

A familiar ache gripped my chest with every step I took closer to her. She was everything I no longer was. She represented everything I lost when my father turned me into this monster.

When I was about two feet away from her, I immediately regretted ever going near her, because the sight and smell of the slightest bit of blood on her lower lip became my complete undoing.

Lightning speed and strength I forgot I had pushed her backwards until her back hit one of the sanctuary’s giant marble pillars with a loud thud. Guilt and shame filled me for causing her pain, but I was giving in to my nature, desperate to draw her blood and taste it.

I swallowed hard as my eyes centered on the cut on her lip. I knew that the moment I did anything to taste it, I wouldn’t be able to control myself. There was no going back.

"Derek, no…"

My uneven breathing and erratic heartbeat drowned out my sister’s protests. As far as I was concerned, there was no one else there with us. It was just me and this innocent

– this innocent I was about to destroy.

I wrapped an arm around her small waist and lifted her up the pillar, supporting her weight with my hips. She tried to push me away, tried to free herself from my grip, but it didn’t take long for her to realize that there was no escape. I was too strong for her and she was at my complete mercy. She knew it. I knew it, and I hated myself, because at that moment, there wasn’t a single bit of mercy running through my blood-deprived veins. There was nothing in me but an animalistic and primal need that was begging to be satisfied – hunger.

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