Author's note: This story came about because a girl casually mentioned the idea! Another school-day creation written while slacking off!
Beautiful, level-headed mage, bottom × elegant vampire with a wolfdog streak, top
When forbidden magic tears through the night, a pure-blood vampire who has slept for three hundred years awakens from a bloodstone. His fangs once drank the blood of his enemies, and his power once made kingdoms tremble. Now, he is forced to kneel and call the young mage who awakened him... "Master."
Linus von Eldridge, a Seventh-Circle mage and a rebel wanted by the High Council.
He doesn't need a loyal servant. He needs a perfect weapon.
He binds ancient demons with contracts and measures every move with cold calculation. Yet on a blood-moon night, he discovers that the creature he has tamed is no beast, but another proud predator.
Asaniel de Knox, the last of the vampire nobility. Three hundred years of imprisonment have done nothing to diminish his arrogance.
He calls Linus "Master," yet his eyes burn with a fire that meets Linus as an equal. Every act of obedience is a test, every act of protection an invasion. He intends to turn the chains of their contract against the little mage who thinks he controls everything.
So, who is taming whom? Who is devouring whom?
This game, with their souls at stake, has no master and servant, only accomplices.
Theme: Darkness cannot devour the light, but the two can intertwine to weave a dawn more complete than daylight.
