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The Vampire and The Angel

Lindsay is the future queen of Ethora, the reall of angels while y/n is the future queen of Rodion, the reall of Vampires. When Wolfs attack both realms borders, the vampires and Angels are forced to make a truce between them and fight the wolfs but….what happens when both princesses fall in love? Will their dynasties accept it or will war be more agressive than ever…

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In the ethereal expanse of Ethora, where the skies were painted with hues of lavender and gold, Lindsay Lohan soared gracefully through the clouds. Her white-gold wings gleamed under the soft sunlight, a testament to her lineage as the future queen of the angelic realm. With every beat of her wings, she felt the weight of responsibility and duty pressing down upon her slender shoulders.

As Lindsay descended towards the glistening palace of Ethora, her forest green eyes surveyed the kingdom below. Ethora was a realm of eternal beauty and serenity, a sanctuary untouched by the shadows that lurked beyond its borders. Yet, despite its tranquil facade, Lindsay knew that darkness lingered just beyond the horizon.

For millennia, angels and vampires had waged an endless war for dominance over the mortal realm. At the heart of their conflict lay a mysterious artifact known as the Cup of Eternity—a vessel said to possess the power to grant immortality to whomever possessed it. It was a coveted prize that had fueled countless battles and claimed countless lives.

Lindsay's thoughts drifted to the legends of her ancestors, who had valiantly fought against the vampire hordes in defense of Ethora. She knew that her own destiny was inexorably intertwined with the fate of her kingdom, and she was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure its survival.

Yet, amidst the chaos and bloodshed, there existed a force that Lindsay had yet to encounter—a force that would challenge everything she thought she knew about the world.

Unbeknownst to Lindsay, deep within the shadowed recesses of Rodion, another figure moved with equal grace and purpose. Y/N, the future queen of the vampire kingdom, prowled through the darkness with feline agility, her raven hair cascading like a waterfall of midnight silk.

Unlike Lindsay, Y/N was not bound by the constraints of honor or morality. She was a creature of the night, driven by an insatiable thirst for power and dominance. Her piercing blue eyes held a cold intelligence, a calculating gaze that missed nothing.

As Y/N traversed the labyrinthine corridors of her palace, she felt a sense of anticipation building within her. The time was drawing near for her to claim her birthright—to seize control of the Cup of Eternity and bend its power to her will.

Yet, even as Y/N plotted her ascent to power, a nagging sense of doubt gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. She knew that the path to immortality was fraught with peril, and that her enemies would stop at nothing to thwart her ambitions.

Little did she know that her greatest adversary awaited her in the form of an angel with fire-red hair and emerald eyes—a celestial being whose very existence threatened to unravel the carefully laid plans of centuries.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting Ethora and Rodion into shadow, the stage was set for a confrontation that would shake the foundations of both realms. In the darkness, Lindsay and Y/N stood on opposite sides of a divide that could never be bridged—a divide that separated angel from vampire, light from darkness, and hope from despair.

And so, as the night unfolded and the stars gazed down upon the world below, the fate of Ethora and Rodion hung in the balance, waiting to be decided by the clash of swords and the whisper of wings.

The first rays of dawn crept through the towering windows of Y/N's bedchamber, casting a soft glow upon the opulent surroundings. As she stirred from her slumber, the pale light danced across her features, illuminating the delicate lines of her face. With a languid stretch, Y/N pushed herself upright, her dark hair cascading in waves around her shoulders.

In the corner of the room, a crackling fire cast flickering shadows against the walls, warming the air with its gentle heat. Y/N's gaze drifted to the ornate canopy bed where she had spent the night, its silk sheets whispering of luxury and decadence. Yet, despite the comfort of her surroundings, a sense of restlessness lingered in the depths of her soul.

With a sigh, Y/N rose from the bed and made her way to the wardrobe, where rows of elaborate gowns awaited her selection. As she browsed through the array of fabrics and colors, her thoughts drifted to the events that lay ahead—a day filled with ceremony and expectation, culminating in her coronation as the queen of Rodion.

Determined to project an image of regal authority, Y/N selected a gown of deepest black, its rich velvet shimmering in the dim light. With practiced ease, she slipped into the dress, the fabric molding to her slender form like a second skin. Adorned with jewels and lace, she felt the weight of her heritage pressing down upon her shoulders—a legacy of power and privilege that she both craved and resented in equal measure.

As Y/N descended the grand staircase that led to the heart of the palace, the air was filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and exotic spices. Servants bustled about, attending to their duties with quiet efficiency, their movements a blur of motion and purpose.

In the dining room, King Thibor and Queen Selene awaited their daughter's arrival, their expressions masked by a facade of stoic indifference. Yet, beneath their composed exteriors, Y/N sensed a simmering tension—a tension born of unspoken fears and unfulfilled expectations.

Taking her seat at the head of the table, Y/N was greeted by the sight of a lavish spread laid out before her—a feast fit for royalty, yet lacking in the warmth of genuine affection. As maids bustled about, serving the royal family with practiced precision, Thibor turned to his daughter with a stern gaze, his voice tinged with authority.

"Are you prepared for tomorrow, my dear?" he asked, his tone betraying none of the warmth that a father might feel towards his daughter on such an occasion.

Y/N nodded, her gaze flickering briefly towards the window where the first hints of dawn were beginning to paint the sky with streaks of pink and gold. Despite her outward composure, she felt a surge of uncertainty coursing through her veins—a nagging doubt that whispered of destinies unfulfilled and paths not taken.

For Y/N was not like other vampires. She harbored no hatred towards the angels who had long been the sworn enemies of her kind. Instead, she found herself drawn to their beauty and grace, their wings shimmering like gossamer in the sunlight. It was a sentiment that Thibor and Selene viewed with disdain, a weakness that threatened to undermine their carefully laid plans for her future.

The rhythmic beat of footsteps echoed through the halls of the palace, heralding the arrival of a new presence. Y/N's attention was drawn away from her thoughts as her younger sister, Carmilla, bounded into the dining room with the exuberance of youth. Unlike Y/N's dark beauty, Carmilla possessed a radiant charm, her golden locks cascading around her shoulders like strands of spun sunlight.

"Good morning, everyone!" Carmilla chirped, her voice a cheerful melody that cut through the somber atmosphere of the room. With a carefree smile, she made her way to the table and took her place beside her sister, the stark contrast between their appearances serving as a reminder of their shared bloodline.

Queen Selene turned her gaze towards her youngest daughter, her expression softened by maternal affection. "And what do you have planned for today, my dear?" she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Carmilla's eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke, her words tumbling forth in a rush of enthusiasm. "I thought I might spend the day with Lilith, Dalhia, Eamonn, and Fenrir," she replied, each name punctuated with a burst of energy.

Y/N's lips curled into a disdainful sneer at the mention of Carmilla's friends, her distaste for their company evident in the curl of her lip. "Those brainless morons?" she muttered under her breath, unable to contain her contempt.

Carmilla's smile faltered, her brow furrowing in offense at her sister's remark. "They're not brainless, Y/N," she retorted, her voice tinged with defensiveness. "They're just... different."

Y/N rolled her eyes, flicking her sister's forehead with a playful gesture. "Different in the same way that you're brainless, perhaps?" she teased, her tone laced with mockery.

Carmilla's expression darkened, her features contorted into a snarl as she bared her fangs in a display of aggression. "Watch your tongue, sister," she growled, her voice a low rumble that reverberated through the room.

Undeterred by her sister's threat, Y/N leaned forward, her own fangs glinting in the dim light of the dining room. "Or what?" she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "You'll bite me?"

Before the situation could escalate further, King Thibor intervened, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Enough," he commanded, his tone firm and authoritative. "Both of you, cease this bickering at once."

Y/N and Carmilla fell silent at their father's words, their eyes flickering with defiance even as they obeyed his command. It was a familiar pattern—a cycle of conflict and resolution that had played out countless times before. Yet, beneath the surface, a fissure had begun to form—a fracture in the facade of familial unity that threatened to tear them apart.

As the breakfast table fell into a heavy silence, the shadows of discontent lingered in the air, casting a pall over the once jovial atmosphere.

King Thibor's gaze shifted from his daughters to settle on Y/N with an air of solemnity. "Y/N, you will be in charge of the military meeting with the Royals of Ethora," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

Y/N's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected announcement, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before she schooled her expression into one of composed determination. Though she was accustomed to her duties as the future queen of Rodion, she had not anticipated being entrusted with such a significant responsibility at this particular juncture.

As the realization of her task sunk in, Y/N couldn't help but feel a twinge of anticipation mingled with apprehension. Military meetings and diplomatic rendezvous were typically tedious affairs, filled with dry discussions and endless protocol. But this meeting, she knew, would be different.

For among the Royals of Ethora awaited Princess Lindsay—the future angel queen whose name echoed through the corridors of both kingdoms. Lindsay was renowned not only for her beauty and grace but also for her prowess in battle—a formidable opponent whose reputation preceded her.

Carmilla, ever the instigator, couldn't resist adding her own commentary to the situation. "Princess Lindsay will be leading for the angels," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Y/N scoffed at her sister's remark, though inwardly she couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that danced in her chest at the thought of meeting the renowned princess. "And?" she replied, feigning disinterest. "What of it?"

Carmilla grinned, her golden eyes alight with amusement. "I've heard that the princess is one of true beauty," she remarked, her tone laden with implication.

Y/N rolled her eyes, dismissing her sister's words with a wave of her hand. "Beauty is subjective," she countered, though a part of her couldn't help but wonder what Lindsay would be like in person.

Though she had never met the princess, Y/N had heard tales of Lindsay's exploits on the battlefield—of her courage in the face of danger, and her unwavering dedication to her people. It was a reputation that commanded respect, even from those who stood on the opposite side of the conflict.

As the conversation at the breakfast table turned to other matters, Y/N's thoughts remained fixed on the impending meeting with the Royals of Ethora. Though she knew the encounter would be fraught with tension and uncertainty, she couldn't shake the feeling that it would also be a turning point—a moment that would set the course for the future of both kingdoms.

The realization struck Y/N like a bolt of lightning, casting a shadow of confusion across her features. "Wait a minute," she interjected, her voice tinged with disbelief. "We've never had a meeting with the Royals of Ethora. Why are they coming now?"

King Thibor regarded his daughter with a solemn expression, his features etched with a weariness that belied his regal demeanor. "King Nevinn and Queen Elenora have requested a ceasefire," he explained, his voice grave with import. "They wish to pause the war between our kingdoms in light of recent events."

Y/N's brow furrowed in confusion at her father's words. "Recent events?" she echoed, her mind racing to comprehend the implications of such a sudden change in diplomatic strategy.

King Thibor sighed heavily, his gaze drifting towards the window where the first hints of dawn painted the sky with streaks of crimson and gold. "The Wolf Kingdom of Atarah has launched a series of attacks on our borders," he revealed, his voice heavy with grim resolve.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock at the revelation, her mind struggling to process the gravity of the situation. "Since when have the wolves of Atarah been attacking Rodion?" she demanded, her voice tinged with incredulity.

King Thibor's expression darkened as he spoke, his words laced with bitterness and regret. "The attacks began several moons ago," he admitted, his tone tinged with sorrow. "But they are not only targeting Rodion—they have also launched assaults on other realms, such as the Elf Kingdom of Eostredolon and the White Isles where the Earth People reside."

A sense of unease settled over Y/N as she absorbed her father's words, the weight of the revelation pressing down upon her like a leaden cloak. The wolves of Atarah were known for their ferocity and cunning, their loyalty to their king unwavering in the face of adversity. If they had set their sights on Rodion and Ethora, it could only mean one thing—war was imminent, and the consequences would be dire.

As she pondered the implications of the ceasefire negotiations with Ethora, Y/N couldn't help but wonder what role she would play in the unfolding conflict. As the future queen of Rodion, her duty was clear—to protect her kingdom at all costs, even if it meant forging uneasy alliances with those she had once considered enemies.

Queen Selene observed her daughter's troubled expression with a mixture of sympathy and concern. She reached out a hand, gently placing it on Y/N's arm in a gesture of comfort. "You will make the right decisions, my dear," she said softly, her voice imbued with maternal warmth. "You always have, and you always will. You know what is best for Rodion."

Y/N glanced at her mother, gratitude flickering in her eyes at the reassurance. Despite the weight of responsibility that rested upon her shoulders, she found solace in her mother's unwavering support.

"But what am I supposed to do?" Y/N murmured, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I didn't even know the wolves were attacking Rodion, and a truce between vampires and angels is... well, it's not something the people of Rodion are likely to be excited about."

Carmilla, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist adding her own commentary to the conversation. "Maybe you can marry the angel princess," she quipped, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her sister's jest, though a part of her couldn't help but entertain the idea. "If she were pretty enough," she retorted with a smirk, her tone teasing.

King Thibor, however, was less amused by his daughters' banter. He sneered in disapproval, his features twisted with disdain. "You need a prince, not a princess," he declared firmly, his voice brooking no argument.

Y/N's lip curled in defiance at her father's words, her gaze flashing with defiance. "You know how I feel about arranged marriages, Father," she countered, her voice tinged with bitterness. "And especially with a prince."

Queen Selene intervened before the tension could escalate further, casting a reproachful glance at her husband. "You know as well as I do, Thibor, that if Y/N were to marry anyone, it would likely be a princess," she remarked pointedly, her voice carrying the weight of authority.

Thibor's expression softened slightly at his wife's words, though the disapproval remained etched upon his features. "Perhaps," he conceded grudgingly, though it was clear that he was not entirely convinced.

As the breakfast table fell into a heavy silence, the echoes of their conversation lingered in the air like the lingering scent of smoke after a fire. And in the midst of their familial discord, Y/N couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store for her—whether she would be able to navigate the treacherous waters of diplomacy and war with the grace and strength befitting a queen.

But for now, as the first light of dawn cast its golden rays across the horizon, she knew that she would face whatever challenges lay ahead with unwavering determination and the unwavering support of those she held dear.

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wandawiccan60 · 11 months

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The Lycan & The Princess: A Forbidden Love Story

A/N: Hello everyone and I know what you’re thinking you have been away fro so long what happened?? I am sorry for not being active here guys I know it’s crazy how long I haven’t been in here. I have been away because of school, life, and also just having time for myself. And I am back and I will try to upload more here and there. I wanted to give you all a preview of what I wrote about a Lycan and a vampire princess. I recently started watching The Originals(thanks to my bf for recommending me it 🥰). And I thought why not make a story about a world where Lycans and vampires are forbidden to be friends and also lovers with each other but two. However there is two that break that number one rule. Ons is a Lycan called Matthias, and the other or royal blood named Otsana. Here is a small preview that I just wrote out of nowhere and I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know if you want more and see how this story goes. See you all later.

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~~~Preview~~~

“I don’t need you help you, you Lycan,” said Otsana huffing in and out of breath uncontrollably.

“Don’t be foolish princess, if you want to live come with me now,” said the male Lycan extending his hand towards her way.

Otsana refused his hand, knowing she was standing in front of her enemy that her father found disgusting. It has been written in the vampire rules that it was forbbiden that both Lycans and Vampires are not to be friends and moreover, and most importantly. Both breeds are banned to fall in love with each other, if found guilty both wound be sentenced to death. This was taught by her father, Marcus, ever since she turned 18 years old. He felt that her daughter was ready to teach her the ways of their people and preparing her to be queen one day and will be next in line to the throne. It was her purpose and destiny to lead her people and continuing the family legacy. Which Otsana gave her word, though she hated that her mother and father have already found a suitor for her.

Henry Dunkan was his name, handsome, hazel eyes, curly brown hair, and overall a boy that Otsana saw him as just a friend and nothing more. He didn’t seem to be the type of person that Otsana will feel unhappy since Henry, is the type of person to flirt with other She-Vampires. She despised it very much, seeing how many girls he has been with before they were told they were to be married. Though it is after all her duty to marry him, even if they both didn’t know each other much and they seem to not have a single spark between them. And so Otsana decided to do what ever arranged marriage girl would do. Run away from home.

“Come on Matthias. Leave the She-Vampire go,” said another human Lycan from behind him, suddenly transforming into his wolf form.

Matthias ignored his friend, still having his hand out towards the princess.

There were sudden growls and evil laughs heard in the distance. Otsana without saying another word, ran the other way towards her home.

“Wait no,” Matthias called out to her, but she was already gone in a speed of light.

Between her breaths and hearing the sound of her heartbeat, she ran as fast as she could through the Dark Woods. Hoping to make it out of alive and go straight back home. Until she heard the sound of growls and snarls once again. She picked up the pace, giving in everything she had in her. Suddenly without her noticing, A swift figure aggressively pushed her from her left side. Making her land hard in the dirt floor, hitting the side of her head on a hard stone. Groaning in pain, her vision became foggy feeling a stream of her crimson blood running down from her forehead. She tried to get up, but her body felt heavy and weak.

“What is a little vampire princess like you doing in these parts of the woods?” croaked one of the male incubus creatures.

Their faces appeared white like the dead, with hollow and sunken eyes that only you could see is blackness like the night. Their skin white as ash and wrinkled and dry.

Otsana tried to stay awake, but every time she wanted to get up on her feet, both her body and eyes would droop and fall back top the ground.

“Let’s finish her off quickly, before she becomes bitter and spoiled,” croaked another one, this time it was a woman’s voice.

The group of incubus started to circle around Otsana, aggressively smelling and craving for the princess’s blood.

“Don’t worry my child,” said the male incubus, grabbing a fist of her black hair with its hand making Otsana cry out in pain, “this will only be painful for a quick second.”

Bending her head back, exposing her fair neck, the incubus creature suddenly was swift away from Otsana’s grasp. The other incubus’s looked on with shock and fear. Seeing their leader being bitten on the side of his neck, screaming out in pain. Once he fell silent, the Lycan creature slowly turned around, with dry dark blood stained from mouth to chin. There was sudden howls that came from every direction, circling around them. The howls became in unison, ready to attack their preys in front of them.

“Lycans, attack them!!!,” commanded out a female incubus but it was too late.

Coming in fast from left to right, each Lycan caught one incubus after another. It was a bloodbath, every dead incubus creature fell to its doom. Otsana was going in and out of conscious. Her vision started to become more blurry by the second. Hearing screams from every direction, while the sound of bones being crushed together. Smelling the foul blood of the demon creatures gushing out from their bodies. In the corner of her right eye, she saw two Lycans decapitating a male incubus’s neck in one go. While the other, ripped off the side of its neck, leaving a high hole.

One by one fell, until there was nothing but body parts and pools of black blood. The Lycans then went back to their human forms, Matthias then ran towards Otsana. Which she didn’t notice his presence, until she caught the scent of incubus blood under his chin.

“Hey, you ok?” He asked her, but her hearing was muffled and became more exhausted.

Otsana suddenly saw blackness, feeling herself fall in slow motion. Matthias grabbed her gently in mid-air, while his right hand was resting against the back of her head, feeling her soft, black hair. Her presence caught Matthias attention for a second, not realizing he was memorizing every feature on Otsana’s beauty.

She is… like a…like a goddess…

“Matthias leave her, we have to get back to the our pack. Before more those fucking things come,” said his friend, Darko, while the other Lycans piled up the lifeless bodies of the incubus creatures in a pile.

Matthias only ignored his friend, as he gently hoisted Otsana in his arms. Feeling her head resting against his chest, which this made him feel warm inside.

“No. I’m not leaving her out here, she is still bleeding, we’re taking her back home with us.”

“Are you crazy, how will the chief think about us bring in a blood sucking creature into our home? I’m sure by the time we get there, her people will come looking for her,” said Darko, knowing that it was risky to bring in a vampire into their pack, especially if its a female.

“I don’t care right now, we have to take her in before she starts losing more blood.”

“Ugh! You’re unbelievable Matthias. Do you even worry or even care if our people gets attacked by this woman’s breed? Imagine if something happens to us, all of our fingers will be pointing to you, and mark my words Matthias. You will be the only one here to feel guilty and should have listen to me.”

“Darko. This is not the time that I don't want to talk about this. I know what will happen if her people will find out we have her with us.”

“Oh sure it looks like you do. So fucking pathetic and weak.”

Matthias gave Darko a wolf like growl sound, which his friend did the same in return.

“Enough! The both of you!,” said a female Lycan named Miriam, steeping in between the two men, “we have to keep going before more incubus’s come. Darko, yes your right about the royal Lucinda family. They will come looking for their princess but Matthias,” Miriam looked at his direction as she spoke on, “Once she is fully recovered from her wounds, she has to go without any excuse. Do you understand?”

Matthias only responded with a simple nod of his head, keeping his word. His friend Darko, wasn’t pleased with this but he just said nothing else.

The Lycan then carried Otsana with care, while the other Lycans then set the pile of the dead incubus creatures on fire. Only for a big campfire-life flame burst to life. Some of them turned back into their wolf forms making their way back to their home. While Matthias picked up the pace, holding onto Otsana in his large arms. Knowing the consequences that was waiting ahead of him, will be in his hands.

I hope the chief welcomes her, and see she’s not a threat… but a hope of a new future for both Lycans and Vampires…

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