They say women can't help adoring the dark, tormented antihero.
And it's true.
Until they meet me.
One look into my blood-red eyes, and they run screaming.
I have darkness and torment aplenty. More than enough to dig my claws into the chest of a woman I'm in love with, and rip out her heart with my bare hands.
You see, I'm a different breed of antihero than you've likely ever come across...
My name is Kiev Novalic. I am a vampire, and a murderer.
Having betrayed the trust of my own kind and that of the enemies I sold myself to, I have three days left to live.
I stare at the girl in the cell opposite mine.
Mona, she calls herself. A witch born without magic.
She might be my key to freedom, but I should know to stay away.
I should know: some scars are etched too deep to heal.
And it's true.
Until they meet me.
One look into my blood-red eyes, and they run screaming.
I have darkness and torment aplenty. More than enough to dig my claws into the chest of a woman I'm in love with, and rip out her heart with my bare hands.
You see, I'm a different breed of antihero than you've likely ever come across...
My name is Kiev Novalic. I am a vampire, and a murderer.
Having betrayed the trust of my own kind and that of the enemies I sold myself to, I have three days left to live.
I stare at the girl in the cell opposite mine.
Mona, she calls herself. A witch born without magic.
She might be my key to freedom, but I should know to stay away.
I should know: some scars are etched too deep to heal.