Whispers of Frost (Threads of Fate #2)

Prologue

When the Goddess of dreams and death, Ernesia, created vampires, Evika felt it necessary to add her own flare to the mix.

As the Goddess of life and fertility, she found she couldn’t help herself.

Evika loved life and the magic of two people coming together to create it with tiny pieces of themselves as one.

So Eirdis and Ernesia stood aside while Evika added in a bit of her own magic to the mix. With it, she created something new—something different.

The three Fates found that when vampires and humans came together, they were able to create life. But it was something the likes of which the Fates hadn’t yet witnessed. The children were something new. Something powerful.

While two vampires would create what later became known as ‘born vampires’—a powerful immortal creature known to be more deadly than a turned vampire—there was someone known to be even more deadly as time progressed.

King Cyprian found that when he, as a vampire, impregnated a human female, their offspring would still be born human.

The children were born with the ability to walk in the sun, grow and change, but they also had increased senses in various ways.

Some possessed the ability to know when things were coming, both positive and negative events.

Others were able to imbue small amounts of magic into everyday life, creating tonics and potions that could help aid life or destroy it.

King Cyprian began to experiment, finding that he could turn these children when they came of age, and when he did? They possessed magic like he’d never seen before.

Visionaries, mind melders, dream walkers, ice wielders, fire starters, shifters who could take various forms of animals from their kingdom, shadow magic he’d never seen before—the list continued to grow the more of his children and his soldiers’ children he was able to change.

However, the increase in vampire population and power wasn’t something that went unnoticed among those in Cyprian’s court.

Cyprian wanted an army. He wanted to travel to far-off continents and kingdoms, and as time passed he’d come to hear of many stories and legends of others inhabiting their many lands.

He’d heard of the powerful Fae, immortal beings with almost invincible abilities.

Death walkers who held the ability to commune and bring back the dead.

Beautiful females that lived beneath The Black Sea, who’d sink ships to the bottom of the ocean floors, and eat males’ hearts for enjoyment.

And even flying beasts who’d been seen breathing fire into the darkened skies above castles thrice the size of his own—Cyprian wanted it all for himself.

Blinded by the power at his disposal, he never noticed that it was his own children, his top generals, that turned to the Fates for answers. His own children that wanted to put an end to his reign.

When Finnian, Ellis, Drustan, and Elric were successful, and Cyprian met his final end, the Fates wanted those in Kostbare to learn and grow from the experience that was Cyprian’s rule.

They punished the vampires, taking away their ability to procreate with anyone they wished and ensuring that only those worthy of a soul bonded mate could have children together.

Over time, stories of how things used to be were lost, forgotten, and turned to legend, just like the beasts across the ocean and the women at the bottom of the sea.

However, some things weren’t lost.

The hybrids who hadn’t been turned continued on living normal lives—many unaware of the power in their veins after so many generations of neglect, until by chance some of them were turned, and later, by an even slimmer chance, some of them had born children of their own.