The Relic (Cradle of Darkness #2) Read Online Addison Cain

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Cradle of Darkness Series by Addison Cain
Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
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The Relic (Cradle of Darkness #2)

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Addison Cain Books

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English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B08129KJZZ
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“A luscious romance of intense, obsessive passion sprinkled with hilarity and wicked wit.” – Zoe Blake, USA TODAY bestselling author
Eternal, immortal love.
She died in his arms, but not before Vladislov exacted a vow that his soulmate must return to him. Reincarnate. Be reborn, so he might treasure his love throughout the everlasting eons of endless life. She gave her word. Swore it with her last breath.
The oldest living vampire in existence has been patient, for what else is an immortal to do but wait? And wait. Growing less human and more monster as the centuries pass. Distracted by maintaining order amidst the failings of his ostentatious race, when he should have been vigilant.
For his beloved was reborn, left vulnerable. Snatched up by another. Hidden from him. Weakened, frightened, damaged. She who he loves above all things cannot recognize the one who holds her in his arms. Cowers as if he’d bring her harm. But fortitude he has in spades, and though Vlad had forgotten the sensation of love, his black heart beats again. For her. Forever.
His Pearl.
Publisher’s Note: The Relic is a standalone novel in the Cradle of Darkness series featuring in an HEA.
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Chapter One

Vladislov

All thrones, all palaces, all places in this world where creatures of the night lingered—every corner of every continent where hunting grounds might exist—all of it bored me. I couldn’t even recall what state the world had been in, the borders of countries, the wars fought, when I last sat as king. Others were placed to carry out that work in my stead. To lord over the night’s denizens and keep our kind in line.

Keep my children thriving, learning, adapting, bringing pride to our race.

Darius had been my favorite son, hand-plucked from the Persian court. So much potential… and the ultimate disappointment. Thousands of years were no excuse to forget one’s duty and where one came from. Namely from me, who’d chosen him, raised him, taught him, granted him power far beyond what others of our kind possessed.

Power that was abused.

How soon they forget.

So there I sat, on my dismembered son’s throne, aghast to be reorganizing a disrupted hive full of Darius’ more evil creations. Their minds were… fascinating. Their inability to answer my questions, clever. My son truly believed his gifts set him on equal footing with his creator. Yet all he did was make a mess. What I was seeing was little more than extreme selfishness, even for our kind.

There were secrets buried here, in tunnels that spanned the entirety of this city. Thousands of humans trafficked and kenneled, disposed of with none the wiser.

That, I would give my boy, was clever.

Vampires weren’t even a myth in the new world. They were fodder for television shows and movies. Yet thousands lived in this city, hunting, breeding, bickering, and surviving right under the noses of millions of humans.

The evolution of my kind had been curious to observe. From vicious predators who’d ransack entire towns in one moonlit night, to subtle and stealthy, wiser, monsters.

Yet, still a bother. Even with all their new rules and new technology and endless opportunities, some just didn’t deserve the gifts they were given. And some were not given enough.

Such as my descendent, Jade. Daughter of my dismembered son Darius with so many remarkable talents for our kind, all stripped from her by dear old dad until she was weaker than the lowliest servant. Until her mind was broken, scarred, and required more blood from my veins than—in my long, long history—I had ever given another.

A soft spot I had for my grandchild, though I imagined in ten thousand years, I’d be dismembering her too.

The beautiful imp looked every bit her father’s daughter, no denying the resemblance. But only the fates could say what time and power would make of her. Darius was not the first of my creations I’d been forced to handle.

He would not be the last.

A flutter. A single unusual heartbeat at that thought.

I’d rather not see Jade fragmented physically. Not after she’d already been so fragmented mentally. I’d see her rise.

Yet now she played house with her strict lover. Now she recovered, her people recovered, the throne recovered, because I sat the throne for the first time since humans traveled over oceans.

Listening to petty squabbles, culling an overripe herd. Being gracious to my grandchild while simultaneously contemplating war—a mass extinction across all vampire civilizations. The rapture.

Kings and queens all over the world were failing in their rule, chasing pleasure and forgetting to parent. Tithes became poorer, greed on the rise.

Which could be partially blamed on modern times and the infection of selfishness that reigned in all society, human and vampire.

Perhaps a World War was just the thing? Set back this mania, remind all life that death hovered and whispered in their ear.

Without great loss and suffering, what was there to remember to treasure?

Shiny objects? Bitcoin? Art?

The only art I admired these days was the portrait of my granddaughter. Painted myself, and perfect. Life-size, dominating the throne room. A testament of millennia of practice with a brush and the old style of mixing oil paints.

A reminder to the few I had let live of just where their allegiance best rest. The first who had scoffed at it, I ripped in half. Careful that none of their blood might mark the canvas. Purposefully drenching all in the room with bits of dead vampire juice.

Baptized in the blood of a fool. Their one and only warning that she was held in my esteem.

I would have preferred to start fresh with this entire court. Donate some of my own dear flock, augment it with new blood. Find young prodigies with modern tendencies and acumen. But darling Jade had been given the option to choose the fate of this collection of errant idiots. So, I left her a few hundred. Though, to be true, in a year or two, I might return and kill them all if I found myself displeased with how things progressed. Once I deemed her recovery sufficient and forced her to take the throne, that is.

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