"Would you really kill me, my love?" King Caspian asked, his dagger still drawn in his hand. " For our people... For our home...Without question!" Esme said, holding her sword tighter. King Caspian looked at the love of his life and to the people fighting on the field. He tossed his weapon to the side and fell to his knees in front of her. With his head bowed he lightly placed his forehead on her legs in surrender. "I surrender." He said quietly. As if giving a silent command, every Lychan had stopped fighting. Everyone had dropped their weapons. The war is over... The Vampires and Werewolves have been at war for centuries before I was born. Families slain, Kingdoms burned and all of this to be hidden from the human world. There is a tale of the lost hybrid king Caspian. A king who came from ashes and brought a new order to the world. A world where his kind can be free and at the top of the food chain. For centuries he had his rule and everything seemed to be going great. That was until he was ambushed in the middle of the night and killed by humans from surrounding villages. Everything was burned and only a few survived. The king was taken to a secret location and binded by silver. His tomb is locked by magic and is to never be opened. Until now... WARNING: this story contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes. Read at your own risk.