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Vampire Legacy (Book 4 of the Dragon Heat series)
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Title – Vampire Legacy (Book 4 of the Dragon Heat series)
Author – Ella J Phoenix
Publication date – May 1, 2015
Publisher – Self Publishing
Word count - 115,000
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When Tardieh discovers a letter from his late father, he opens a door to old memories.
The letter from Petran is a tale of intrigue, attempted murder, and betrayal, but leaves more
Upon discovering his draconian neighbor has fallen ill with a strange Curse, Petran is
All Lady Natalia, the Duchess of Moldavia, wants is to save her people from a Dragon
Lord’s tyranny but she’s only a woman, who has no place meddling in politics.
With his health failing, her father has big plans for her, so when the King of Vampires agrees
***Warning: this novel contains hot, steamy, descriptive sexual scenes. Enjoy. ***
Vampire Legacy
Book Four of The Dragon Heat Series
By Ella J Phoenix
Copyright © 2015 by Ella J Phoenix
Amazon.com Edition
All rights reserved
Glossary
Draco or Draconian – a dragon in human form
Inmã – the soul
Chapter Two
Wallachia, Romania, 1799
The Border between Vampire and Draconian territories
“Halt,” the driver shouted as the carriage jolted in place.
“For Hiad’s sake, what is it now?” Petran heard Arthur, his chamberlain, yell from a few
“The wheel got stuck again,” the driver answered.
“We must move before any outlaw dracos sniff us out here,” Arthur added from outside the
“Nah , dracos ain’t allowed to shift no more in these parts, only with the permission of their lord,” one of his personal guards replied in a nonchalant manner.
“The very definition of outlaw, you door-knob , is one who doesn’t follow the law,” Arthur grunted in reply.
Great, now they were discussing grammar. “I do not care what it means or what is stalling us,”
“Just get on with it before we all turn into ashes with the coming sun.”
His men were all vampires and could hear a pin dropping, so there was no need for
It worked. Arthur and his guards stopped the blabbering at once and got on with getting the
When the carriage finally resumed the drive, Petran shifted uncomfortably on the hard
After a couple of excruciatingly painful hours of uncomfortable jostling, they crossed a
At last. Three quarters of an hour later, the carriage came to a halt—a planned one this time around.
“We have arrived, your majesty.”
“I can see that, Arthur,” Petran replied trying to remind himself that butchering his own
The Dragon’s castle had been literally carved into the mountain. The only entrance was
The symbols depicted an ancient story of war and victory, of the Golden Age of the Dragons.
A colossal door greeted visitors at the other end and a few feet above it two towers
“Who comes there?” the tower guard above them yelled down.
“It is I, Petran, King of Vampires, from the House of Basarab. I come to pay my respects to
“I was not informed my lord expected visitors,” the impertinent sod replied.
“I must consult first with— ”
Suddenly, the stone door creaked alive and an entourage of dracos emerged.
“Let him through,” a feminine voice uttered. It was soft yet full of confidence.
He waited in the drizzle as the tower guard nodded once and disappeared into his cubicle.
After a short moment, the heavy door creaked alive again and slowly opened up to its full
And his gut clenched.
He had no idea who she was, but this lady was by far the most striking woman he had ever
“Welcome to the house of Somenski the Truthful, Draconian Lord of Moldavia, your majesty,”
I trust you received my missive.”
“Yes, your majesty, we did,” she replied. “Unfortunately, we misread your message for
No, she hadn’t misread his missive for that was exactly what he had sent.
He knew it, she knew it. But she had clearly decided to avoid embarrassing a royal visitor
“Please, let me provide you shelter from this drizzle,” she said flicking her hand in the air.
At once, her entourage rushed to Petran’s side and lifted the small tent up, successfully
“Please follow me,” she requested with a short bow, then without waiting for any response,
Despite her obviously well trained manners, she hadn’t properly informed him of her
Arthur, his trusted Chamberlain, had subtly highlighted more than once. It was best not to
With that in mind, Petran accelerated his pace until he was side by side with the young woman.
They had now entered a tall chamber which seemed to have been carved straight
“Oh, please your majesty, there’s no need for apologies. We are your servants,” she
She had simply ignored decorum all together.
Damn her. Was she Somenski’s new wife? No, occurrence of such magnitude would have
With marble skin, flaming red hair, and delicate features, her beauty was a marvel.
Their society widely accepted royal mistresses—some of them were even better treated then the official wives, living a life of glamour and luxury,
A small smile lifted the corner of his lips as a tinge of jealousy enveloped his groin. If only he had found this red-haired gem before his draconian neighbor, he would have shown her what it was like to bed a
The object of his lustful thoughts paused, then turned to face him, meeting him eye-to-eye. An obvious question was stamped on her face, as if asking for justification for such
Well, he too could ignore decorum. “My mind must be playing tricks on me for I could swear
I have seen you before, milady. Did Somenski officially introduce you as his royal mistress
Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped. “Your majesty!”
At once, Petran realized that maybe he’d been too blunt, but tiredness from the long trip
“Well, don’t look at me so bewildered, milady. I too find myself confused.”
She opened her mouth again, then turned on her heels, took a couple of steps and stopped
It was quite entertaining actually.
After a few heartbeats, she turned around again.
“Apologies, your majesty, for my lack of manners,” she said in controlled somber tones.
“I should have introduced myself.”
“Yes, you should have,” Petran replied curtly, not giving her space to evade him any longer.
A hot blush colored her cheeks but she took his reprimand in silence.
Bowing low, she said, “I am Lady Natalia Somenski, Duchess of Moldavia.”
Now it was Petran’s turn to look astounded. Lady Natalia? As in Little Natalia,
“It’s been three decades, your majesty,” she replied politely, and Petran realized he
Bloody Hiad .
“I hadn’t been informed of your return, milady, nor had I realized time had elapsed so fast,”
“Yes, time does tend to creep up on all sons of Apa Sâmbetei, no matter who you are—a mere vassal, a king, or even a royal mistress,” she replied softly, but her subtle derision
Was she jesting with him? Petran stared at those grey eyes, his tired mind taking longer to
Before he managed to find his voice again, Lady Natalia resumed their walk.
“Please, let me take you to your chambers. You must be in need of a rest after your long journey.”
He was indeed but—“I’d rather see your father first, if possible.”
She nodded once, acknowledging his request and carried on.
Impossibly tall chambers led to other even taller hallways .
Maybe it was how enormous everything was, or maybe it was the earliness of the morn,
“Your entourage may follow my servants to the stables, where they may take care of your horses.”
Arthur stared back at him for a flicker of time, as if undecided whether to comply or to
rebel against his orders. That bloody chamberlain! Petran would have to teach him some manners.
He lifted an eyebrow at Arthur, leaving no doubts as to which the right decision was.
After a heartbeat, his servant got the gist of the message and moved along with the
But the main reason he denied the safety of his guard’s company was to ensure privacy.
There were disturbing rumors travelling around, too disturbing to ignore. That was why
Now, accompanied by just one servant who lit the way with a single candle torch, his lovely
“This is our water view façade,” Lady Natalia said, probably sensing his curiosity.
“Do you mean that these balconies are the entrance to the royal chambers?”
“The back entrance,” she explained then turned to the opposite direction. “The front is
After a few more minutes tailing Natalia along the labyrinth of soaring chambers, they
A faint come in reached Petran’s ears after Lady Natalia knocked. She opened the door and
A sudden putrid smell reached his nostrils.
The room was dimly lit by a single candle, but it was enough for him to distinguish his frail
Damn the Soartas, Petran cursed silently. The rumors were true. Somenski was dying.
“Petran ,” his neighbor murmured with a straining voice. “How glad am I to see you.”
“Hello, old chap,” Petran replied lightly, stepping inside the room.
Natalia pulled a chair close and motioned for him to take a seat by her father’s bedside.
“Apologies for not having met you at the gates,” the draco said. “But as you see, the Soartas
“If I didn’t know better,” Petran replied. “I would think you sent your daughter to greet me
It seemed as if Somenski had lost control over his mutation, as if his dragon was trapped
He was soon betrayed and assassinated, giving Petran’s great grandfather, Vlad Tepes the
Still troubled by the disturbing sight, Petran leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs.
“So the rumors are true. You have been afflicted by the strange Curse that is wiping out your serfs.”
“Good, because I, on the other hand, am in the investigative mood this eve,” Petran replied
His neighbor didn’t find it funny. A heavy aura had descended in the dark chamber.
“Somenski ,” Petran said, breaking the silence, “I don’t believe in divine curses. I believe in facts,
The draco opened his mouth to answer but another coughing fit made him change course.
Once again, his skin changed into thick scales and his eyes turned yellow, like a wave,
“We don’t know what’s causing this ailment,” she replied cleaning her father’s chin then
“How can that be?” Petran had never heard of such thing, and had he not seen it with his own eyes,
She exhaled and shrugged weakly. “We need to shift to gain our strength, since he cannot...”
“He cannot gain enough strength to fight the disease,” Petran added, finishing the sentence for her.
She nodded affirmatively.
“What happens if you don’t shift for a length of time?” Petran asked, but the answer didn’t come
“Then our bodies deteriorate in a matter of months,” a male voice replied from the back of the room. “Like many have in the last year.”
His imposing figure blocked the entire breadth of the frame.
Just like Somenski, the dragon lord owned a good chunk of East Europe, but unlike his old chap,
“Oh, my lord,” Natalia exclaimed holding her chest in her hands. “You startled us. I thought
Apparently Kalaur decided her remark was not worthy of his attention because he continued
I have my best physician developing an antidote as we speak.”
“Developing an antidote with what?” Petran asked. “I have never heard of anything like this
“No disrespect, your majesty,” Kalaur replied clearly not meaning his words. “But this is a draconian matter.”
“The House of Basarab has been my neighbor for longer than you have, Kalaur,” Somenski
“It’s alright, old friend,” Petran intervened quickly. He wanted to pin Kalaur’s tongue to the
“Soon,” Kalaur replied. “My physician is conducting the final tests.”
“On whom?” Somenski asked. A deep crease wrinkled his brow. “By Apa Dobrý, Kalaur ,
“How else would you like us to find a cure for your disease? Besides, they are just peasants,”
“They are still our people, my lord, our flesh and blood,” Natalia commented.
Apparently, she didn’t share Kalaur’s detachment. Despite her soft voice, her spine was as
“Nonsense,” the dragon lord barked interrupting her. “You are inexperienced and know nothing
However, he came here to find out what was happening to his neighbor, not to start a fight
“He is right, my dear,” Somenski said, agreeing with his despot visitor. “You have been gone
“And in London, the feeblest places of all! Once you are mine,” Kalaur added, “I will teach
“And do not you worry, my friend,” Kalaur turned his focus to Somenski. “I will ensure your
“I’m not dead yet,” his neighbor replied without a hint of his usual lightness.
“So, are congratulations in order then?” Petran asked, testing the waters.
“We haven’t announced it yet, but— ”
“Yes, Natalia will soon become the Duchess of Cossack, and my wife,” Kalaur said,
Damn the Soartas. “And when is the happy date?”
“Soon,” Kalaur replied taking a seat at the feet of the bed. “And Natalia should start preparing for it. Running my castle will be a strenuous task and I accept nothing but perfection and precision.
You shouldn’t have allowed her to live in London for so long, Somenski. She probably led a
“She was studying at the best boarding school for girls in our world, Kalaur,” Somenski replied.
“The Mother Superior ensured me she spent her days either studying or working as a volunteer.”
As the two dragons discussed Natalia’s life as if she wasn’t there, Petran couldn’t stop his mind
The problem was that Somenski’s lands were the only thing between Petran’s and Kalaur’s—a perfect barrier, which Petran was not ready to lose.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a slight change in Natalia’s posture. While the two dracos
Slowly, a plan formed in his head.
He had to protect his territory at all costs. If the marriage between the two draconian families
Deflowering such a beautiful rose was hardly a sacrifice in Petran’s mind. If any rumors
“So, I’ll see you at the Open Games, Petran.”
“How so?”
“My wife, Hillia, believes it is a fair reason to buy the entire dress collection from every
Then he turned his attention to his new target. “Are you planning on attending the games, milady?”
“I’d love to but I’m afraid my father won’t be fit enough to travel by then,” she replied softly.
“Nonsense,” her father grunted in disapproval. “I want you to go and enjoy your time there.
This may be your last Open Games as a Somenski.”
“So may the Gods in Apa Sâmbetei allow you to be fit enough to go as well, old friend,” Petran
“Of course, he is as good as I claim him to be,” Kalaur barked, but didn’t explore Petran’s bait
“I haven’t made up my mind yet,” Somenski replied. “I’m still considering your proposal, Kalaur.
Don’t push me.”
“Fine but for once, my neighbor, time is not our friend.” Kalaur stood up and started making his way back to the balcony. “I must go now. Those godforsaken outlaws are driving my militia mad.”
“Are you still having trouble with the rebels?” Petran asked in a nonchalant manner, but he
“Not for long,” the draco grunted in reply. “They’ll soon feel what it really means to
After a heartbeat, a large black dragon emerged from the shadows and disappeared into the waterfall.
“I thought dragons weren’t allowed to shift at whim anymore,” Petran stated with a blank face.
“Shouldn’t he have asked your permission first, Somenski, since he’s in your lands?”
“Kalaur’s laws apply to anyone but him,” Natalia muttered quietly.
So she does have a mind of her own. Interesting.
“Oh, my Talia, you won’t be doing me any favors by antagonizing Kalaur,” Somenski warned softly. “He may be my only chance for a cure.”
“I pray for Apa Dobrý every night, father,” Natalia replied. “They wouldn’t be so cruel to
strand you this way.”
For a moment, Petran let himself admire the good daughter Natalia had become, and a hint
of envy unsettled his heart. If only his own son was as compliant as she was. Tardieh refused
to learn, to abide by Petran’s instructions. He was as indifferent to the rules as the rebels
who ransacked the draconian states.
“Well, old sod, I too must be on my way,” Petran said standing up. “I don’t have rebels to
deal with but I must find shelter for myself and my kind before sunrise.”
“Nonsense,” Somenski bellowed, then coughed furiously. When it subsided, he carried on.
“You will spend the day here. I have enough dark rooms in this castle and Talia has
“You dare mock me in my own house, you blood sucking fool!”
“Of course, where else would I do it?” he replied with an impish shrug.
More laughter reverberated in the room and Petran’s was in the mix.
His gaze met Lady Natalia’s for a fleeting moment. A shy smile lifted the corner of her cheeks.
By Apa Dobrý, she was truly beautiful. He definitely understood why Kalaur was rushing
Welcome to my blog.
Here’s a little bit about me.
I was just nine years old when I discovered my passion for the paranormal world.
That passion led me to a number of amateur theatre productions in my home town, and
It wasn’t very cool to have spent five years working my ass off for no money.
But, I have to say, it was then that I made my first attempts into the literary world.
The first ones were writing children’s plays for my family’s language school.
After a couple of blunders, I decided to translate Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s
Dream into a dancing and kicking play . It was so much fun that after that,
But it was really my mother who brought me into writing. I call her “my catalyst” – she’s always been the one who I went to for advice on my acting career, my travel adventures,
So, I did. I travelled around the world, lived in several different continents, met several
And then my life really changed.
I’m not saying that my marriage is perfect, or that he is perfect. No, I wouldn’t lie to you
In the beginning it was fantastic. We were in love and living together after two weeks
Of course that I was fantasizing about the vampires and werewolf heroes I read in the books,
Well, actually it wasn’t that simple. Now, I have a clear conscience about it all –better erotica books than cheating, right? But in the beginning I tried to hide my “hobby”
One day I decided to try children’s psychology to solve my conundrum– if you don’t make a big deal out of it, the brat won’t realize you’ve just said the c-word out loud.
The strategy worked. I realized that my husband didn’t really care what I read – what he wanted was his passionate wife back. So, yeah, win-win.
A few months later, I started a project with my mom– did I mention she’s a fantastic writer? Yep, she is, but life wasn’t very kind to her,
But when I suggested it to my mother, she came back with – “Why don’t you write it?”
That made me stop and I asked myself, “Yeah, why don’t I write it?”
It wasn’t easy but after years travelling around the world, translating other people’s work
In less than two days I finished the full synopsis of Book One and the first thoughts for two and three.
Now, I am developing a new series, dedicated to one of my favorite characters I created in
Dragon Heat but unfortunately could not give him the attention he deserved.
My mom is now back writing and working on her new novel. And my marriage is still going
I hope you enjoy your read and that my book inspires you to get out there and dare, the same
By Apa Dobrý, go for it!
Ella
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