The Stolen Hybrid Princess

Dark, cold and damp is all I have known for the past 12 years. With not a soul to talk to or a shred of day or night I’m left wondering what has happened outside of this cell. Surviving in the stone cell with little but a thin mattress and the clothes I wear. The walls covered in tallies and drawings I’ve done over the years.  Stolen from my family home whilst it burned down with my family inside. Held captive as a prisoner not knowing where I am or who has taken me prisoner. I remember little of my childhood before this lifeless cell.  The warmth and bright sun that i used to play in, the sweet smell of grass and fresh rain and the vibrant colours of the rainbow that mother kept in her garden. Then there was mother and father. Always smiling and caring to others, their ruling fair and equal to all even humans. My parents, my father King Michael Lupblood a last lycan and Alpha to all werewolves and my mother Queen Lilith Lupblood Luna to my father and a royal pureblood vampire but most importantly she was The pureblood royal, Queen Lilith.  They brought peace to the vampire clans and werewolf packs, allowing humans to be protected under their rule. My name is Ebony-Grace Lupblood, first and only pure blood Hybrid part vampire and lycan and the last heir to the royal throne. And on my 18th birthday my wolf inside will wake and will want to seek its mate.  Whispers and footsteps snap me out of my light sleep, sitting up for the mattress I stare at the door. The soft glow of candle light invade the crack under the cell door, keys chime as to give me warning about what’s behind the door.  And slowly the door opens, a dark figure stands at the door hidden by the light behind him. “Hello my darling princess” the figure speaks, his voice deep and soothing. The only thing I can see on the figure is his vibrant violet eyes gleaning down at me. “Well would you like to leave?”