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[medeaes]

THE BLOODLANDS: THE BEASTS OF THE WOODS HOWL

[ character prequel short story ] [ aleksander kronova ] 

A Three Part Prequel Installment to The Bloodlands

Alekander Kronova is 16-years-old and the first and only heir to Balveria. He is the vampire prince. In the Blooding, he trudges the winter woods to prove he is worth to rule. Among the trees he must trust his instincts to save himself and pay a high price to do it. 

A coming of age, Alek learns the beasts in the woods are closer to home than he thought.

read ( part i ) here on wattpad. 

[medeaes]

Bloodlands Character Moodboard: Aleksandr Moldovan

Honest / Trusting / Impulsive / Cunning

“Do you need a coffin or something? Some velvet pillows or a dungeon to help you sleep?”

“You know, it was stereotypes like that which started this whole mess in the first place,’ Alek said, turning on his heel. ‘Although a warm glass of blood might do the trick.”

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Bloodlands: Fantasy Love Realm

Back when Anya was in school, books like Dracula were strictly banned. Government policy forbid any discussion surrounding false vampire mythology, let alone the romanticization them. Humans were to know the facts about what vampires are and, in extreme cases, how to kill them. It made sense. You couldn’t have kids mixing up coffin-sleeping aristocratic bloodsuckers from reality: vampires are dangerous and crude. 

If anyone got the false impression that vampires were just pretty faces desperate for love, Balveria would seem less like a cage to keep vampires away from humans and more like some fantasy love realm. God forbid some ditsy school girl gets into a fight with her parents and goes running across the border with high hopes for adventure only to find death instead.

Yet, Alek helped her again and again; It became impossible to doubt him. He seemed so unlike the horror stories Anya heard about vampires, and she was desperately trying to keep him at arm’s length. She had to remember his nature. He was a vampire. A violent monster. An inherent killer...

Anya glanced at Alek sitting next to her, with his long eyelashes and bashful posture, suddenly grateful she never picked up Bram Stoker. She could barely imagine falling any deeper into this ‘fantasy love realm’ than she already was. Anya noted how his blonde hair was a little too long on his forehead, and how it started to curl at the ends. Quickly, she looked away and decided she was thoroughly fucked.

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wip

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The fireplace illuminated the room in light and heat, yet goosebumps crept up Anya’s arms as she thought about how far the Queen was willing to go to continue a long dead war. Irma collected their mugs, and a shadow crossed her pale face. How would Balveria react to the kidnappings? To another war on the horizon? The older woman walked to the sink and brushed her hands over Alek’s shoulder as she did so. He closed his eyes as if to take it in. 

Anya wondered what it was like to have the Queen as a mother, a woman who cares more about taking over the world than taking care of her own son. Anya moved from her rocking chair next to Alek on the sofa. She looped her arm through his and curled up against him as if in need of warmth, when she knew it was him who really needed it.