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The Ring's Dream

by @depravedsinner
1 chapters
~3 min read

Anna’s billionaire husband gifts her a ring that grants lucid dreams of vampire trysts—a perfect escape from her lonely marriage. But when the dreams begin to bleed into her waking life, she must discover if the ring is a fantasy or a feeding ground.

MEET THE CHARACTERS

AS

Anna Sterling

A 28-year-old woman with long, dark hair that spills across silk pillows and a quiet, searching look in her hazel eyes. She moves through her penthouse with a grace that feels unmoored, her husband's latest diamond ring a cold, heavy weight on her finger—the key to a world far more vivid than her own.

A'

Alexander 'Xander' Sterling

Anna's 38-year-old husband, a billionaire with a jawline like cut marble and eyes the cool grey of a winter sky. His tailored suits are armor, his schedule a fortress, and his gifts—like the ornate ring—are transactions meant to fill a silence he's too preoccupied to notice.

L

Lysander

The first and eldest of the dream vampires, appearing to Anna as a man in his prime with silver-streaked black hair and ancient, knowing eyes that hold centuries of dark pleasure. He moves with a predator's silent grace, his presence in the dreamscape both a command and a promise.

C

Caius

A vampire of fierce, burning intensity, with fiery auburn hair and a lean, muscular build marked with old battle scars. His mouth is often curved in a wicked smirk, his canines prominently displayed, and his touch is all heat and desperate claiming.

V

Vesper

The most ethereal of the three, with pale blonde hair that seems to glow in the dream-light and eyes the color of twilight. His beauty is almost cruel in its perfection, and his touch is cool and exploratory, a contrast to Caius's fire.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

1

The Ring's First Dream

The ring was cold, a heavy, alien weight on her finger as she lay alone in the vast bed. She fell into the dark, and then she wasn't alone. Three figures materialized from the shadows of a moonlit chamber that smelled of old stone and night-blooming jasmine. Lysander's ancient eyes held hers, and her body arched off the dream-bed, not in fear, but in a shock of pure, liquid want. This was the gift the cold diamond had truly bought.