Novels by Mohannism

As the first rays of the morning sun cascaded upon my face, I experienced a newfound sense of tranquility. The serenity enveloping the room was a stark contrast to the terror that had plagued the nights prior.As I shifted my gaze towards the spot where my master had been seated the night before, I realized he was nowhere to be found. It was an unusual sensation, one that held a distinct difference from the fear-ridden nights I had endured.In some inexplicable way, the encounter with Lady Catherine had left an indelible mark upon me, nurturing a lasting resentment toward her. Yet, paradoxically, I found myself no longer invested in her actions, as if a shift had occurred within me.Upon waking that morning, both Atlas and Gerber attended to me, blissfully unaware of the perilous circumstances I had faced the day prior. E

The events of the previous night faded away, leaving behind no trace of the fear-inducing incident or the looming bounty that had haunted me. All my anxieties and worries dissipated into thin air, replaced entirely by an overwhelming sense of longing. This longing was solely directed towards one thing—his kiss. It consumed me, overpowering any remnants of apprehension or doubt, and all I desired was to experience the touch of his lips upon mine.He moved away, pulling himself from the kiss. I gasped for air as I stared deep into his soulful eyes. He smirked.In the dimly lit chamber, I found myself standing before Lord Minir, his piercing silver eyes capturing my every breath. The air crackled with an electrifying tension, his voice dripping with a potent blend of devotion and danger."Listen to me, bride," he began

"Tell me the truth, woman. What the hell happened here?" Lord Minir inquired, his voice laced with urgency, as we stood together, observing the soldiers carrying away the peculiar lifeless bodies.I met his gaze, my mind occupied solely by the fabrications I had hastily concocted. "I woke up to find them there. Honestly, master, I have no knowledge of what occurred," I responded, my words a facade masking the truth.One of the soldiers approached us, offering an explanation that occurrences of this nature were not uncommon within the palace. It was suggested that perhaps it was a mere prank orchestrated by the palace children or some trivial matter that had been overlooked. The incident held little significance in their eyes.And why would this incident had any importance for them? For these vampires, helsings are j

As I stood before them, an electrifying tension filled the air, for both the Queen and the King fixed their penetrating gazes upon me with an intensity that surpassed any mere curiosity. At that moment, their eyes conveyed a message, one that spoke of an overwhelming significance assigned to my presence.However, a subtle shift resided within their stares, an undercurrent of emotions that set them apart from ordinary intrigue.The Queen, known for her regal poise, displayed an uncharacteristic uneasiness, her once serene countenance now betraying traces of anxiety. In her eyes, a flickering fear danced, hinting at a deeper vulnerability.As for the King, a figure renowned for his unyielding authority, a touch of insidious yearning glimmered within his gaze. Together, their eyes became windows to a cl

I averted my gaze from the heart-wrenching sight that unfolded before me as all the individuals involved were escorted to the infirmary for healing.They were making sounds of discomfort, contorting their bodies in an attempt to reach the source of their irritation caused by the constant itching and painful sensations. Despite the increasing anger that I felt stirring within me, a small pang of guilt also tugged at my conscience. I couldn't help but wonder if I was really to blame for what had happened. Perhaps it was all my fault as deep down, I had wanted it to happen to that person or people. This internal struggle between guilt and anger left me feeling conflicted. Lord Minir offered some comforting words to ease my worries as we strolled along the palace halls, where he had once resided and thrived. He assured me that everything was going to be alright and that there was no need to fret. His words were a balm to my anxious spirit. “Master…” “Yes, woman?” He sighed, nodding at

The god of dreams forget to visit me that night, making me wide awake as I tossed myself around the chamber bed. What I saw that time was vivid. I was alive. I wasn't dreaming. It's too different from dreaming. What the hell am I even doing? I went to the balcony, and breathed in the night breeze. The silhouette of the branches touched the moon's yellowish orb. I stared at it longer than I should. I have never appreciated the moon. Or anything in this world before not until I was brought to this mansion, and Lord Minir taught me things. "So beautiful..." It might not be the only time I appreciated the moon for it's beauty. But I'm sure that it's the only time I actually think it's beautiful beyond words, beyond what I could think of. My eyebrows furrowed as I heard some movements inside the chamber. I went back and saw the books opened by the strong howls of wind, and the paper clipped by the pages was flown towards me. W

That night changed Elizabeth. She felt more comfortable with her own body. The way her skin felt above her bones felt like just how it should've been. Men would stare at her. She was no longer shy about showing more skin and making eye contact with the boys. For Elizabeth, that night was a game-changer.The corridors were empty as Elizabeth strolled around with Anaj tailing her from behind. The garden was blooming with fine emerald leaves, and white roses. Her mother, the Queen, has always been fond of white roses. Behind the bushes, across the corridor, was Penelophe plucking a few weeds off the ornaments."Penelophe..." Elizabeth called on her."Elizabeth, my dear princess. What brought you to the garden?" Penelophe asked, her eyes observing the cleavage that popped out of Elizabeth's tight, pastel-blue gown."Mother called me to join the tea with the ladies. Are you going to join us too?" Elizabeth asked, smiling g

ELIZABETH's lips rose when she saw the sun peeking through the lace curtains. But her eyes widened when she realized that it wasn't her room and she was in a strange place. Looking around in panic, her lips parted when she realized that an arm rested on her naked stomach. "Oh, god."Her moves are gentle, silent like a feather. She has to leave before the General will wake up and find her in this kind of state. Elizabeth already risked everything last night. Another mistake is not something she needed right now. Hurrying to put her clothes on, she did not even bother to put her shoes on as she opened the door and peeked outside. No one was visible from her position. Upon hearing the General's groan in the bed, she flinched towards his position for the last time and smiled weakly.For Elizabeth, it was a night she can never forget. She might not be in love like what two people usually feel inside the books she loves to read. But at least for one night, she was able to feel what it's li

"I THINK I should leave you for a moment, General. You might not get yourself a woman for tonight if I'll cling to you too much." Elizabeth sighed and was about to scurry herself away when General Kius stopped her by holding her arm. "Stay." Elizabeth's eyes widened at his persuasion. "Oh, the General wants me to stay. Did I, perhaps, entertain you a lot?" General Kius smirked, " You do. To be honest, Miss Elizabeth, I do quite fancy you even if it was just a short meeting. That is why, at least, for tonight, I beg you to stay and stop these women from trying to approach me."Elizabeth looked around, giggling at the women who were gawking at them with malicious smirks and murmurs. "Now that you told me. Women do really swoon over you, General. In that case, you still don't have a wife or even betrothed to a woman. Am I not right?" General Kius shrugged while trying to hide his smile, "You are right, Miss Elizabeth." A man handed the two of them a glass of wine which Elizabeth to

BEAUTY is found in every corner of an Englisian's home. The pastel curtains printed with small chamomile flowers opened, revealing the rosy morning outside the window. Orange hues of the dawn sunshine lingered upon the bed of Elizabeth. Anaj, the caretaker of the princess, went over the sleeping damsel to wake her up. Elizabeth Corvinus has been living her whole life inside these walls. She was only allowed to stroll in the palace grounds but has never stepped foot beyond those gates. Yawning, Elizabeth stretched her arms with her graceful movements as she pushed herself to sit on the bed. Her eyes, then, followed her caretaker who was ransacking the wardrobe. "Why too early, Anaj?" Elizabeth groaned. "Oh, stop the sulking, Your Highness. We have a ball to attend tonight." Anaj winked at the princess who was giggling. " I hope we will not be caught, Anaj, or the Queen will have our head on a plate." Elizabeth pushed the blankets off her legs before she got herself out of the bed.