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“What's the urgent matter you want to talk to me about?” Qillalon asked as they reached Mercimer's room.“About your mate…” Mercimer paused and let his words sink into him, when he noticed he got all of Qillalon’s attention he continued speaking, “I think something is not right with her.” Qillalon raised his eyebrows in curiosity, “What do you mean?” he questioned defensively. Mercimer shrugged, “I don't know yet.” He says and then shows Vesper's talisman. “Looks familiar?” He teased. Qillalon nods, “It's Vesper’s…”Mercimer nods, “Right. I borrowed it from her and sent it to a shaman, and they found mental link magic in it.” He explains.Qillalon's eyes widened in disbelief. “She's talking to someone using this?” He says as he holds the talisman. “She’s probably talking to Tony.” He said to himself.“Yes,” Mercimer confirmed.“Do you know who?” He asks, confirming his theory.He shook his head. “At first I thought it was the detectives. The design of the talisman is a bit similar t
In the barracks, the Omegas are preparing for their event and they wear the best clothes they have in their possession.Emily squinted her eyes when she saw Vesper was wearing her usual work clothes, “Don’t you have a dress?” She asked in concern while applying makeup to her face. Vesper shook her head.“Alpha Qillalon didn’t even buy a dress for you?” Evie asks.Vesper’s eyes dilated and then blushed, “No, he is busy with all the crimes and attacks… and I think that would be weird." She muttered while brushing her frizzy hair.She frowns, “I fucking hate this… I miss my long bouncy black hair.” She said to herself.Emily giggles, “You are the weird one. It's normal for him to buy you things, you're his mate. Also, you bought all of us gifts. Like this expensive makeup palette that I’m using right now, but you didn’t purchase anything for yourself.” She remarks.“Well…” She let her statement linger but failed to continue her sentence. It's also a mystery to her why she’s nice to them.
Vesper felt prying eyes staring at her, monitoring her every move. She entered a random hallway and the feeling did not dissipate. Someone was following her.She made a detour and instead of going to Mercimer’s room, she went to Alpha Qillalon’s room and stayed there for a few minutes, from the balcony, and went out to make her way to Mercimer’s room.After the ceremony, Alpha Qillalon was about to give Hercule an earful, but before he had the opportunity to do it. He heard Gamma Alfred’s voice via a mental link. “Alpha, your mate, she’s in your chamber, and she never left.” “She’s probably upset,” Qillalon thought to himself.He did not respond and made his way to his room when Velmont saw Qilallon was about to leave the event hall. He hurriedly ran to stop him.“Where are you going? The party is about to start,” he asks while trying to calm his pounding heart. Qillalon glanced at him coldly, “It's none of your business.” He replied with indifference and walked past Velmont.He gra
Hey readers, This story is my first werewolf book. It might be underwhelming to most of you as this is an experimental novel. (I'm trying to widen my writing genres).Any suggestions, or comments, will be helpful. Thank you for staying and understanding.Lot's of Love,Latton RipleyNOTES:~ If you notice when the Alphas are talking to each other, they call each other by name. It is because they see themselves as equal.~ Velmont and Gertrude don’t use the word Alpha (or any rank) unless they are calling them with sarcasm. It is because they are not part of the pack (not wolves).~ Meanwhile, Vesper, even though she’s a Vampire, needs to call them Alpha, Beta, Delta, and Gamma because she’s undercover as an Omega. On the other hand, when she’s alone or with the detectives, she addresses them by name.P.S ***DON'T FORGET TO ADD THE STORY TO YOUR LIBRARY, #Comment #Like #SUPPORT #VesperMiles #QillalonVanKirk Feel free to check my other stories here: Hey, Stranger! & Goodbye My
Elder Mauritius did not stay to observe the after-party. He returns to his room the moment Gertrude excuses herself.He could feel his friend was hiding something from him but didn’t want to ask her as he was well aware of how Gertrude and Velmont worked, as he too once worked with them.Despite that, the feeling of being an outsider in their friend group still took a toll on him. He feels like they no longer trust him like before.When he got to his room, he moved the small statue on his desk and a part of his desk drawer came loose.He opens it and there’s a small vault. He entered his code and inside there was a small glass vial in the shape of a capsule. Inside it is a dark-concentrated liquid consisting of Vervain mixed with Nightshade. Two deadly plants that could burn, poison, and kill a Vampire. “I never knew this vial would see the light of day,” he said to himself as he took it and wore it as a necklace around his neck. CONCURRENTLY…In Qillalon’s room.Vesper and Qillalon
Vesper stared at Qillalon in mischief. He swallowed slowly, “Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks curiously while guessing what’s on her mind. She smiled playfully, “Nothing… just a weird thought I had in my mind.” She uttered. “Now, I'm curious what is it?” He insists. She shook her head, “Forget it.” She remarks. He smirked and had no plans of letting it go. He pinned her down to the bed and started tickling her. She began laughing and her eyes well up with tears. “Oh.” She giggles uncontrollably. “Oh, okay. You won, I’m going to tell you.” She voiced out while raising her hands in defeat. “I’m listening,” he said as he held her hands above her head. “Is it possible for you to shift parts of your body?” She questioned with all curiosity. He furrowed his brows in confusion, “What do you mean?” “Your ears. Can you change them into wolf's ears while your face and body stay the same?” She asks seriously. He was flabbergasted. His face turned red, “I don’t think s
Vesper stayed all night inside the detective's chamber with Mauritius as they completed their list and evaluated all the possible views of the case.“So this is the best we could do? Find people we trust instead of locating the traitor?” Vesper voiced out.“Better than nothing,” Velmont pointed out.She scoffed, “When are you planning to let them know?” She asks in concern.Mauritius laughed mockingly, “Why are you afraid Qillalon would hate you?” He stated while crossing his arms. She glared at him. “Shut up, you old man.” She clamored in annoyance. Deep down, he was right. She was scared of losing her mate even though the wolf mating and rejection rules didn’t apply to her, or even if he was the son of the man who abandoned her. She grew fond of Qillalon.She stared at her ring. “It's probably for the best, right?” She asked herself.Gertrude grunted, her head throbbing in pain. She used her magic in the room for too long and hasn’t slept enough.“Stop this quarreling, would you.” S
It was ten in the morning when Alpha Mercimer sent a mental link message to Alpha Qillalon.“Is Vesper with you?” He asks in an angry voice.Alpha Qillalon ignored him as his attention was somewhere else. He had been biting on Vesper’s collarbone and drinking her blood. A punishment that he decided on a whim. He is planning to weaken her till she needs to feed again. He is aware that she needs blood to regain his full strength. When she does, he will prevent her from feeding till she begs and then he will force her to tell him everything. She could sense that his dismay and rage towards her had slightly dissipated. “Too much… You're taking too much…” She says in a pleading voice. She’s fighting the urge to defy him. Her eyes slowly changed to black while her fangs were already out ready to bite him back. “No, stop! You deserve this. Let him do his thing…” She said to herself as she resisted the desire to bite back.He wipes his mouth, “Mercimer asks if you're with me. What did you
Alpha Barkus stared at Beta Lisara's dead body. The anger, dismay, and disappointment in him are still eminent. “Get her body out of my sight. Make sure to burn her with all her things. A traitor doesn’t deserve to be remembered.” He demanded as he opened a metal-link message and sent a report to Elder Gilgamesh.Hearing his report, the Elder feels outraged by the Black Orders' nerve to infiltrate the Citadel.“Recheck everything Lisara handled. All the barricades. The packs she oversees. Make sure they are not traitors.” The Elder pointed out. His voice was cold, stern, and commanding.“Yes, Elder.” Alpha Barkus replied and then closed the mental link. He spun around and stared at one of his Delta. “You!” He pointed to a skinny wolf from his pack.Delta Dreyfus stepped forward trembling. He could see the Alphas' mood was fluctuating. “Yes, Alpha!?” he uttered with caution.Alpha Barkus stared at him from head to foot. The Alpha could hear his heart pounding loudly, he had been glanc
In the dead of night, the Headmaster and his hunters arrived in California, their dangerous shadows stretching long under the pale moonlight.Their arrival was swift and silent, blending seamlessly into the obscure depths of the coast. They were a collection of the most feared and enigmatic individuals—his hunters, his most trusted wizard, Jacques, and the infamous Dr. Blackwood who was starting to be eaten by guilt. She no longer wants to be there. "The Citadel headquarters thought they had prepared for every contingency. They were wrong." The Headmaster mumbled under his breath with an eerie smile. The journey was far from over. The land and air transportation might have been guarded against them, with the Citadel Headquarters wolf packs blocking every known route to their heavily fortified stronghold, Citadel Manor.However, the Headmaster had long anticipated this. For years, he had been gathering fragments of knowledge, piecing together the hidden truths about the Citadel’s def
Vesper walked through the mist, her shoes made a soft crunching sound on the gravel path.The wind blew wildly, tinged with dew, but what caught her attention was the inviting aroma the air brought her way. She swiveled her head and saw it was hovering from a small roadside diner up ahead.She stopped dead in her tracks and slightly tilted her head in curiosity.She sniffed the air deeply. Her eyes dilated and her lips curled up in excitement.The smell of bacon, sausage, pancakes, and waffles. The scents swirled together in a harmony that tugged at something deep inside her, something she hadn’t felt in years.Her stomach growled. The sound startled her, raw and unfamiliar, like a ghost from a past life. Hunger. Real hunger. Not the gnawing thirst of fresh blood from still pulsating veins she’d come to know so well, the one that had made her an outsider to the simpler joys of life. This was something... different. Something human.She could feel saliva starting to build up in her mout
In Alpha Qillalon’s room…The room was dark, cloaked in a soft amber glow cast by flickering sconces on the stone walls. Dust motes swirled lazily in the stale air, disturbed by Quillion's first breath in what felt like an eternity.His eyes fluttered open, their sharp silver irises gleaming like molten steel as they adjusted to the half-light. His body felt heavy and stiff as if the days of slumber had left an echo of time in his bones. But the moment of disorientation was brief; his instincts flared to life with a sharp clarity.He pushed himself upright, his long dark hair spilling over his shoulders. The silken robes over his frame shimmered faintly with the runes woven into their fabric. His gaze swept the chamber, a silent predator assessing his domain. The room bore the mark of his legacy—tapestries of battles long past, shelves of ancient tomes, and an ornate staff resting in its cradle near the grand window. But there was one glaring absence."Qilli..." he whispered, his voic
Vesper resumed her journey to her unknown destination. She’s not even sure what got into her when she asks Carmilla and Elijah to join her in the fight she's uncertain of attending. She clenched her aching chest and lowered her head. She could no longer bear the longing, “May…be… I do care for him and genuinely like him…” She whispered in the air. The coldness of the wind seemed to remind her of her lonesome life.Mindlessly she found herself in front of the saloon again. She spun around and made a beeline for the opposite side, but there was a nagging feeling in her urging her to see Baltazar one last time. She moved her feet back to the saloon’s direction as she smiled faintly. When she entered, the three young vampires were still there talking to Baltazar as if asking for more information about her.Their eyes met, and the young vampires immediately left the place. Almost stumbling on the floor, the door, and the cold pavement outside. She could hear the loud pounding of their h
In the Citadel Headquarters command center.Alpha Barkus stared at the flickering monitor, his face darkening as the last footage from the mercenary’s live camera before they got blown out by explosives played out. The feed was shaky, the view obstructed by debris and flashes of light. Then, there it was—the unmistakable silhouette of Citadel Manor, its spires piercing the night sky. The image was clear enough to make his jaw tighten.Beta Lisara, standing at his side, leaned in closer. “Citadel Manor,” she murmured, her voice low and dangerous. “They’re planning an attack, aren’t they?”Alpha Barkus’s eyes narrowed as the screen shifted, showing the maps. Arrows and marks scrawled across the image pointed directly at the manor’s defenses and weak points.“They’ve been planning this for a while,” Alpha Barkus growled. His fists clenched at his sides. “But why the Citadel manor and not the Headquarters?”Beta Lisara’s gaze hardened. “It's less guarded. No humans in sight within the mano
The headlights of the black truck cut through the deepening dusk as Rico and his friends drove Vesper. They followed the winding dirt road to the ranch. Memories surged into her with every mile. Soon they reached the entrance of the ranch. "You can drop me on the arch," Vesper demanded with a cold, menacing voice.Rico slammed the break immediately, as he was eager to get her out of the car. She stepped out of the front passenger seat.She closed the door with great strength, and it made the whole car shake and the window glass shattered instantly.The 3 young vampires gasped in fright. They thought the car would roll down the road."Why is she so strong?" Rico asks via a mental link to his friends.Ron gulps down slowly. "Don't ask me, dude. You're the one who said we could have fun with her because she smells like a newly turned vampire. No new vampire has eyes like hers." He replied in fear. He could feel cold sweat forming on his back.While Jericho remains silent as he pees hims
The wind carried whispers of the past, sweeping across the barren plains as Vesper continued to walk into the remnants of Adobe Walls, Texas. The town wasn’t much—a ghost of its former self—but its echoes held stories she needed to remember.It was a ghost town in the eyes of humans and the government, but now it has become a haven for vampires like her. She rummaged in her pocket, took one of the rings out, and wore it in her forefinger. It immediately altered her scent. “For protection,” she mumbled, then her attention landed on the other ring in her pocket—The ring for the mental link. One call and she knew Qillalon would be running to her like a wild beast hungry for her attention. She smiled bitterly as she hid the mental link ring. She resumed walking, her boots crunching against the gravel. The air smelled of mesquite and history, the kind of scent that clung to you like an old memory. She adjusted the brim of her hat, shielding her face from the sinking moonlight, and scann
Inside Elder Mauritius’ chamber, the smell of aged parchment and burned incense is in the air. The Elder is trying to calm the chaos in his mind.But none could pacify the flickering fire inside him.The Elder sat in his cushioned office chair, his form stooped and frail, yet his piercing eyes burned with the sharpness of a man who had seen too much.Around his neck hung a necklace hidden under his thick clothing. Its delicate gold chain seemed almost alive as it glimmered faintly in the warm light, and the pendant—a beautifully decorated vial that contains concentrated nightshade mixed with vervain—looked as though it had been crafted by a master artisan. But the object held an ominous venom. A venom he prepared for Vesper in case she goes rogue.He discreetly felt the vial under his clothes, “So she’s not coming back?” He uttered his voice sounding conflicted rather than relieved. He should be happy, but knowing that they are still in the dark about the Headmaster’s plan, it's bett