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THE wind was wild and the road was dark and rough. Despite that, it didn't stop the two black armored vehicles from driving hurriedly away from the crowded city. The journey is long and the old Alpha Quillion can’t help but stare at the young girl he promised to protect no matter what. His heart is in the right place and he is willing to carry on the task till they reach the safehouse. Soon their armored vehicle moves to the border of the Gobi Desert entering the dangerous and treacherous terrain.Vulnerable to any attack from the blood-hungry hunters of the Black Order, whose main task is to kill the girl with him and everyone around her. The silence of their journey soon ended when the old Alpha heard one of his Beta yell, "Hunters!" while pointing to the various cars fast approaching them. The driver then mumbles, "I'm afraid we won't make it." At the same time, looking at the old Alpha in the rearview mirror. The old Alpha cleared his throat, thinking of the best way to deal w
AT exactly eleven o'clock in the evening. Rain is still pouring heavily. The wind is blowing wildly. A group of people are gathered around the fireplace. They huddle around in circles to warm themselves."It's late and Alexis is still out. Has anyone contacted her yet?" Lestine murmured while shivering. Removing his soaking wet coat."I tried to call her, but she couldn't be reached. Probably her phone is dead again." Emily says while squeezing the water out of her drenched long blonde curly hair that matches the softness of her blue eyes."The guards will be here soon and do the final roll call. She'll be beaten with a whip for every minute she's late." He says with fright and horror in his eyes."It is not new to her if that happens. Maybe she ran away?""Don't be absurd, Magda. If she did, do you think they wouldn’t find her?" Jacob intervened."Everyone knows that if you apply to be part of this you need to finish the month whether you want to stay or not." He added."Her being la
IN THE dead of night, Alexis walked to the sound and saw someone she knew, but before she could utter a word… She was stabbed in the abdomen. Her eyes widened in horror. She can’t fathom why her friend would do such a thing. She could only stare at her bloodied hand as she stopped the bleeding. Fear engulfed her whole being she couldn’t even react properly to the excruciating pain that she was experiencing. She tried to run, but what can a weak Omega that was stabbed do? She cried as her friend walked towards her with a knife still in hand. She crawled away and cowered behind a tree, wishing that this was all a dream or a prank gone wrong. She pleaded, to her friend, to the moon goddess, to anyone --to please save her.She tried to shout, but before she could, her throat was slashed. She could feel and hear her blood gushing out her throat, pouring like waterfalls onto the ground, soaking the green grass beneath her feet. She began to breathe with difficulty and her body became numb
"ALEXIS Mar’tineThe third victim this month.The first one, found beside a ravine naked, sliced open from the neck to her privates.The second one, found inside the garbage dump, had her eyes and mouth sewn shut. Both limbs are intertwined with silver barbed wire laced with wolfsbane.Now, this. Alexis was found bolted upside down in a tree. Her eyes were wide open. Shocked. Frightened. In rage. What did she see as she took her last breath?"These are the questions keeping Alpha Qillalon wide awake. He’s the one who found all of those victims while patrolling the premises. He touched the scar on his head as if digging for an answer to his questions.*CONCURRENTLY, Emily, Jolly, and Evie are walking home with other Omegas when they smell blood —human blood on the way back to the barracks. All are on high alert. Emily took her phone out and opened an app that would send a signal to the Manor security system that would create a report and summon the nearest Delta around.Seconds after
First Victim:Analise Nesperato, 18 years old. He has curly red hair and green eyes. On probation period for three weeks. The last known associates are the following: Lestine, and Magda. Last seen, walking alone back to the barracks around ten in the evening after having drinks with Delta Selene and Delta Vicky. By eleven roll calls, she never showed up. She was found two days later beside a ravine naked, sliced open from her neck to her privates. All her internal organs are complete and intact.Eliminates black market organ harvest.Second VictimErika Palace, 23 years old. Short dark brown hair, dark brown eyes. On probation for 29 days. The last known associates are Emily and Ben. Last seen, in the town dancing with humans. She was found after three days inside the garbage dump, her eyes and mouth sewn shut. Both limbs are intertwined with silver barbwires laced with wolfsbane.Hopefully the last victim,Alexis Mar'tine, 21 years old. Blonde mid-length hair with dark blue eyes. On
VELMONT and Gertrude are standing in Mauritius’ study room waiting for his arrival. Shortly, they were joined by the Elder."Nice to see both of you again. How long has it been?" Mauritius asks, in a friendly tone."Almost 40 years, my friend," Velmont responded, then gave a friendly hug."Ha! That’s a lot of years and yet both of you never aged a day." He responds.Gertrude welcomed the Elder with a warm hug, "But you aged like a fine wine. Look at you. Still amazing. Dominating. Full of life." She commented and then planted a kiss on both of Mauritius' cheeks.Mauritius grinned, "Dear Gertrude, you never fail to provide the best compliments as always." He opens one of his drawers, shows a picture to them, and then asks, "Do you still remember when and where this photo was taken?"Velmont nods."Of course. Paris, France 1967." Gertrude responded while smiling, reminiscing how they solved the issue with the blood hunters on New Year's Eve. The photograph shows the triumphant smile of
VESPER woke up from her slumber. She could smell her blood and she hated it. For her, there’s nothing more shameful than smelling your own. The whole room reeks of the scent of her blood from the beatings she got last night, she sniffs the air and aside from her, no one’s inside or nearby. She’s alone.She could feel her body healing itself, too fast, and she needed to slow the process. After her night watch, she injured herself before returning to the basement. This is to reopen the wounds and to lose more blood, but she still heals fast. Something she doesn't need. She needs to look helpless, weak, and docile. "What I did last night was not a good idea. Now I can only feel hunger and exhaustion." She mumbles to herself.Being alone with only her thoughts, she began to recollect the reason why she was there. "I’m sure it was that woman. What’s her name again? Ah! I remember. It’s Selene." She thought to herself.She was jolted back to her senses when she heard the door being open.
Saturday at three o’clock in the afternoon.It’s Evie, Jolly, Sebastian, and Sander’s first time to undergo the Citadel training. The four newcomers glance at each other and at the space between them. There are supposedly five of them but still no sign of Vesper. Even after three days since her punishment, they never saw her again.Delta Dimitry facilitated the training. First is the warm-up, then almost an hour's run along the Citadel Manor premises. Jolly can no longer take it and slowly moves to Gamma Sevy, who’s running behind them."Gamma? How is she?" She asks in a soft voice."Alive!" The Gamma replied nonchalantly.Delta Dimitry then yelled, "Miss Emberville, do you want to be with Miss Miles?" Her whole body trembled as she reminisced the sound of lashes and Vesper’s whimpers."No, Sir!" She replied in fear.Emily saw her reaction and slowly moved towards her to console her and ran together till they all became breathless.After one hour of running, they start the course cons
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