“Siccus. Sicca. Siccum,” <==== Latin means Dry. Dry. Dry. “Silentium,” <==== Latin means silence. Vesper's dream was part of CHAPTER 16 - Qillalon and Eleanor ***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 Love
“What are you doing?” Eleanor uttered in despair. She knew that Qillalon had already slept with Vesper but seeing it happen right before her eyes, it stung like a dagger laced with poison. Her heart shattered at the scene.Meanwhile, Alpha Qillalon and Vesper were both stunned to see her there; they were so lost at the moment that they didn’t notice her presence.Alpha Qillalon hurriedly covered Vesper’s body as if there might be someone else near them. While Vesper observes the old lovers in front of her, there’s a part of her that feels envious, as the dream she had showed how Qillalon loved Eleanor. “Qilli, can I talk to you?” Eleanor added as her hands quivered in jealousy.He nods, “Sure, but not here.” He remarks while wearing his clothes.“Why don't you go ahead? I need to accompany my mate back to the Citadel,” he added while glancing at Vesper.Eleanor frowned, “Can't you just leave her for a minute? This is very important." She pleads.His eyes widened in disbelief, “No,
Seeing Gamma Sevy’s sudden infatuation with Vesper. Gertrude left them immediately and went to the kitchen to boil a few herbs, roots, crow bones, and potion while chanting internally. The Omegas stationed in the kitchen can’t help watching the witch stir the boiling concoction in the cauldron."Cum potestate data mihi. Praecipio tibi ut statim vinculo finem faciamus, et Gamma a sanguine Vampii liberatus sit." She repeated the incantation in her mind several times till she saw a white smoke coming out of the mixture she made. She hurriedly returned to the infirmary only to see Gamma Sevy holding Vesper’s hand tightly.“Vampire’s blood,” she muttered to herself.She soon handed the drink to Sevy and the Gamma drank it in one gulp. Soon his dilated pupils turned normal, and he finally let go of Vesper’s hand.“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what got into me.” He says apologetically as he remembers kissing Vesper. Vesper smiled and bowed her head. “No worries, Gamma Sevy.” She replied casual
“You woke me up just to tell me that the detectives are talking to each other via mental link?” Alpha Mercimer scoffed as his night routine was disturbed by the Gamma doctor and Omega nurse.The Gamma and Omega stared at each other in fright. “They are using a talisman to speak to each other. We’ve seen them do it many times.” The Omega nurse insisted. Alpha Mercimer closed his eyes and controlled his annoyance. “If that’s the only thing you have to report. Get out of my room.” He demanded.The Gamma and Omega bowed their heads and were about to leave when, suddenly, the Gamma doctor remembered something. “Alpha, one of the Omegas has one, but it's a lot smaller and less decorated," he pointed out.Alpha Mercimer’s eyes narrowed as it piqued his interest. “Which Omega?” He asked eagerly.“The one with a pale face… If I’m not mistaken, she’s Alpha Qillalon’s mate.” The doctor remarks.“Vesper Miles.” Alpha Mercimer mumbled, then gestured for the doctor and nurse to leave.He smiled e
It’s already three in the afternoon and Alpha Qillalon should be asleep to prepare for his night watch, but sleep seems to elude him. He is used to sleeping beside Vesper or at least seeing her before dozing off and seeing her face the moment he wakes up.He was uneasy and was tossing and turning in his bed. ~I’ll return by sundown~Vesper’s words kept repeating in his mind. That he failed to catch even a wink, to calm his nerves, he decided to go to the town to pick up Vesper.Afraid that she might encounter the Omega killer or the thing that killed the troll on her journey back to the Citadel.He hurriedly dressed up and swiftly marched to the parking area. He was planning to drive as Vesper mentioned buying gifts for her friends.He hadn’t reached the parking space when he caught a scent of her in the air.He immediately followed her scent and, to his surprise, Velmont Cavanaugh was with her helping her with the gifts she purchased. Velmont couldn’t wait any longer for her to retu
Vesper leaned on the wall, forgetting that the skin on her back was peeled off. Her wounded skin brushed against the rough stone wall, she winced in pain but remained in her position.She soon heard footsteps and then followed by a familiar voice, “I wouldn’t lean on those walls if I were you.” Alpha Mercimer suggested as he walked near her.“Thanks for the concern, Alpha. I’m enjoying the coldness of the wall against my back.” She replied sarcastically. She didn’t want to act nice to him as she knew what kind of scumbag he was. “You're quite sassy today, Vesper.” He uttered with malice in his voice, far from the friendliness he usually showed everyone.“So this is his true color. He is really a jerk... If there’s a killer in this manor, I wish it would be him, so I can rip him apart without any consequences.” She yelled internally. Her eyes dilated and slowly turned black, but she controlled herself and closed her eyes and when she opened them again they were back to pale gray. Obli
“Here, use this.” Gertrude handed Vesper a bracelet. “Don’t let anyone take it. We need open communication all the time. Our time is running out, and we need to speed things up. You need to enter those rooms as soon as possible.” She added via a mental link.Vesper held her bracelet, “Sure. I’m planning to do it tomorrow during lunch.” She replied casually.Gertrude nodded, “I’m going to leave fresh clothes in one of the trees. It will be hidden by magic. Only you can see it.” She explains. She lowered her head, her hands fidgeting, and then hesitantly asked, “Can you make another cleansing potion? If possible, double the dosage this time.” Gertrude’s body posture perks up. “Why?” She asks in a softened voice that contains wonder.“It's for Qillalon. He drank my blood during our copulation and I think he is intoxicated with Vampire’s blood.”“Are you sure about that?” Gertrude asked in concern.Vesper shrugged, unsure if her speculation was correct. “It’s… The way he stares at me… Hi
Alpha Cain went to the infirmary to get his blood pressure checked. He felt a slight discomfort as he walked out of the dungeon hall. “Dammit, am I really getting old and losing my touch?” He mumbled under his breath.When he got there, he saw a few Omega Probies clustered in one place.“What’s going on here?” He asks and as the Omegas hear his voice they scattered.“Jolly is awake and Sevy is almost healed, Alpha Cain,” Delta Dimitry answered.Alpha Cain nods. “That’s good news and a good thing you are here.” He glances at the probies.“We can proceed with the plan for the moving-up party,” he added while looking at Emily, Magda, Lestine, and other tenured probies. From the fright they felt before, the Omegas started smiling and jumping in excitement. CONCURRENTLY…In the dungeon…Vesper sighed in relief and began to cough. Her heart was pounding in excitement because it had been a while since she received such punishment.“That Alpha is strong. He was just using a bullwhip, and he
Vesper marched to the detective's chambers. Her jaw clenched in rage. Her skin flushed scarlet, as raging blood bubbled throughout her body. Her hands shook in annoyance. Despite that, the ring concealed her anger with fear. To anyone who could sense her scent and aura, they were fooled into believing she was afraid of something, but they were wrong. She’s up for blood and the only thing stopping her from breaking Alpha Mercimer’s neck are Gertrude and Velmont. She knocks angrily on the detective’s chambers without a care in the world if someone sees her.Gertrude opened it and Vesper immediately entered the room.“What the fuck are you wearing?” Velmont asks mockingly.Vesper ignored his snarky remarks and glared at him with murderous intent.He raised his hands in surrender and made a zipping gesture in his mouth.“Silentium,” Gertrude muttered, covering the whole room with magic.“What is it, Vesper?” she asks with unease.“Mercimer Marx… That redheaded cunt!” Vesper clamored in e
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 de
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 mou
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
In the dead of night.The fire crackled low on the hearth, casting flickering shadows across the wooden walls of Delta Sevy's room. Outside, the wind howled, but inside, Delta Sevy was trapped in the grip of a dream—a nightmare that seemed too vivid to be anything but real.It was the Troll attack again.He saw the chaos, heard the guttural roars of the Trolls, and felt the pounding of his heart as he fought to save Vesper from the troll's grasp. But this time, his dream focused more on Vesper’s subtle movements.His dream replayed how she removed her ring and her scent hit him first: rich and dark, an intoxicating mix of earth and metal, tinged with something sharp and unnatural. Then came her strength—unnatural, otherworldly. He saw her lift a Troll twice her size and hurl it like it weighed nothing. And finally, those eyes—obsidian black, as if they absorbed the moonlight instead of reflecting it.In his dream, a voice whispered through the chaos—a revelation so shocking that Delta