~~~ Blood Oath between Vesper and Quillion Van Kirk (Alpha Qillalon's father) mentioned in CHAPTER 42 - Unfair Agreement ~~~ The pond and ruins mentioned in CHAPTER 27 - How Many? ~~~Qillalon and Vesper's position is also called Standing 69 ***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
In Alpha Qillalon’s chamber…The Alpha can’t stop fidgeting in his bed. Sweat began to form on his forehead and his breathing became erratic. He furrowed his brows and soon woke up, or at least, he thought he was awake.He opens his eyes. He couldn’t see anything aside from the blinding darkness around him. He tried to get up only to hit his head on the wooden roof. He extended his arms and there he realized where he was. He is inside a coffin.He starts banging, pushing, and clawing his way out of the casket.His mind raced, contemplating any possible reason why he was there, but nothing made sense. “I’m supposed to be in my room,” he reasoned.He soon realizes that someone might try to possess him like what happened to Hercule.“Shit!” He yelled in anger as he tried to turn himself into a wolf to get out of the situation, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t.Shortly, he hears a faint sound of someone digging him up from the grave.He continued banging.“Ok… Ok… I’m already
~The rejection rules might not work if the chosen mate is not a wolf. Despite that, the mating mark still binds them together, making the creatures from the foreign lineage develop a deep affection for the wolf that marked them.~Gertrude repeated the words she saw in the book to Velmont who was lazily lying on the bed.“Why are you so caught up in this?” he asks in bewilderment.“Why not? Quillion Van Kirk played us. He knew this would happen.” She clamored.Velmont gets up from his cozy bed. “So what if Vesper falls in love with Qillalon? Does it matter? She seems happy and enjoying her lustful escapade with him.” he replied leisurely.“You don’t get it, Velmont,” Gertrude shouted to get his attention and show him the severity of the situation.He rolled his eyes in annoyance, “Make me understand then…” He snapped back at her, hinting how upset he was that she disturbed his relaxation.“The longer they get mated, the deeper the bond is. The deeper the bond, the more Vesper will like
By dawn, Vesper waited for Alpha Hercule patiently near his room.The moment he opened his door Vesper made her presence known.He sniffed the air, and he knew she was right there.“They are serious about me getting a bodyguard for my safety.” He said to himself as he acted normal as if nothing was bothering him.He sighs deeply as he tries to reach her via mental link to tell her that the way she follows him makes him uncomfortable. To his utmost surprise, he couldn’t reach her. “Why is her mental link closed?” He asked himself as he continued walking to the digital room.The moment he entered, he turned his head in her direction.She grinned, “Good morning, Alpha Hercule. This is my first official day as your personal omega,” she declared with certainty.The wolves inside the digital room all heard her words, and they began staring at them. Those who were not part of the last meeting with Elder, Mauritius still think that Alpha Hercule took Alpha Qillalon’s mate.~Personal Omega? Wh
“Don’t tell Vesper about this. I don’t want to interfere with her work with Hercule.” Alpha Qillalon requested as he limply walked to the couch to sit. The hue in his eyes slowly turns pale as if life is draining out of him. Gertrude blushed, “What a sweet little boy. He is still thinking of her while suffering from an ailment,” she said to herself as she checked the bite mark on the Alpha's palm.“You said you kept seeing a man. What does this man look like?” Velmont asks curiously as he watches Gertrude try magic to heal Alpha Qillalon’s wound.Alpha Qillalon winces in pain. “He is tall, he has dark, clean-cut hair, and black fangs. He looks like he is around 30 to 40 years old," he remarks as his face grimaces with the scent of his decaying flesh. “This is bad,” Gertrude mumbled under her breath as black veins quickly traveled into Alpha Qillalon's arm.Gertrude held her necklace and sent a mental message to Velmont, “I think we need to tell Mauritius about this and make a phone c
Kansas 1918.During the Spanish Flu.The government documented a death rate of 718 people per 100,000 population because of the flu pandemic also known as the Great Influenza epidemic or by the common inaccurate name Spanish flu.Unbeknownst to them, this number also includes those patients Dr. Lazarus Lunaris, killed while they were asleep out of sinister pity and some he tried to turn into Vampires. Wherever he goes, death follows.“Another specimen in the bin,” he said as he threw the body of a young soldier in the grave. “New day, new set of failures,” he added in disappointment as he glanced at the numerous bodies that he was about to bury. “317th body this year,” he mumbled to himself as he rolled the body of a tall burly man beside the young soldier. “Why is it so hard to turn people into vampires?” He yelled internally and continued burying one body after the other. He was done for the night and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a faint knocking sound.He glances arou
~Come inside, it's fun in here.~Lazarus' statement was filled with poisonous riddles and insanity. Vesper's face expresses confusion as she winces in pain from his grasp.Before any of them could react, the veins from Qillalon's hand started moving towards Vesper's skin as if merging the two of them.She moved her gaze towards Gertrude as if begging her to do something.Gertrude was about to start chanting when a bright light blinded them. When the light disappeared, Vesper lost consciousness and her hand was covered in the Alpha's decaying flesh as if he was starting to eat her.“Qillalon,” Quillion ran swiftly to his son. He tried to move the unconscious Vesper, but their skin was intertwined with each other. “Need a little help,” he voiced out as he tried to separate the two. Velmont moved to the bed and helped Quillion, but noticed the harder they tried, the more Vesper's skin sank into Qillalon's flesh, merging them further. Meanwhile…Vesper lazily opened her eyes and adjus
Vesper smiled softly. “Hey,” she said while waving at the young Qillalon. She lowered her head, unsure how to talk to a child. She clenched the hem of her shirt and crouched down to him, ”Do you know where the older version of you is?” She asked nicely.The young Qillalon shook his head in confusion and hugged his mother tighter.“I don't think you work for Quillion. Who are you?” Samara asks and starts to become defensive. She clenched the large needles she was using and glared at Vesper. Vesper raises her hand in surrender, showing them that she means no harm. “My name is Vesper Miles and you are right. I don't work for your husband.” She explains.Samara stared at her intently.Vesper understood what her gaze meant. “I’m as puzzled as you are. I’m not supposed to be here, and you are not supposed to see me. This is a memory—”Samara raised her hand, gesturing for her to stop talking.“I know where I am, and I know what this is. I am aware that I am already dead. What I am right now
In a distant facility in the heart of Pennsylvania.Jacques, a young high-level wizard, hastily ran to the headmaster's quarters with a jovial, menacing grin on his lips. “In your face Gertrude Fallis,” he mumbled to himself.The tussle of his long black robe dances in sync with his movements. His mid-length black hair was braided in a French style, making him appear relaxed and friendly, but deep inside his blue eyes, he couldn't hide the pressure, the sleepless nights, and the uneasiness he'd been feeling recently.But not today—today is different. His magic finally possessed someone useful.After months of failed attempts to shake the Citadel manor, he finally has a break.He knocked on the headmaster’s door, and he was soon permitted to enter.Inside the chamber is a well-equipped medical room filled with machines that are usually present in the hospital.The buzzing apparatus, IV drips, and monitor all surround the lavish bed in the middle of the room.“What brings you here at thi
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