"I know who it is!" Aethon announced, his voice bursting forth with urgency as he suddenly appeared before the High Council, his eyes blazing with intensity. This immediately got all of their attention, and they leaned forward, their faces tense with anticipation. They all waited, sitting on the edge of their seats, their eyes fixed on Aethon, eager for him to reveal the name. "It is 'Demenion', son of Jamal," Aethon declared, his words dripping with conviction, his jaw set in determination. The room fell silent, the weight of his revelation hanging in the air like a dark foreboding."Who is this Demenion?" they asked the higher power, their voices laced with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, as they sought guidance from the entity that controlled the room.The walls around them suddenly came alive, scrolling through pages and pages of information about Demenion and Niko, the air thickening with an eerie silence. They all stood reading, their faces growing increasingly concerned, th
Rage was engrossed in repairing one of his shuttlecrafts, his hands moving deftly as he tinkered with the engine. Suddenly, Aethon materialized behind him, causing Rage to jump in surprise and hit his head on the underside of the craft. "Ow! You really need to warn people before you do that!" Rage exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot on his head as he glared at Aethon. Aethon looked sheepish, his eyes apologetic. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Can we talk?" he asked, his voice low and urgent, hinting at the importance of their conversation. Rage's expression softened, his curiosity piqued. "What's going on, Aethon? You look like you've seen a ghost.""Give me a second, I'm almost done," Rage said, his voice focused as he tightened the final bolt on the engine. With a satisfied nod, he rolled out from under the craft, his movements fluid and practiced. He walked over to his work area, wiping the sweat from his brow as he took a seat, his eyes fixed intently on Aethon. "What's on you
My Connection with ErikaNiklaus called his friend, his voice laced with concern. "Those feeders you highly recommend, one is acting very strange.""Nova and Jazzlyn have been with us for years," his friend replied, sounding concerned.Niklaus's tone turned furious. "That's not who is here!"He mindlinked with Sam and Brent, his mental message urgent. "Bring them both to my office, STAT!"As he continued speaking with Drake, his frustration growing, tracked them down and found out what happened. "I'm on it now, I hope they're ok. Do you still want them, Niklaus?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern. "I do." As he hung up the phone, Sam brought them in, their nervous glances only adding to the tension. "There seems to be some sort of mix-up," Niklaus said, his irritation evident. "Who are you and why are you here?" Niklaus didn't like people sneaking onto our island.Erica stepped forward, her voice trembling, and tried to explain, "We were supposed to go to another vampire, s
As I lovingly fed with Erika, savoring the tender moment, Nova and Jazz slipped in, their eyes fixed on us with a mix of curiosity and gentle admiration. They stood quietly, hands entwined, observing the intimate way I nourished myself. As I finished, my fangs retracted, and I rose, turning to them with a warm, affectionate smile. Their faces flushed with a soft blush, and they exchanged bashful glances, their eyes sparkling with tender emotion."I am Nova," she steps forward with a warm towel and a smile. I wiped my face, my eyes never leaving hers.As I wiped my face with the warm towel, Nova's smile faltered for a moment, her eyes locking onto mine with a hint of shyness. But then, her gaze softened, and she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're beautiful, even when you're...feeding," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I felt a flutter in my chest at her touch, and my eyes never left hers, drinking in the warmth and kindness radiating from them.
A week later, Niklaus made a bold move, placing an offer on the tower across from Kie's at double its worth. The sellers were thrilled and quickly accepted. We signed the papers, and just like that, it was ours. Niklaus beamed with excitement as we named it 'Midnight Eclipse', a nod to our beloved yacht. They even surprised Abatrose with a small wrap-around outdoor pool, tailor-made for his enjoyment. I couldn't help but notice the thoughtful gesture, reminiscent of Niklaus's own considerate nature. David's kind reminder of Niklaus's thoughtful side warmed my heart, filling me with a sense of contentment and joy.David swiftly got to work, expertly installing our High-tech security domes. The tower's spacious layout allowed for ample room, with each member of our kingdom enjoying their own spacious private apartment. In addition to our new home, we acquired a nightclub, which I named, 'Whips and Licks', prominently located on Bourbon Street. My design featured a bold, eye-catching pi
I summoned Nova, Jazz, and Erika, my loyal feeders, to join me in my chambers. The thrill of the earlier events had left me drained, and I craved the nourishment only they could provide. As they entered, their eyes sparkled with eagerness, and Raphael trailed behind, his curiosity intense. He was soon to join our ranks, and I could sense his longing to experience the intimate ritual of feeding.I revealed to him the secrets of my unique feeding style, my voice barely above a whisper. "Not all vampires feed the same, Raphael. Some prefer the wrist, others the back or neck. But I...I crave something more." My eyes locked onto his, and I could see the excitement building within him. "I feed in the heat of passion, where the blood is It's sweetest and the pleasure is most intense."Raphael's gaze burned with fascination, his face glowing with anticipation. He was entranced by the prospect, his desire to join me in this sensual delight almost overwhelming. I could sense his heart racing, h
As the sun dipped below the horizon, we gathered. Sam and Lucas tended to the three bonfires, their hands moving in tandem as they stoked the blaze. We all prepared for our Mayan primal mating dance. We adjusted each other's regalia, with mutual grins Each Regalia had intricate patterns and colors that told a story about each dancer and their passions in life. Dancing was more than just movements – it was our language, the unbridled desires of our love and devotion to one another and to our kingdom. As we readied ourselves, the bonfires seemed to connect with our energy, as if the flames themselves were dancing in rhythm with our sexual thirst.The flames cast a sultry spell of passion on our faces. Sam and Lucas, our firekeepers in the kingdom, their hands moving in tandem as they stoked the blaze. The air was charged with anticipation as we prepared for our beloved dance, our hearts beating with one desire, to mate. We adjusted each other's regalia, making sure they were just right
I awoke in the chaos of my burnt-out village, I could hear moans and groans coming from those around me that lay dying, my heart heavy with dread. I did my best to remain hidden, my pulse racing, when they reached where I was hiding under several burnt corpses. They had brutally beaten and torched everyone and everything in my village, except for the young females, who had been shoved into cages on top of wagons, a sight that filled me with fear as I watched them ride away with the girls, silent with shock and tear-filled faces. The entire village was in ruins, everyone was either dead or gone, and I felt utterly alone. I could barely breathe. When I finally pulled myself free, I searched for my father, my mom had died years ago, he was all that I had. I stumbled over dead bodies, my emotions raw. I finally saw him, struggling to take his last breaths, sitting against a tree, and my world crumbled."Daddy!" I ran to him, my heart racing. He could barely open his eyes, but a faint smi
As the sun dipped below the horizon, we gathered. Sam and Lucas tended to the three bonfires, their hands moving in tandem as they stoked the blaze. We all prepared for our Mayan primal mating dance. We adjusted each other's regalia, with mutual grins Each Regalia had intricate patterns and colors that told a story about each dancer and their passions in life. Dancing was more than just movements – it was our language, the unbridled desires of our love and devotion to one another and to our kingdom. As we readied ourselves, the bonfires seemed to connect with our energy, as if the flames themselves were dancing in rhythm with our sexual thirst.The flames cast a sultry spell of passion on our faces. Sam and Lucas, our firekeepers in the kingdom, their hands moving in tandem as they stoked the blaze. The air was charged with anticipation as we prepared for our beloved dance, our hearts beating with one desire, to mate. We adjusted each other's regalia, making sure they were just right
I summoned Nova, Jazz, and Erika, my loyal feeders, to join me in my chambers. The thrill of the earlier events had left me drained, and I craved the nourishment only they could provide. As they entered, their eyes sparkled with eagerness, and Raphael trailed behind, his curiosity intense. He was soon to join our ranks, and I could sense his longing to experience the intimate ritual of feeding.I revealed to him the secrets of my unique feeding style, my voice barely above a whisper. "Not all vampires feed the same, Raphael. Some prefer the wrist, others the back or neck. But I...I crave something more." My eyes locked onto his, and I could see the excitement building within him. "I feed in the heat of passion, where the blood is It's sweetest and the pleasure is most intense."Raphael's gaze burned with fascination, his face glowing with anticipation. He was entranced by the prospect, his desire to join me in this sensual delight almost overwhelming. I could sense his heart racing, h
A week later, Niklaus made a bold move, placing an offer on the tower across from Kie's at double its worth. The sellers were thrilled and quickly accepted. We signed the papers, and just like that, it was ours. Niklaus beamed with excitement as we named it 'Midnight Eclipse', a nod to our beloved yacht. They even surprised Abatrose with a small wrap-around outdoor pool, tailor-made for his enjoyment. I couldn't help but notice the thoughtful gesture, reminiscent of Niklaus's own considerate nature. David's kind reminder of Niklaus's thoughtful side warmed my heart, filling me with a sense of contentment and joy.David swiftly got to work, expertly installing our High-tech security domes. The tower's spacious layout allowed for ample room, with each member of our kingdom enjoying their own spacious private apartment. In addition to our new home, we acquired a nightclub, which I named, 'Whips and Licks', prominently located on Bourbon Street. My design featured a bold, eye-catching pi
As I lovingly fed with Erika, savoring the tender moment, Nova and Jazz slipped in, their eyes fixed on us with a mix of curiosity and gentle admiration. They stood quietly, hands entwined, observing the intimate way I nourished myself. As I finished, my fangs retracted, and I rose, turning to them with a warm, affectionate smile. Their faces flushed with a soft blush, and they exchanged bashful glances, their eyes sparkling with tender emotion."I am Nova," she steps forward with a warm towel and a smile. I wiped my face, my eyes never leaving hers.As I wiped my face with the warm towel, Nova's smile faltered for a moment, her eyes locking onto mine with a hint of shyness. But then, her gaze softened, and she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're beautiful, even when you're...feeding," she whispered, her voice barely audible. I felt a flutter in my chest at her touch, and my eyes never left hers, drinking in the warmth and kindness radiating from them.
My Connection with ErikaNiklaus called his friend, his voice laced with concern. "Those feeders you highly recommend, one is acting very strange.""Nova and Jazzlyn have been with us for years," his friend replied, sounding concerned.Niklaus's tone turned furious. "That's not who is here!"He mindlinked with Sam and Brent, his mental message urgent. "Bring them both to my office, STAT!"As he continued speaking with Drake, his frustration growing, tracked them down and found out what happened. "I'm on it now, I hope they're ok. Do you still want them, Niklaus?" he inquired, his voice laced with concern. "I do." As he hung up the phone, Sam brought them in, their nervous glances only adding to the tension. "There seems to be some sort of mix-up," Niklaus said, his irritation evident. "Who are you and why are you here?" Niklaus didn't like people sneaking onto our island.Erica stepped forward, her voice trembling, and tried to explain, "We were supposed to go to another vampire, s
Rage was engrossed in repairing one of his shuttlecrafts, his hands moving deftly as he tinkered with the engine. Suddenly, Aethon materialized behind him, causing Rage to jump in surprise and hit his head on the underside of the craft. "Ow! You really need to warn people before you do that!" Rage exclaimed, rubbing the sore spot on his head as he glared at Aethon. Aethon looked sheepish, his eyes apologetic. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Can we talk?" he asked, his voice low and urgent, hinting at the importance of their conversation. Rage's expression softened, his curiosity piqued. "What's going on, Aethon? You look like you've seen a ghost.""Give me a second, I'm almost done," Rage said, his voice focused as he tightened the final bolt on the engine. With a satisfied nod, he rolled out from under the craft, his movements fluid and practiced. He walked over to his work area, wiping the sweat from his brow as he took a seat, his eyes fixed intently on Aethon. "What's on you
"I know who it is!" Aethon announced, his voice bursting forth with urgency as he suddenly appeared before the High Council, his eyes blazing with intensity. This immediately got all of their attention, and they leaned forward, their faces tense with anticipation. They all waited, sitting on the edge of their seats, their eyes fixed on Aethon, eager for him to reveal the name. "It is 'Demenion', son of Jamal," Aethon declared, his words dripping with conviction, his jaw set in determination. The room fell silent, the weight of his revelation hanging in the air like a dark foreboding."Who is this Demenion?" they asked the higher power, their voices laced with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, as they sought guidance from the entity that controlled the room.The walls around them suddenly came alive, scrolling through pages and pages of information about Demenion and Niko, the air thickening with an eerie silence. They all stood reading, their faces growing increasingly concerned, th
Chapter 96 Feels Like HomeWhisper and The Nymphs' gentle magic wrapped us in love, covering us with tender care. A king-sized bed appeared, and we floated onto it, the sheets parting for us as we lay on the mattress that felt like a cloud. I watched Aethon sleep, feeling like I'd known him forever. His beauty mesmerized me, with a more enchanted aura, his pastel shimmering skin and billowing white hair that hung down his back like a long lions mane, has a soft, dreamy majestic quality, while the billion tiny diamonds twinkled in a sea of pure gold were the colors of his eyes, he evoked a sense of pure celestial glory, his voice was like whispers of love songs in the wind, his movement fluid and smooth. I love this man with every fiber of my being, he is as enchanting as my garden.I woke up in the middle of the night, still knotted with Aethon, it throbbed embedded deep inside me, holding me to him in a possessive sexual tie. He stirred, groaning softly, "I love this room... it feel
Aethon stood before the council, his voice booming with a mix of excitement and urgency. "I now know why I was mated to her!" he declared, his words commanding attention. "Do any of you even know that she is pregnant? And the name of her child?" The councilors exchanged uneasy glances, their murmurs filling the air as they realized their ignorance.Aethon's next words dropped like a bombshell, leaving the councilors aghast. "She carries the Prophecy's child... Niko!" The room fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in like a stone.With a deep breath, Aethon continued, his voice laced with determination. "She will need my help if he is to survive." The councilors nodded in solemn agreement, their faces etched with concern and a hint of fear. They knew the gravity of the situation and the risks that lay ahead."It's been so long, we had forgotten about the Prophecy child," the councilors admitted, their voices laced with regret. "We didn't know, but now we must make arrangements t