Vladimir's POV(Continued)"Alright," she agreed easily. "But what abut Jo? How will we find out what a breaker is?""Time, Lilya, time. The pieces of the game are far from complete child, you must learn to have a little patience."For now, it was best to play my card close to the vest. Everything I’d learned about a breaker so far, has been to my benefit, not the sisters. And Alyna couldn’t have gone through so much trouble unless she had a use for Joanne. Until I knew what Alyna’s plans were, I had no choice but to play a waiting game."Go and make the arrangements, Lilya. I want Anna in Tartu as soon as physically possible.""Yes, sire." She marched out of the room and seconds later, the front door slammed shut.Alfred and I continued playing until Lilya's car left the compound.Just to be safe, I sent a telepathic order to Alfred. 'Go and search every part of the house. Ensure she's gone.' Alfred nodded once and left to do as I ordered. Ten minutes later, Alfred was back in the gam
{A/N: INTERMISSION! The next few chapters occurred before the meeting at Axel. The reason for the flashbacks is because a few pertinent facts have to come to light before the story can progress. But once we are back to Jo's POV, the story will progress at it's actual timeline.P.S: The dates and time have been added because it's a countdown to Jo's birthday, the day that she comes into her power!This Lilya's POV. Lilya is...a rather interesting character, and I will let you decide whether she is villain or heroine. But one thing is for sure, she is always Team Lilya.***Warning.*** There are two scenes of whipping and bondage in Lilya's chapter. The first is consensual, but the second is not.}FLASHBACK.July, 1724.Somewhere in Durbent.“Please mistress.” Wormy strained out, sweat dripping from his face. I made a slow rotation around his suspended form, completely ignoring his plea. With a flick of my fingers, I threw the log in my hand into the small bonfire directly beneath him.
Lilya's POV(continued)For a highly trained hunter, Grayson Callahan's penthouse condo was ridiculously easy to break into. The condominium belonged to the hunters, but all of the residents here were humans. Foot soldiers, the lot of them. Mundanes who knew about the existence of beings that were usually the stuff of fantasy books. But that was all there was to these humans. They knew about our existence but handled no sensitive information for the hunters, therefore easily dispensable should an attack occur. Until Grayson Callahan moved in.Now there were five ghosts in the building across the street, watching the goings and comings of everyone in this building like a hawk. Hunters' hierarchy, much like their living situations, greatly differed from a witch's or even the vampires. They had their leader, Stravos. But unlike during Kostov's time, he had no right had man. Instead, Stravos got himself five right hand men, and each of those men led a particular faction in the guild. Th
Lilya's POV (Continued)While I was explaining, Grayson took advantage of my supposed distraction and flung himself at me. There wasn’t time to even turn around. I grabbed hold of his shoulder and used his momentum to push him straight into his headboard. Quicker than a flash, Grayson rushed me again, this time landing a vicious right against the back of my head. The force pushed me to the floor and I rolled on instinct before his foot could connect. That had been….fast. Extremely fast. His attacks were barely two seconds apart.A small, round half yellow half white tablet caught my attention. My eyes trailed forward to find a white plastic bottle that had no label on the floor, pills littered around it. I reached for it, but Grayson got there before me. He kicked me in the head before bounding off to the other side of the room.I got to my feet slowly, measuring the hunter again, my mind running through everything I knew about him. He hadn’t been this strong when he was in my captivi
Lilya's POV (Continued) Air rushed through me as the skyscrapers around me turned into a blur as I jumped down the forty floor condo. I landed nimbly on my feet and pulled out my phone even as I walked towards the royal blue mustang waiting for me two blocks over. Of all centuries, I certainly loved this one the most. The nifty little gadgets at my fingertips are nothing short of exhilarating. It actually made plotting a lot more fun. And ridiculously easier. Nova picked my call on the second ring. The sound of the city buzzed around her, but I had no interest in finding out her present location. "The recording is on my phone. Retrieve it. Once you have delivered the package, Stravos is no longer your mission. You are now to devote all your resources into finding out every single thing you can about Grayson Callahan’s history." "Yes mistress," Nova replied drily and hung upon me. When I got under a streetlight, I stopped and I held out the triangular yellowish pill into the ni
{Author's Note: New character alert! In this chapter, we will meet a very important character. For now, we will call her mystery lady because she doesn't want to reveal herself yet. She loves mayhem and is here to help the story along, or throw wrenches in people's plans....depends on who you ask to be honest.P.S: Her chapter is in the third person. It will be this way until the moment she decides to reveal her identity, But if you would like to take a guess, you can let me know in the comments.}The Streets Of Variku, Tartu.Friday, 2nd of August, 20243pm.Mystery Lady's POV:The town was bustling. It had been bustling in much the same manner when she had last been able to see it in person. Though the buildings were different -a lot different- and their technology much advanced, things were still the same. Well, maybe not the same. They were still in the shadows, and getting pushed further and further into the shadows while the nightcrawlers got bolder. But not for long. The time
The Braille Mansion, Lourve, Hiiu. Sarturday, 3rd of August 11 A.M Mystery Lady's POV (Continued) Two centuries. For two centuries, they have diligently worked to perfect their plan. They have worked to rid the world of the abominations and return their kind to the pedastal they deserved to be upon. The culmination of all that hard work was in three moons. However, all of that hardwork would be for naught if the ranks of the seven was not complete. Of the three missing ranks, they had found two potential sisters even if the mark was yet to choose them. The third remained a mystery, her identity nothing but conjecture at this point. But the two sisters they were aware of? The first was the breaker and the second should come from the line of the Braille family if the mark kept to patterns of old. And what do these two have in common? Neither one of them knew a thing about their world! They were absolutely clueless about their heritage or even how to wield the power in their blood. A
The Braille Manor, Milpitas. Friday, 2nd Of August. 10 A.M Anna's POV “What are you doing?!” The aggrieved voice bellowed from behind me. “Mum!” I yelped and nearly jumped out of my skin. The broom clattered to the floor when I whirled around. I wanted to retrieve it, but the unholy glower she shot in my direction had me freezing to the spot. “I asked you a question, young lady,” she growled, her eyes flashing. “Uh, sweeping?” I smiled wide and hoped it eased her ire. Mum only glowered harder. “Rita!” I flinched at the sharp tone. But before she could screech our cook slash maid’s name again, the poor woman rushed into the kitchen. “Ma’am?” Rita Ingrand asked with a short bob and a confused frown. She was a round woman in her mid forties, but she moved fast for her size. “Why is my daughter doing your job? Have you become so incompetent and lazy? What do I pay you for if you cannot do something as simple as sweeping?” Mum thundered angrily, her ample bosom heaving beneath he