The nightmare was over. Thanks to the holy celestials who stopped the war that almost caused the empire's destruction. They distributed healing potions to those who were injured and with the gods' blessings, they were able to revive those who were killed. But the said revival of the dead was only for humans who were involved in the dispute between the vampires and beasts. Ezekiel, the messenger of the gods and goddesses, had to wipe the memories of the bloody war from the human’s mind, to protect the peace. He believed that if humans knew nothing about the existence of other races among them, as long as the blood and beast tribe avoid causing conflicts to one another that will harm the mortals, they could live their daily lives without fear.
Ezekiel was meticulous when doing his job, it was almost a complete perfection like nothing happened if not for the bloodstains that could be seen here and there. It made the
In the Northern part of the Vacil Empire, there was a specific region where the temperature never rises despite season changing. The cold was dreadfully unbearable. It was known as the snow paradise for the snow never stop falling throughout the year but for few, it was accurate to be called the hell’s gate. There was a legend about hundreds of years ago, about the blood demon king who emerged from the snowy ground in the north. His skin was as pale as snow while his hair was the opposite, as it was black like the starless midnight sky. With eyes as clear as the frozen ice, he looked ethereal. Walking in the ice desert, barefooted, his crimson blood tarnished the pure white surface. It was said that he rose from hell to create a world where demons, humans, and other races coexist. He wandered to different lands with nothing but his cursed blood which possessed great power. In his journey, he met people whom he shared his b
The antique pendulum clock in the living room struck at midnight. Its melancholic roar echoed in the whole mansion. It may be strange but this sound made the lady of the house curl her body even more on her bed, hoping for an extended trip to dreamland, but that was not the case. Lavinia opened her eyes when she felt the cooling breeze brushing her skin. She wandered her hands on the surface, only to find no one. Fear crept inside her understanding she was alone, again, inside the dull room where she had a multicolored world of her own. “Sebastian?” Lavinia called, anticipating the man to answer, but, to her fright, no one responded. Lavinia draped the blanket on her body before getting up. She glanced at the midnight sky from the window. The stars were shimmering, making the midnight atmosphere bearable for one who feared the dark. It’s unlikely for her to look at the sky since Sebastian warned her to remain inside the mansion, claiming it’s dangerous outside, and she complied. She
The antique pendulum clock in the living room struck at midnight. Its melancholic roar echoed in the whole mansion. It may be strange but this sound made the lady of the house curl her body even more on her bed, hoping for an extended trip to dreamland, but that was not the case. Lavinia opened her eyes when she felt the cooling breeze brushing her skin. She wandered her hands on the surface, only to find no one. Fear crept inside her understanding she was alone, again, inside the dull room where she had a multicolored world of her own. “Sebastian?” Lavinia called, anticipating the man to answer, but, to her fright, no one responded. Lavinia draped the blanket on her body before getting up. She glanced at the midnight sky from the window. The stars were shimmering, making the midnight atmosphere bearable for one who feared the dark. It’s unlikely for her to look at the sky since Sebastian warned her to remain inside the mansion, claiming it’s dangerous outside, and she complied. She
Lavinia’s soft breathing could be heard like a melody played in the middle of the night. It was gentle in Sebastian’s ears. Nobody would have thought the lady with a frail body could kill someone with her bare hands. ‘Her memories might be altered but the pain of being betrayed once must have a deep impression in her heart, lending her strength to protect herself from any harm. Even when she hasn’t awakened her true power,’ the vampire lord thought to himself. “Come out,” he ordered. Two men came out from the shadows and bent their heads in reverence for their master. “My lord, your humble servants pay their respects,” they greeted. Sebastian turned around and led to the exit. He took a glance at the beauty sleeping on his bed before ushering them out of the chamber, accompanied by his servants. The stench of blood grew stronger as Sebastian approached the room at the end of the corridor. He raised an eyebrow when he found the door sealed. “So she learned to be cautious of her cri
The midnight sky was fading, welcoming the dawn and sooner, the morning daylight. Most people were at the peak of their dreams at this time of the hour, except those who belonged to the vampire tribe. While several vampires went hunting, careful of their actions, so they won’t be found out, the elders in the Duke’s mansion were having their predicament. “Ah!” Landro screeched in pain when Sebastian snapped his left arm without moving an inch from his seat. “My lord! Please consider it!” Landro continued to petition for his wish. “Nonsense.” Sebastian shook his head in disagreement and did the same trick with Landro’s right arm. “Speak once more and your head will be next,” he warned. The elder zipped his mouth. He might be a few hundred older, but the lord was tenfold stronger than him. “This is expected,” Cisto, the other elder and the head of the Lohbrev, said. “If you’re against his idea,” he gawked at the poor elder with twisted arms, “You’d better focus on how to make Lavinia
Lavinia fixed the bed, opened the window to let the sunshine in, and inhaled the fresh air. The aromatic scent of the green leaves and wildflowers mixed in the open was pleasant, giving the lady more energy to start her day. Wearing a bright smile, she left the room to follow her lover. The smell of melting butter on baked bread pervaded the entire kitchen. Lavinia licked the side of her brims. The thought of having a savory breakfast after a delightful morning encounter with Sebastian made her hungry. “We ran out of cheese. No eggs left,” Sebastian said, wiping butter on Lavinia’s face, grinning, as he leaned down and rubbed it. “You’re mistaken, wipe it on bread.” Lavinia made a face, “Do I look like one?” Sebastian smirked, he held Lavinia’s waist and he made her sit at the table. “You look fresher than baked bread, I figured out the butter would dissolve faster on your face,” he leaned in and whispered in her ears, “It melted faster with my tongue though.” Lavinia blushed, her
Lavinia became teary. But she doesn’t want to back out yet. She hadn’t tried it before. Her curiosity got the best of her. Putting the thing inside her mouth should be the same as when Sebastian put it inside her, down there. As the ritual went on, Lavinia pushed his length deeper into her throat and pulled it out at a fast pace. It wouldn’t fit so it took her some time to get used to the feeling, trying all she could to make the man emit lewd sounds. Sebastian always gave her the best things she could ever wish for, first the colors, and then she could listen to his divine voice, moaning in satisfaction. “Hah! You like that?” Lavinia asked, pausing for a while. She was doing it for a few minutes but the thing got bigger whenever she was done adjusting its size, giving her a hard time breathing. Sebastian turned his gaze away, “You’re doing fine,” he replied, embarrassed at the fact that Lavinia was giving him a blow job. “Hmm… let’s stop right here,” Lavinia said and got on her fe
“What do you think?” Lavinia asked, spinning around to show Sebastian’s clothes that she was wearing. ‘Sexy,’ Sebastian thought. He gasped and extended his hand. “People need not see you in a beautiful dress, so they could swoon over you. Let’s go,” he said. Lavinia shrugged and grabbed Sebastian’s arm. “It’s more convenient to wear this than the dresses though,” she stated, linking their arms together. “Why don’t you buy more of this for me?” “Can’t. You’re a lady and still have to wear pretty dresses when you’re with me.” Sebastian helped her get on the carriage. He made sure that she was comfortable in her seat before sitting next to her. “Buscia city,” Sebastian told the chauffeur. “Yes, my lord.” The old man pulled the reins, and the carriage moved, thanks to the horses dragging it. “Buscia city? Is it far?” Lavinia asked. “No, it is a few miles away. They have better goods than in the local market,” Sebastian explained. “You’ll see many fine things you might like over t
In the Northern part of the Vacil Empire, there was a specific region where the temperature never rises despite season changing. The cold was dreadfully unbearable. It was known as the snow paradise for the snow never stop falling throughout the year but for few, it was accurate to be called the hell’s gate. There was a legend about hundreds of years ago, about the blood demon king who emerged from the snowy ground in the north. His skin was as pale as snow while his hair was the opposite, as it was black like the starless midnight sky. With eyes as clear as the frozen ice, he looked ethereal. Walking in the ice desert, barefooted, his crimson blood tarnished the pure white surface. It was said that he rose from hell to create a world where demons, humans, and other races coexist. He wandered to different lands with nothing but his cursed blood which possessed great power. In his journey, he met people whom he shared his b
The nightmare was over. Thanks to the holy celestials who stopped the war that almost caused the empire's destruction. They distributed healing potions to those who were injured and with the gods' blessings, they were able to revive those who were killed. But the said revival of the dead was only for humans who were involved in the dispute between the vampires and beasts. Ezekiel, the messenger of the gods and goddesses, had to wipe the memories of the bloody war from the human’s mind, to protect the peace. He believed that if humans knew nothing about the existence of other races among them, as long as the blood and beast tribe avoid causing conflicts to one another that will harm the mortals, they could live their daily lives without fear.Ezekiel was meticulous when doing his job, it was almost a complete perfection like nothing happened if not for the bloodstains that could be seen here and there. It made the
The elders were almost done subjugating the beasts intruders in the capital. The potion that Claudia made helped them a lot, although, the number of casualties was more than what they expected. Those who have the ability to heal others started to spread out to help. One person came to their mind when they found out a lot of survivors but were severely injured. Rupert Millavo. The only person that could possibly treat all the injured at that moment, it should be him. Aside from learning medicine, he was known for treating patients with a hundred percent chance of living. After he captured the main threat and the mastermind behind the beasts attack, Cisto went to the hospital to check on the doctor. He was expecting Rupert to be tending on the patient and couldn't believe when he actually saw him fighting against an alpha."Oh, this redhead was here all along then?" Cisto muttered when he recognized Rupert's opponent. They wer
The blue sky was suddenly covered by thick, humongous clouds. Even the proud sun left no trace of its light. Thunders roared above as flashes of lightning crossed in the dark sky. There was no sign of rain or a storm coming. It was more like a bad omen befallen on earth.“It’s a bad idea to leave the cave,” Seth said while stopping Latina from leaving. After she gave the baby a name, she started to get panicky.“No, we should leave immediately. I could hear them coming. It’s dangerous if they find out about Victoria,” Latina argued. Hugging the baby in her arms, she walked out of the cave. The wind was strong, but she made sure that her baby was safe.“Who are they? If you want to leave then we should head back to the lord’s mansion,” the knight suggested.
It was midday. The bright sunlight reached the interior of the cave through the small cracks above. The thick fog earlier in the dawn was gone. The sparrows in the wild started to hunt for insects to eat after several minutes of singing. Life went on outside the cave while a new life was expected to bloom inside. On the contrary, countless victims lose their lives in Buscia City. The war was still going forward and between the sharp fangs of death, humans perished one after another.Seth was breathing loudly while leaning his back on the cave wall. He fell asleep after scooping Latina from the ground when she slumped down while crying. He had no idea why the lady was suddenly emotional. Comforting wasn’t his forte. Afraid to say the wrong thing that might worsen her mood, he offered his shoulder to leaned on, and she cried silently until she was tired. Latina dozed off. She was sound asleep when she felt a stinging pai
Chaos. A word that best described the bloody scene. Men and women, children, and old, they cried, begged, and desperately prayed to be spared. The once lively capital turned into a lake of blood. Corpses were everywhere and it kept increasing. Some were intact while most of them were ripped, smashed, and with missing parts. The stench smell of blood was all over the place.The special soldier led by Tyler rampaged. They killed anyone they see breathing. Pulled their guts out from their body, sliced their head and limbs off without blinking an eye. “Go get them all!” The blue alpha ordered. He was sitting on a bench while watching those around him plead for mercy. ‘Too bad… if I couldn’t kill the strongest then I’ll eradicate the weak first,’ he thought. His leisure time ended when he was pinned down on the ground. He felt a strong force pulling him from below.
The sun was at its highest peak. Coming towards the southern borders of the Vacil empire, hordes of raging beasts was approaching. Led by their respective alphas, the beast warriors lined up in an open field, approximately ten kilometers away from the empire, beyond the mountain ranges, waiting for the signal to attack. While the secret soldiers of the Wyslien kingdom have already begun their sneak attacks earlier than planned. Composed of the best fighters from different packs, under the direct command of the blue alpha, Tyler, they started their mission: To eliminate vampires as much as possible.For the citizens of the empire, specifically in Buscia city, it was yet another day to live. Without knowing about the upcoming disaster, people started their daily activities. The vendors opened their stalls first thing in the morning, hoping for a bountiful sell for the day. Store owners and other large establishments had their
In the vast night sky, the faint light coming from the stars could be seen. They twinkled alternately every second as they worshiped the serenity of the moon. It was a night to remember for those who were still awake and had witnessed the rare sight. Nah, not because of the magnificent moon and the stars above. Since on that particular night, they weren’t only the jewels of the sky that sparkled. The distance between the sky and the earth seemed to shortened when bolts of colorful lights were swiftly chasing each other in the air. They weren’t falling stars nor meteors which could only land on their specified direction unless they exploded before hitting the ground, or they split into countless fragments and caused a massive ray of lights everywhere. These unique bolts of lights were only the excess waste of energy, turning to flammable dust and resulting to colorful fire when colliding with the kindling temperature in the air due to the strong reaction of the earth&rsqu
The lady in the armor led the way out to the forest with the confused knight in tow. The trees and the mystical heavy air was familiar. Seth stopped on his track and inhaled a lungful air. His brows frowned when he came into one conclusion: The forest was exactly the same as the previous one where he was conversing with the witch.“Damn witch! She tricked me,” he muttered, lifting his head to follow the lady in front. “W-what?” the knight panicked when the lady aimed her sword to him, ready to pierce his eye any minute. ‘What’s wrong with her?’ he asked himself.The lady who called herself ‘Kiera’ glared at him. “I’m used to society’s label but I won’t accept it if someone like you whom we fight for referring to us as witches.” She watched him carefully, waiting for his next move and