—You have already achieved all the glory and all the power that is allowed you. Your purpose was unattainable. You are delusional. No man can rule the whole world, many tried before you and many will try when you are gone, but one thing is certain, you all have something in common, your efforts are in vain. You are all doomed to fail.—I do not believe you! - He roars. - Have you been bribed by my enemies? Tell me how much you have been paid and I will triple it. Take her chains off, Hephaestion. - He orders.— Master, it’s dangerous. She could try to escape. - Answers the soldier in which fist rests the end of the iron chain that connects my collar and shackles.—Do as I say. She won’t escape. When presented to suffering souls on their sick bed she is bound by an oath to do everything possible in saving them.The soldier obeys and in minutes I'm free. I massage my aching wrists and neck.—Let's strike a deal, witch...Your life for mine. - Alex gasps.The soldier draws his sword and p
Yoleandra BruxainYolie:After Alex... helped me find the healing talisman / blood stone / star stone... things have come a long way. The chapters of the Grimoire have all appeared at once. All those I had already read and those I had not. It's a relief. Now I can finally read it all. There are chapters that I have already ... eh ... seen? Or something like that.Like the one where Yoleandra was standing on top of the mountain watching the two armies battle. According to the Grimoire that happened during the Gaugamela battle in 331 BC. Which was a crushing defeat to the Persian king Darío, who left the field terrified before Alexandros’ onslaught. Much of the Persian army also fled, being pursued by the Macedonians, who massacred them. Hence the conquest of Babylon and the entire Persian empire was a piece of cake for Alex from them on. For the rest, the chapter that covers Alex's death and transformation is almost identical to the... vision I had.The most laughable thing is that whe
Yolie:I wake up like every day, suffocated and sticky. Thank God the cold sweat crises have disappeared but I'm afraid that having dengue has destroyed my thermostat. Nowz I feel like a menopausal woman, suffering from hot flashes that lead me to take showers five to six times a day.I go through my days sweating and melting like ice cream in the sun. Alex protests that I've lost too much weight, that I look bony, that I must reinforce my diet. He's behaving like he's psychotic. My eternal enemy, miss body weight scale informed me without a pinch of mercy that I have gained four kilos in the last month. On the other hand, I don't doubt that Don ex Hegemon is fattening me with the intention of sticking his fangs into me.I get in the shower and wash my hair. I love the caramel scented shampoo they have here. I wonder if I could ask Yulia for Kira’s phone number, I would like to have a little chat with her on my next day off.Coming out of under the shower, I keep a towel rolled over m
Alex:Marié was hysterical. My nemesis has reappeared and threatened her seeking to force her into betraying my location. I have instructed Marié to leave France and come with her son to my home in Athens.This situation has become untenable. I'll have to rush my plans and call an emergency meeting of the coven in full.All members will have mandatory attendance. I drum my fingers on the wood of the bureau. This involves many complications. We'll have to get the mansion in Athens ready, pay for extra blood at the Bank, warn Costas and his people of the possible danger, hire extra help, and they all must be blood type AB (Vlad and the others hate it).I can't go back to Athens and leave my little witch alone with Patrick. She doesn't realize it but she burns inside a little more each day and soon she will end up begging for my touch and the relief my body can offer her. If I go to Athens and leave her here, she could throw herself on Patrick in a fit of lust. I grunt.I’ve put too much
Alex:It's ten o'clock in the morning and my tricky little witch hasn't awaken yet. Oh, last night I thought about doing so many bad things to her... But I held back. No matter what she does, she is absolutely right... all of this, all that is happening to her is my fault.—Yolie, preciosa, wake up. We have to go.—Mhmhh! - she protests, refusing to open her eyes by burrowing deeper into my chest.— Let's go. Don't be lazy. - I search for one of her succulent buttocks under the covers and give it a hard spank.She screams and opens her eyes, instantly jumping out of bed.—Why did you do that?! - She protested indignantly, stroking her sore buttock.— It did the trick, didn't it? - I answer laying down on my abdomen, placing a fist under my chin, watching her with interest. - You are particularly appetizing in the mornings. All warm from bed, with your hair tousled and your sleepy face. My mouth is watering.She lets out a little groan and covers her breasts and sex with her arms. She
Yolie: — Well then, if I'm going to be up to the neck in vampires at least tell me ... Exactly how many bloodsuckers are coming?- I say in a strangled whisper. Alex lets out a laugh, then sighs in relief. —I'm sitting here waiting for you to start hyperventilating and you go and tell a joke. — Would you rather I cried? - I ask. —No. This reaction is much better. It is unexpected but it is undoubtedly the best. —Tell me then, how many?- I insist. —Eleven. With me there will be twelve vampires. I wrinkle my brows at him. —Does this meeting have any porpoise? —Yes. We are going to discuss the best way to get rid of the enemy that you and I have in common. —Enemy? I have no enemies. —Yes, you have one. The person who tried to murder you. 000 At two in the afternoon we head to what I suspect must be the mansion's ballroom. I left my bag in the bed Alex said was to be mine room. All the guests are already here because soft music is heard coming from inside the ballroom. Before
Yolie:Another woman is approaching us, she seems to be in her forties, and she’s slim and tall. She wears a very tight black dress. She does not wear any makeup and is still beautiful. Her blonde hair is extremely long. She wears it in a huge braid hanging over her left shoulder. She comes in the arm of a man who seems familiar to me. Where have I seen him? He wears clothes that make me suspect he comes from India.—Sir. - The woman bows perfectly and looks Alex in the eyes, smiling. She speaks with a strong accent. She must be English. - It's an honor to see you again.—Georgiana. - Alex responds with a slight tilt of his head.—It's my pleasure, shreemaan. - The man greets, clasping both hands in front of his face, as if in a prayer. His English isn’t as clear and perfect as that of his companion.—Mahatma. - Alex responds imitating the Indian's greeting.My eyes widen. Oh my God! GANDHI! I'm so surprised and impressed! A hero, I am in the presence of one of India's greatest heroe
Yolie: —You promised you'd tell me. - I scold him frowning. —And I will, but not now. It is very late and you must sleep. It's four in the morning and the party downstairs doesn't seem to be ending any time soon. I have taken a bath again and have changed my clothes. There are many more servants here, luckily and one of them has brought me a white dressing gown that covers me up to my ankles. I'm sitting on the bed in the room Alex assigned me when we arrived and I have him by my side, he tries to make me fall asleep. I suspect he wants to get rid of me quickly to go plotting with his bloodsucking friends. I have removed the lenses and put them away. Right now I am applying the eye drops because my eyes sting a little. —There are many things that don't fit Alex. You said that you, that ... vampires, were a few thousand. But only eleven have come here tonight. —Actually, my lieutenants are twelve. —One was absent from the meeting. Why? —Because, the missing one is who tried to
Patrick: I am pleased with the solution I found to the issue. My Lord would be proud of me. We are in the dining room of the mansion, my human picks a salad and I make faces at the golden goblet. I dare not use the same as my lord, nor his throne. I'm not that pretentious. Besides, tonight I don't want to toast victory with blood drawn from a bag. — I didn’t understand a thing,my Lord.- My human whispers. - is marriage a sentence worse than death and more fearsome than facing years in prison? At least for your kind? I smile. —That's right,tigress. You see...our species is...complicated. When it comes to uniting, we prefer to do it with mature converts, I mean those who have been converted for more than twenty years. The privilege of immortality is granted to humans as payment for services rendered, we need human servants for certain and determined things, or for love. — I still don't understand. — Let me finish, okay? In the specific case of Cleo... I have sentenced her to murder
Cleo:It's three in the morning. I bribed the cell guard and snuck into it with my boys. Live Ra, I will not go to suffer hardships on the damn Cockatoo Island without enjoying the attention of my favorites for one last time.I thought they would devour me when they saw me, I expected to have a night of hard and unrestricted sex . But my babes have pleasantly surprised me by melting me with kisses and transporting me with the softest caresses. We have made love, rather they have made love to me and I suspect I have been happy for the last time in the eternity that opens before me. I'm lying on the floor, resting my head on João's muscular abdomen, Sebastién and Luca are catching their breath on each side of my body. They don't know, I didn't know it myself, but this forced separation has made me realize how much they mean to me. I love them. It's that easy. Each silently took hold of a piece of my cold, hard heart.Our previous Mégas knew exactly what he was doing when he punished me
Kira:After making love to me very slowly and sinking his fangs into my jugular, Patrick forbade me to wash my private parts. Apparently I must be present at the trial smelling of him in every possible way. Just thinking about it makes me blush. Beneath the white dress I am wearing black underwear that is practically visible through the fabric.We are in a fairly large room, Patrick sits on a golden throne and I am sitting on a cushion at his feet. He caresses my hair absentmindedly every two minutes. This situation is really bizarre. I look like his pet, I laugh to myself. Yes... I look like his kitten.Cleo is standing in front of us. She dresses impeccably, she is in black once again, this time she is wearing a very long dress, with a train that trails behind her, a high hairstyle and wear a small veil. It seems that she is in mourning.A group of a hundred or more male and female vampires has gathered around us. All observing the process solemnly.The three accused are kneeling to
Kira:We have come to my house. In less than an hour my luggage was packed. It's late. I have prepared a pre-cooked meal and gobbled it down as if I hadn't tasted food in a month.I try to seduce my boyfriend so we can grope or something, but he refuses, saying that I'm still in shock and that under no circumstances is he going to lay a hand on me. Arrrggg!I was right. The girls don't openly hate me, but some think I'm jumping the gun, according to Jess I'm leaving my home, family, jobs and friends behind for a man.Mila is radiant. She told us that she spent the night having the most wonderful sex of her life and that this morning she filed for divorce against her husband. Sometime during the early morning she packed up all her things and went to live with her neighbor. I'm happy for her.000We're on the jet, Patrick sits next to me, rubbing my knuckles. Last night I slept in his arms and I must say that it was a bit uncomfortable. I'll have to get used to it. A doubt assails me.—
Kira:Work today in the salon has been slow. Three clients so far this morning. I don't have to go to the orphanage because they organized a trip to the Acropolis in Athens and other excursions for this week, so the children won't be back until next week. The girls are happy that things are finally settled between me and Patrick.We have been together for two months now and although it is practically a long-distance relationship, I must say that things are going quite well. Patrick has told me a lot about his world and the duties he fulfills as king of the vampires.I nevertheless can’t still completely believe it all. Vampires and witches, loose in our world! What's next? Aliens?I would love to lie and say that we spend all of our time in bed together, but we don't. My... Should I call him boyfriend, huh?...well, my boyfriend takes me out for walks, to restaurants, to clubs, to ice skating and shopping. I love to go shopping.Two weeks ago he set fire to my red dress and those heels
Yolie:When I woke up in my bed, in my room, in my little house here in Havana, at first I thought that it had all been a dream.I got up, hysterical, from the bed, it was almost six am. I ran to the bathroom mirror and knew it hadn’t all been my imagination. I hadn't dreamed all of that. My hair was shorter and still straight thanks to the treatment Kira applied to it. I had brought from Greece what I was wearing, the contact lenses, the red dress with which I performed Alex's "liberation ritual" and the strange Áspid platform shoes.Also on my neck hung the necklace with the star stone. I took it in the palm of my hand and looked at it in surprise. The ruby had turned completely black, it also had a visible crack inside.That seemed like a bad omen. Black... like my destiny, broken... like my poor heart.000—It’s time to begin.- I muttered filling up with courage and extending my hand to Patrick,he quickly handed me the knife.—What is required?- Alex asked.I made a face.—I was h
Kira: Aphrodite in a thong! Patrick Amíntoros is back, he wants to fuck me and he won't take no for an answer. Besides, I'm so horny it wouldn’t even occur to me saying no. Oh He has me entirely and completely naked on my bed, except for the blue heels. —They make your legs look so sexy.- he murmurs, kissing my toes over the straps and buckles of my shoes. He caresses my ankles, moving his warm palms up my legs. —Do you have a fetish for women's shoes?- I ask breathlessly. —No. I have a fetish with you. Theos! He kisses my mount of venus, parting my legs with his hands, I’m completely spread-eagled and my legs tremble from how tense my muscles are. —You're so wet my mouth is watering.- he comments, looking at my entrance with a hungry expression. I feel like being a little daring. —Do you want to drink?- I ask seductively, moving to offering myself to his mouth. —Mhhh, maybe later.- he purrs.- For now I'll do my best to make you moan. He says, climbing on top of me, comp
Kira: My phone rings instantly. Its him! My hands shake but I pick up. —How do you know?-He shoots right away. Wow, not even a "Hello Kira" or a "How are you Kira?" He went straight to the point. —I found her on social networks, she posted a photo two weeks ago of the waves breaking against the boardwalk of her city, in addition the profile had her photo and her personal information. — Are you sure it was her who posted that photo? —Yes. When I did her hair treatment we talked for a while and she told me that that was one of her hobbies, to go watch the waves at that place. —Okay.-he hangs up. I groan, frowning at the screen of my cell phone. There was no "Thank you Kira" nor "I miss you, Kira." Theos! What an infuriating man! Patrick: —Your informant is correct, my Lord. The girl is here in Havana and in one piece. Her co-workers believe that she spent two months working in a private clinic in Greece thanks to a contract. However, her neighbors say that she was kidnapped s
Patrick:A month has passed since my Lord’s disappearance. That early morning my cell phone did not stop ringing. One by one all the members of the council called me. Despite being in different time zones and countries, they were all prey to great anguish and a feeling of imminent death at the same time.My lord had previously warned them of his intentions to carry out the ritual as soon as possible, nonetheless, none of them could shake the terrible episode of anxiety that took hold of all of us just at the moment our Mégas ... disappeared.—Our Megas is dead. - they whispered.—Our Megas has died.- they lamented.The others have lost the man who saved them, the man who guided them, the man who gave them a second chance... I have lost half of my own soul. The purpose of my existence was to serve him, now that he is gone... I don't know what will become of me.Kira:Villa Philipides has been closed for a month. All of Kyrios Alex's properties on Spiros have been abandoned. The gossips