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Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter Seven
Imelda’s POVI have been waiting for this day ever since I woke up in the stone circle surrounded by the spirits of my old coven.They say time heals all wounds. Well, I’m here to say, that is total bullshit. It’s been a century, one hundred years, since my mother chose to end her life and pass her deathless gift to me. One hundred years, and I still have a hole in my heart where she used to fit.The thing that hurts the most is that it was her choice leave. I understand, though I find it hard to accept, but she could have told me. She could have given me time to prepare myself, to ask the questions I will now have to hold onto until we meet again. It feels like she left a conversation part way through, she just turned her back and walked away.In my typical fashion, I did not take the news of her passing well. Okay, maybe I’m polishing that a bit. I fell utterly and spectacularly apart. One night, when I couldn’t carry the burden of my grief any longer, I sat inside the circle of tow
Last Updated : 2023-07-15Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter Eight
Marcel’s POVWith a deep and steadying breath, I embrace the dawning of a new day and take my first steps towards a future governed by myself. My heart beats furiously with a mixture of trepidation and hope.After several hours of running through fields, wading across icy streams and avoiding the main routes into and out of Blackstone, the forest finally comes into sight. The dark green haze which looms tantalisingly on the horizon is where my answers await me. Halen’s warning rings in my ears, ‘those who go in, do not come out’.“Another of your lies.” I utter to his disembodied voice inside my head. If Imelda could see me now she would probably think me a mad man. To be honest, it’s more for reassurance than anything else.As I venture closer to the densely packed treeline, the haunting echoes of howls reach my ears, a chilling reminder of unknown dangers which lie ahead. My hand unconsciously drifts back up towards the amulet Evangeline gave me. The sun is now at its apex, but its
Last Updated : 2023-07-17Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter Nine
Constance’s POVI watch from the window as my son’s tall, dark figure retreats into the thick mist. My heart is heavy with a potent mixture of grief and envy, I know he has felt like a prisoner here for almost as long as I have. I would give nearly anything to be running from this place right beside him. First there is something I must do, and when the deed is done, I too, will be free to begin living my life.It has been fifty-six long days since Marcel left. I am not losing my mind, not yet anyway. I know the figure I see in the mist is only a memory of the morning he left. It is the feeling of hope that this memory gives, that keeps me going when it feels like there is no point in waking up every morning. The hope that I too, will soon be free like Marcel.Evangeline creeps into the dining hall and the screeching sound of chair legs scraping along the polished wood floor sets my already tender nerves on edge. She is now my only comfort in this cold and lifeless castle, since Marcel
Last Updated : 2023-07-19Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter Ten
Halen’s POV“We are this fucking close to tracking her down.” I hold my finger and thumb a hairs breadth apart in front of Vince’s face, my body convulsing with anger as I fight the urge to rip out his throat and have one final drink from his useless corpse. “This close. And you and the rest of them can’t even keep watch over one silly girl and my wife. What the fuck is the point of having you around if you are incapable of earning your keep?” I can barely see through the descending red mist. It’s not just that they are missing, but they have no idea of the dangers outside our gates. They could be absolutely anywhere.Vinny looks terrified and rightly so. It wouldn’t surprise me if he soiled his breeches, it would not be the first time I have scared the shit out of one of the incompetent leeches hanging around the place. They come here, pleading for health, strength and immortality, but very few are prepared to pay the price I ask in return for the gift only I can bestow.Vincent has
Last Updated : 2023-07-22Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter Eleven
Marcel’s POVDays turned into weeks and weeks into months.I have settled into a peaceful life with Blackledge Pack, it is about as different from my previous life as you could possibly get. The people here are all one big family. They hear each others thoughts, work together in everything they do, raise their children, or pups, as a community, and everyone has a place.I know I don’t really belong here, the wolves are not my kind, but I feel more at home with the pack than I ever felt under Halen’s roof. The old woman I met my first day here, Gladys, has become a real friend to me. She and Imelda have known one another since well before my time and it turns out Imelda is partially responsible for the pack's supernatural longevity. Imelda’s magic draws on their ancestral bond with the land and life is literally funnelled into the collective. I can’t help wondering if Halen knew exactly what lie within these woods or if he simply knew that whatever it was, was beyond his reach and unde
Last Updated : 2023-07-25Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter Twelve
Evangeline’s POVMy visions of this evening have been pretty accurate up until this point. I saw the cave, the stake, even the flowers, but I did not foresee the conflict between Constance and myself. I have lived through each and every day, spurred on by the thought of putting an end to Halen’s tyranny and getting justice for the slaughter of my family and destruction of my home. Not once did it occur to me that Constance would want to slay her demon.She has lived under his rule for much longer than I, and if I am honest with myself I know she has earned the right to be the one who uses the stake, but I can not let go of the burning hatred that drives me, I will never get over it if I fail to fulfil my vow to end him.“He will be in the library soon and the fire should already be lit.” Constance whispers and looks at the bundle of pale blue flowers in my hand.“I will meet you there. I just need to get a couple of things from my room. Do you have everything you need?” I ask her gent
Last Updated : 2023-07-30Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter Thirteen
Clarence’s POV I knew I shouldn’t have blocked the mind link before coming down here. I thought everything was in hand. By the looks of Gilbert, the threat is real and there is no time to waste. There is no sense in running out there without knowing what we are running into, that just leads to mistakes, not something our vampyre friend concerns himself with. Marcel doesn’t hesitate for even a split second before disappearing out of the chamber and back up the tunnel in a blur of black. The cloak he always wears whips about behind him as we stand in awe of his speed. I don’t think any of us have seen him move so fast, he has been holding back in his morning ritual of racing the little ones. “What exactly is happening?” I calmly ask my middle son as we jog up the tunnel and into the house. I know Imelda’s shield will keep rogues out of our territory, but that doesn’t mean the pups won’t accidentally stray across the magical border. “Five rogues are pacing the barrier on the western b
Last Updated : 2023-08-01Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter Fourteen
Evangeline’s POVHalen takes a step backwards and turns his attention to Constance. He looks at her in a way I have never seen before. Disappointment perhaps, a hint of anger, maybe a bit of fear. His brows knit tightly on his forehead and his mouth pulls into a tight line across his face.The smoke from the flowers is thickening and settling in a barely noticeable cloud against the high ceiling. It isn’t going to do any good up there. The stake in my hand is getting heavy and my wrist aches from its physical weight but it’s the mental act of waiting that is consuming my energy.“I did this all for you, my love. To protect you and keep you safe. You do not understand the dangers beyond our gates.” Halen begins his appeal to Constance’s conscience and the love she once had for him. He knows her to be weak, which is not true. She is the strongest woman in this god forsaken place, there is more to strength than brute force. Enduring this sorry excuse of a man for centuries is a testament
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Imelda’s POVThe look on Marcel’s face said it all and more. He feels the bond and will not tolerate anyone messing with what’s his, not even her mother. I must admit I was unsure if he would embrace it, I never expected Evangeline to be the one to fight their gift though. The more I get to know her, the more she surprises me. I quite enjoy giving the wolves a poke every now and then, but pulling the vampyre’s strings and getting him worked up might not have been the best way to go about the next phase of my plan,Their bond was bestowed on them before the notion ever crossed their minds, but with them being who and what they are, their minds were never open to the idea that it could be possible. That is part of the reason I sent marcel to Clarence. I needed him to learn about their Goddess gift, the strength it gives the werewolves, their reason for fighting and loving fiercely. I hadn’t thought such a short stay with the pack would be so impactful. At least one battle has been remov
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Marcel’s POVLeaving her with Imelda doesn’t sit right with me, I should be in there to give her comfort and protection. I know Imelda won’t hurt Evangeline, at least not in a physical sense. I’m more concerned about her heart and mind. My Eva tries to hide her softer side, she has been in survival mode since the day we met. Showing no weakness, that is what has kept her whole all these years. Deep down inside I know she cares, the things she has seen have changed her, hardened her exterior and taken away the innocence of youth. In her sleep she cries out for her mother which tears my heart in two, and all I can do us pull her closer and hope that my touch gives her some comfort. After all, it is my blood, my father and his monsters, who killed everyone she has ever loved.Eva will hold her own with Imelda. Of that I have no doubt. She will not show the cracks in her armour to anybody, she rarely lets her mask slip in front of me. It is what she carries inside that concerns me. She ke
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Evangeline’s POV At the time I knew we would be heard and in the throes of passion I did not care. Now in the cold light of day I regret not making at least some effort to stifle my moans and pleading for the blessed mother to spare me from the sweet torture of Marcel and his mission to own every part of me, body and soul. The looks from the combined packs aren’t looks of disgust, the men in the pack live for their mates and vice versa, but I make a conscious effort not to walk bow legged as I make my way to the table we sat at last night. The Alphas, the Luna, Imelda, Constance and Matteau are already there and digging into breakfast. I sense Imelda’s approval as Marcel and I approach, hand in hand. Her face gives nothing away but there is a small part of me that is pleased she is content with our coupling. Maybe it’s because I don’t want to have to defend us to anyone but deep down I know it’s because she is my mother and her acceptance means more to me than i ever considered. La
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Marcel’s POVThe whole time they talked about the threat coming for us and the death of Halen, all I could see inside my mind were the images of what could have happened to her, to my Eva.She is here now, in my arms, the heat of her flesh warms my own and her whimpering gasps as I explore her depths with my hand set my soul alight. She calls it her sacred place and it is a most appropriate name. I would spend forever on my knees, worshipping at her alter, and my life would be well spent.“Mar.. Marcel...” she stutters my name between gasps as my tongue tastes the salty glean on her skin. My knees sink into the loose sand and her fingers glide along my scalp as she takes hold of my hair in fisted fingers.She always does that. Tries to stop me as I lower my head to taste her, but her resolve soon dissolves and rather than trying to keep me at a safe distance she pulls me closer. Her hips rock steadily, her grip tightens on my hair and the fingers buried inside her. My tongue glides be
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Evangeline’s POVTelling Marcel about the circumstances of our departure from Blackledge was difficult for me, the act of taking a life still weighs on my conscience, though not as heavily as it had done at the time. He remained stoic throughout the entire recount. Constance was very succinct, sparing some of the minor details but still holding everyone’s attention with her story.Alpha Clarence, Alpha Ignacious and Luna Lucia were all present, as well as Matteau, who she sat in the arms of the entire time. Tonight has been full of surprises for all of us, some good, others troubling. Constance did not appear as taken aback by the appearance of her lost love as I had anticipated. I, on the other hand, was struck dumb by the sudden appearance of Imelda as Constance and I sought the cover of the woods so that we could make our way to the coast in its relative safety.She appeared out the shadows, her long hair billowing behind her, her scarf loosely wrapped around her neck. She barely l
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Imelda’s POVThe midnight sky glows orange and the black smoke from Blackledge castle billows into the sky, choking out the silver light of the moon.She did it, they both did. My daughter succeeded where mother and I failed and I could not be more proud of her, of both of them.I can do nothing but watch from my hill top position as they ride away from this cursed place. Lady Constance has been a most unexpected gift. Her allegiance and open mind made this victory possible, she is not like him, her husband. It is clear where Marcel inherited his kind nature and pure heart. She isn’t as unencumbered as her son, there is darkness and pain in her heart, but not because of what she is. Her pain is caused by the curse of another goddess and the missing part of her soul.In their infinite wisdom, the blessed mother and the moon goddess bound a werewolf man and a human woman. I like to think they hoped to unite the races, but who am I to guess at the inner workings of a deity’s mind? Whatev
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Marcel of The Lone Mountains- A Vampyre’s story Chapter Thirteen
Clarence’s POV I knew I shouldn’t have blocked the mind link before coming down here. I thought everything was in hand. By the looks of Gilbert, the threat is real and there is no time to waste. There is no sense in running out there without knowing what we are running into, that just leads to mistakes, not something our vampyre friend concerns himself with. Marcel doesn’t hesitate for even a split second before disappearing out of the chamber and back up the tunnel in a blur of black. The cloak he always wears whips about behind him as we stand in awe of his speed. I don’t think any of us have seen him move so fast, he has been holding back in his morning ritual of racing the little ones. “What exactly is happening?” I calmly ask my middle son as we jog up the tunnel and into the house. I know Imelda’s shield will keep rogues out of our territory, but that doesn’t mean the pups won’t accidentally stray across the magical border. “Five rogues are pacing the barrier on the western b
