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Red Moon 37-2: sweetie
The vampire gazed at her expressionlessly before tilting his head to one side. He knew something would change the moment she took in his name. He laughed softly and shook his head. He was still flabbergasted, however, that he'd been treated like this because she had no idea who he was. "I have already told you. My name is Augustin," he grumbled as the two mikos slowed down to listen in on their conversation. Dhara stopped breathing. At the same time, she finally took note of this stranger's completely black outfit. She finally noticed the long blond hair hanging over his shoulder and the strange red rims of his eyes. "Augustin?" "That is indeed the name I gave you, young Dhara," he confirmed. "Augustin, the Elder?" "So now I have been found out," he replied, gracefully closing his eyes and opening them again. "Augustin, the Elder, representative of the
Red Moon 38-1: finally !
( Three days later) Bianca was pacing up and down around the large sofa in the living room, covered with cushions in a Southern motif. To say she was a shadow of her former self was an understatement. Her eyes were haggard and rimmed with black. She watched over Emmanuelle day and night, leaving her only to ensure that the organization of Domaine Emmanuelle remained in order. The young woman had even refused to go home and borrowed her best friend's clothes for fear of leaving her unsupervised. So, whenever Emmanuelle drifted off into a deep sleep, Bianca kept herself busy by cleaning the house or tidying up purchase orders and other administrative paperwork. There was not a trace of dust to be seen, and the windows were so clean you'd swear you were looking straight out. All the cushions were puffed up and looked as if they'd just come off the factory floor, being patted by the young woman as she walked past. She had even gone so far as to mop the ceiling and walls to keep her min
Red Moon 38-2: finally !
Augustin was comfortably seated in the thick armchair of a VIP room that had been specially prepared for him. He had asked to be left alone and wanted no company. And so he found himself in a room richly decorated with dark wood and sleekly designed furniture. A digital tablet and a series of newspapers covering current events in the paranormal world had been lent to him. He rested one ankle on his other knee and placed the digital tablet on his thigh. In this way, he took a moment to keep abreast of the various news items transmitted by the Council.His stay with the Vermilion Bird had gone much better than he could have imagined. Not because the Lord of the South was a problematic creature but because he was, first and foremost, a merchant and a god who was challenging to deal with.The vampire had to admit that, had Dhara not been at his side, his request for help would have been impossible to achieve. At first glance, he hadn't questioned the pu
Red Moon 39-1: Cherry
"It's incredible," the healer murmured in wonder over the shoulder of a young redheaded woman. "Get out of the way," came the voice of the uniformed nurse. She was eagerly jotting down data on a notepad and getting annoyed at the commotion the healer was causing. "Can't you see how quickly Alpha Harry is recovering?" the healer murmured. The nurse stopped writing and turned her head in the direction of the man who was constantly disrupting her work. "What I see, Jason, is that he is still in a coma, and his vitals need to be followed scrupulously if I don't want my Alpha, Alpha Black, to rip my head off." Jason didn't have time to reply as she had already thrust her pen under the healer's collarbone to make him back off. "You are a wolf with healing powers... I am a nurse with medical knowledge and especially experience in wolfsbane poisoning and silver. All that to say, do not talk to me when I need to concentrate." Jason tugged sharply on his white jacket and finally stepped
Red Moon 39-2: Cherry
Jason was now completely unable to breathe. He had found himself lying on his stomach, his fingernails scratching the tiles as if trying to cling to life. However, standing in front of the healer's sprawled body, Alpha Black and the nurse continued to talk in low voices. "Why isn't he awake yet?" grumbled Alpha Black, glancing toward Harry. The nurse looked stoically at her Alpha and ran a hand over her eyes. "The levels of poison in his body were particularly high. Whether it was the dosage of wolfsbane or the density of silver used. Whoever commissioned the prowler was intent on killing Alpha Harry instantly," the nurse began cautiously before falling silent. Alpha Black had clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. Then, gradually, the dull rage that had clouded his mind subsided. He crossed his arms over his chest and nodded with satisfaction. "He's not as weak as I thought," grumbled Black. The nurse raised an eyebrow before giving a mocking laugh. "Alpha
Red Moon 40-1: Blood and Order
"Good morning to you, too," said Augustin, unable to mask the amusement in his voice. However, he had to grit his teeth when he felt the barrel pressed further against his skull. "I would like to ask you to remove this object from my skull so that we can proceed to a verbal exchange as any normally constituted and civilized person would." Augustin, whose eyes had begun to cloud over with a dark film, had almost felt relief when the person had removed the barrel from his head. "Finally, a reasonable person," he couldn't help thinking. Then he gently raised his hands in the air, showing his good faith, and resumed an immobile posture. "May I turn around now, or would you prefer it if we talked like this?" the vampire asked. Augustin didn't have to move to hear the crunching of branches and dead leaves to his side. He remained perfectly still and even had the courtesy to stay unmoved when he saw the older man standing in front of him. "Is that not our dearest François? I have not see
Red Moon 40-2: Blood and order
"So here is my identity revealed," the vampire replied graciously. However, the old man's hostile attitude remained unchanged. And yet, François had been delighted to go hunting this morning. For once in a long time, the Order of Hunters had not received any alerts, and he thought he'd be able to bring home some game for dinner. The world of the supernatural seemed to have taken a vacation and also seemed to have decided to leave humans alone. François, though no longer head of the branch of the Order deployed in this part of France, remained vigilant and alert to the slightest suspicious movement. When he realized that his old bones would no longer allow him to lead the fight against the forces of evil, he decided of his own accord to put an end to his high office. During a mission, he had been poisoned by a thousand-year-old dryad, and every day since, he had felt his blood harden a little more like sap drying up on the trunk of a tree that had just been bled dry. N
Red Moon 40-1: supermodel dad
Augustin finally arrived at the wood. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. He took off his coat, folded it, and let it hang over his arm. Then he began to walk, keeping his eyelids closed. With every step, the vampire knew he was getting closer to his adopted daughter. It had been ages since he'd seen her in person. And yet, every cell in his body was now telling him where he could find her. That was the peculiarity of vampire families. Whenever a vampire sharing the same blood entered another's territory, the latter immediately knew that one of his own was coming to meet him. Among other things, this prevented a rude welcome and, above all, ensured that his arrival was announced in the proper manner. Augustin slowly opened his eyes again. As his gaze fell on the path before him, he bit his thumb, piercing the alabaster skin to extract a drop of blood. As soon as the red bead had formed on the pad of his finger, it stretched and rose to take on the appearanc
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