LOGIN“I love you so fucking much,” he breathes against my lips, his forehead resting against mine. His voice is a husky whisper, carrying the weight of his emotions. “Thank you for everything — for our son, for this life, for a future that looks brighter every damn day because of you. You’ve given me a f
VerenaI sit quietly in the softly lit room; the air filled with the subtle scent of lavender and sage. Nastassja moves around with an air of focus, setting up the final components for the soul extraction and replacement ritual. My mind drifts to Niklaus and Arsenio, sleeping peacefully under his f
“In all lives that may come, and in all universes that may exist, you will always be my son, my light, and my hope. You have King blood in you and you are destined for greatness. By my will, and by your forefathers' blessings, so will it be.”After reciting the vow, I lean down and gently kiss Veren
“A son…” he whispers, then he murmurs something in Greek, I’m assuming—a prayer or a promise, perhaps both—before leaning over to kiss my forehead.“Thank you, Verena,” he chokes out, his voice breaking. “Thank you for giving me a son, a blessing.”His gratitude, so heartfelt, so raw, eases the last
VerenaThe pain is indescribable, a relentless, consuming force that grips my entire body. I’m clutching the sheets, my knuckles white, screaming as another contraction hits. Niklaus is beside me, his face etched with concern, his hands attempting to comfort me, but right now, I’m not having any of
I nod, understanding her struggle. “That’s completely valid, and I get it. Kris disappeared when you needed her. It’s not something you can just forget.”She sighs, looking down at her hands before meeting my eyes again. “I know. And I’m glad she’s doing good now, really. But you’re right, it feels
Niklaus Lying in the plush bed of my hotel room, the soft hum of the city below barely permeates the thick glass windows. My thoughts linger on Verena, her smile, the warmth of her touch, and the promise we made tonight. A contented smile spreads across my face; she’s finally accepted me, agreed
Verena I wake up to the soft, gray light of morning filtering through the curtains, and for a moment, I lie still, allowing the remnants of a dream—a very vivid dream involving Niklaus—to linger in my mind. The memory of last night’s reality, though, quickly nudges the dream aside. I can’t beli
They’re all waiting for me to do something, and here I am, rendered helpless. As the sounds of sirens begin to build in the distance, my consciousness flickers, waning. I hold onto her image, a beacon in the encroaching dark. “Verena,” I whisper. Then, nothing but darkness. *** Consciousness cr
Verena chuckles, and I can picture her shaking her head. “You’re laying it on thick tonight, Niklaus. What’s got you in such a good mood?” “Just being with you does it,” I confess, letting my sincerity bleed through the flirtation. “Makes me realize how much I miss you when you’re not around.” The







