"Do these scumbags secretly want to be on a list of people to die?" His thoughts provoked a snarl from deep within him. The nobles kneeled before the king, their postures exuding deference and respect. Yet, beneath the surface, their motivations were far from pure. They sought to ingratiate themselves with the monarch, hoping to secure a coveted position for their daughters or sisters as queens. He maintained a stoic demeanor as their conversation persisted. The regal figure of the King remained composed as he sat at the head of the room, intently listening to the words being spoken. His attention waned as the conversation continued, particularly when the topic turned to his cherished love. "Her incapacity to fulfill the duties and responsibilities befitting a queen is evident. We must permit our King to take concubines or wives!" Those words were uttered by Marquess Kriza Cartagenas. The courtiers were oblivious to the subtle nuances of the king's countenance. Gritting his teeth,
"We apologize, Your Majesty," the servant said with a deep bow. "We can't stop the Queen." The servants bowed low as the king made his way through the grand hall, his regal presence commanding respect and admiration. They gestured towards him and gave a subtle nod. Without hesitation, they swiftly stepped aside. With measured steps, the King advanced towards his beloved, causing the vampires within the vicinity to widen their eyes in awe. They would once more become paralyzed by a fear they had not anticipated from the King should they utter a single word or move the slightest. "No worries, love. It's alright," he reassured the woman, though her forehead betrayed a clear frown. The room was not empty. There were presences watching within, and though they remained silent, she could sense their presence keenly. She furrowed her brow at him. The woman remained silent, lost in contemplation about the potential response of those around her to a mere mortal such as herself. "Hey, have y
"Mom! Emaline shouted. "Oh' God! Emaline! My child! You are well and safe!” The sound of her mother's voice yelling was audible to Emaline. Alaric was reluctant to release Emaline's hands, but she had already let go of the king's. Dismay filled Alaric's countenance, yet he acquiesced to the wishes of his beloved. He released his grip, yet his unwavering support for her persisted. The woman remained oblivious to her destination, having never laid eyes on it before. Despite her intense desire for the moment to arrive, the woman found herself unable to act upon it, even as she and her beloved were alone in body, mind, and spirit. The occurrence of such an event is highly improbable. "Mom!" Emaline called her mother like a child. Despite being bound, the woman remained poised, eagerly anticipating her daughter's arrival. As she finally arrived in the warm embrace of her mother, she clung to her tightly, unwilling to release her cherished parent. The King himself was taken aback, for
Emaline reclined in the most luxurious spot within the palace, savoring the comfort it provided. She politely inquired as to the whereabouts of the palace's quietest nook with the attendant on duty. Directions were given to her, and she was led to this place. Her gaze was fixed on a point in the distance, though she could not discern what lay before her. Regardless of the excellence of the meal before her, she found herself unable to partake. The reason for her lack of appetite lay in the fact that her mother, who had recently regained consciousness after fainting, was still refusing to speak to her. Following her reprimand of Emaline, her mother hurled a curse at the king. In the end, Emaline succumbed to her mother's insistent demands. The wind relentlessly battered her face. A biting cold that seemed to seep into every crevice accompanied the stillness of the night. The maids and guards standing behind her were strictly off-limits, no matter how much she yearned to inquire abou
"Emaline!" A piercing scream escaped Alaric's lips as he beheld his beloved one, unconscious and convulsing, while he contended with the renegade vampires who had submitted to their faction. The man found himself unable to release Emaline from his grasp, for she clung to his arms with fierce determination. As they approached the prison gates, she suddenly lost consciousness. Without a moment's hesitation, Alaric gently tapped the rosy cheeks of his beloved to assess her condition. "Goodness gracious," he muttered under his breath. He uttered the name Horacio. “Watch out for these leeches!" Make certain that they are taken care of!” Alaric instructed his butler, With swift and practiced movements, Horacio executed his master's commands. With a sense of urgency, Alaric made his way to the entrance of the prison and swiftly retraced his steps back to his quarters. The matter of their sleeping arrangements with the woman had not yet been broached. He relinquishes the decision-making t
"Where are we headed?" As the car glided along the road, Emaline turned to the man beside her and posed a question. Alaric rarely used the vehicle because he preferred to run purposefully towards his intended endpoint while covering the distance on foot. "Love," Alaric said, "we are headed to an orphanage." Emaline stayed there, her mind reeling from the man's words. Her mind struggled to comprehend the notion that a gentleman of his stature would deign to visit an establishment such as an orphanage. "What shall we do once we arrive there?" She posed the question with a serious tone. Alaric gently grasps Emaline's hand in his own. They sat side by side. "You and I are collaborating on the organization of an outreach program. Typically, I undertake this task in solitude, but with your presence, the endeavor has become notably more effortless. We could journey together," he suggested. "I implore you not to become disenchanted with the palace," the man earnestly explained. Emaline w
"I regret to inform you that my name is not Ophelia," she said with a hint of apology in her voice. Emaline introduced herself to the child, gently extricating herself from the tight embrace. "I am an only child," she informed the young one. The child eagerly shook her head, even though she couldn't see her. "No! Ophelia!" she exclaimed, "it is you! You are my younger sibling!" The young girl muttered with a tinge of anger directed at her. Emaline was left in a state of bewilderment as she tried to comprehend the child's words. It was particularly perplexing for her, given that she was older than the child and had never experienced having a sibling. Her mother had been facing difficulties conceiving again, which only added to Emaline's confusion. Emaline gently touched the little girl's face. Emaline empathizes with the child's plight, recognizing the immense difficulty that comes with losing one's parents or family. Her heart aches for the child, and she finds solace in the notio
A week had passed since the events that transpired at the orphanage. Emaline continued to see Alaric. Emaline felt a newfound sense of liberation, despite the fact that her surroundings remained obscured from view. Emaline must be well-versed in the duties of a queen if she is to ascend to the throne. The man remained preoccupied with her, thus rendering any discussion about her eyes a distant possibility. Having just arrived from Britain, they set out to uncover and resolve the issues plaguing the land. She remains by the man's side throughout the day as he toils. Her body was weary, yet she paid no heed to the feats she had achieved through her association with the man. She breathed a sigh of relief as she noticed the man was actively seeking her input during their meeting. The man was unwavering in his focus, giving her his complete and undivided attention as she spoke. Emaline breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that the man before her truly regarded her as an equal, des
“Emaric Alline Bathory!” Emaline yelled at the child after Horacio picked him up in the human world. With a furrowed brow, Emaline cast a disapproving gaze upon her son. The woman stood in the tunnel leading to the human world, her heart heavy with anticipation for the arrival of her only child. The young lad, merely ten years old, nibbled on his lower lip, a sign of his inner turmoil. He knew that his mother would scold him and that his father would punish him. Horacio picked up the child with the Blood Faction, who was guarding the mother and son. Alaric is at an important meeting with the nobles. She exclaimed, exasperated. "I've warned you countless times that the tunnel is off-limits to minors. When will you finally understand?" Emaline's eyes narrowed as she chastised her son. The young lad lowered his gaze and remained silent, for he knew deep down that his mother's words held truth. “Humans are afraid of us! Emaline's frustration boiled over as she implored her son once a
Two weeks had passed since the intense battle with the humans, and Emaline had finally found her footing in the vampire world. She moved with a newfound ease; her senses sharpened and her instincts honed. The once unfamiliar surroundings now felt like home, and she navigated the dark alleys and shadowy corners with a confidence that had eluded her before. The injuries from the fight were still fresh, but she wore them like a badge of honor, a reminder of the strength and resilience she possessed. Emaline had acclimated to her new surroundings beyond her wildest expectations. Little did she know that the world she had stepped into was meant to be her birth parents' realm. One couldn't help but feel at ease in such a place, where every sight beheld was a thing of beauty.The sheer magnificence of this place is simply breathtaking. There is no other place like this world, especially the moon. Every evening, the radiant sphere in the sky illuminates the world with its full and luminous
Emaline enveloped Alaric in a warm embrace. With a heavy heart, the rebels laid down their weapons and surrendered to them. However, the fate of the vampires who had been subjected to cruel experimentation was far more bleak. They were mercilessly slain, their lives snuffed out without a second thought. The rebels could only watch in horror as their former allies were ruthlessly executed before their very eyes. As a punishment for their alleged madness, the flames consumed their bodies. Alaric had no choice but to take action, for he feared the harm they might inflict upon the innocent. After much negotiation later, Alaric struck a deal with the human politicians. As a result, the rebels would soon be released from their captivity. “Oh God!" Emaline embraced Alaric tightly, her heart still racing from the terror she had just experienced. "I thought I was going to die," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. The man remained silent, his sole focus being on providing solac
"What do you want?" With a fierce snarl, Emaline glared at them. Her fury towards them had yet to abate, and she vowed to never grant absolution to these brazen individuals. She was met with a pair of grinning faces. Their conscience was shrouded in darkness. "Do you require clarification, my dear daughter? My sweet Emaline, you're here. With a saccharine tone, Evelyn retorted, "It was Mama who abandoned you here, and it shall be I who guide you to the afterlife." Emaline's fists tightened as she fought to control her emotions. "And naturally, dear Donica should not be left alone either. Doesn't every family deserve to be happy and complete? And for her, that means being with her sister." Evelyn exclaimed, her hands coming together in a frenzy of applause. Emaline's fury was palpable as she bore witness to the true personalities of her once-beloved parents. The veil of familiarity had been lifted, revealing a side of them that she had never before seen. Emaline clutched her siste
The palace yard had been transformed into a gruesome battlefield, strewn with the lifeless bodies of both humans and their experimental vampires. Vampires who died were turned into ashes. The prisoners who emerged from the dungeon and served as the vampires' shield when humans invaded their domain are either dead or fighting. Fortunately, Cromwell and his beloved spouse have managed to evade the grasp of death. The remaining nobles were still fighting. The abilities of nobles are scattered. Vines snaked their way across the ground, coiling around anything in their path. Meanwhile, crackling bolts of electricity illuminated the air, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. It is also raining in other parts of the palace grounds. They are flooding and drowning the rebels and experimental vampires. Alaric, with unwavering confidence, paid no heed to the abilities of his subjects, for he was certain that they would emerge victorious. He searched his vision for the people he was supposed t
"What the hell?!" Alaric spoke in a hushed tone as he observed the brazen individuals who had breached the barrier, unable to withstand its power any longer. He ushered Emaline inside, where she found Donica Joy and Horacio waiting. He felt a sense of contentment knowing that Horacio was capable of safeguarding his cherished ones, including Donica Joy. Uno respectfully addressed his King, assuring him that his subjects were putting forth their utmost effort. "They are doing the best they can, my liege," he said. The prescience of the Baron siblings had already accounted for this eventuality. "Maricel," Alaric said, his voice low and urgent. "You must use your ability. "Slow them down," the King commanded Maricel Mamatlalu. Without hesitation, it gave a nod of acknowledgement to the King. "As you command, my liege," she said with a deep bow. The ace up his sleeve in this battle was none other than the Blood Faction. Their unique abilities were particularly effective when employed
They didn't want us to survive, my King. Alaric," Horacio spoke in a hushed tone, "they have encircled the entire perimeter of the palace." "The idea of a sizable contingent of rebels, all bearing arms, pervaded my thoughts. In addition, the narrative encompasses the individuals upon whom they conducted their experiments, who have since transformed into intrepid vampires." Alaric surmised that they were the ideal subjects for the rebels' experiment. The failed experiments lurked in the shadows, biding their time. Despite lacking the leader's approval, they launched a sudden and vicious assault. Alaric stood in awe as he gazed upon the magnificent creatures before him, his jaw dropping in amazement. The perimeter remained impenetrable due to Horacio's barrier. Horacio's role as a butler extended far beyond the typical duties of his profession. Not only was he responsible for attending to the needs of the palace's inhabitants, but he also served as a stalwart protector of the estate
Emaline spoke with a gentle tone as she turned to Alaric, "Undoubtedly, I shall miss this world, despite the trials and tribulations that I have endured during my time here." The two stayed side by side, gazing at the full moon as it illuminated the city below from their vantage point on the cliff. They spent the entire day exploring the sights to their fullest potential. Concealing their faces, they move amongst the populace with the guise of ordinary mortals. Emaline's heart raced with anticipation as she stepped out into the cool evening air. This was no ordinary outing, for she was not alone. Alaric, the object of her affections, was by her side, and she could feel the weight of his gaze upon her. It was a date, and she was determined to make the most of it. In the vampire realm, time was an infinite resource, and for Emaline, this particular encounter held a singular significance. Despite her prior blindness, she had spent her formative years in this human world, rendering thi
"My liege, we must make ready for battle." Horacio spoke to Alaric from his seat on the throne: "You are well aware of the rebels' cunning nature." Atop her throne, Emaline too was perched. After the intense confrontation, they proceeded to carry out a modest coronation ceremony for Emaline, officially recognizing her as the rightful heir to the throne. Alaric made his announcement with a regal air, signaling the arrival of the Queen and the unwavering resolve of the vampire race in the face of the rebels' threats. It was discovered that the vampires who had aligned themselves with the rebels had been utilized as test subjects for the rebels' weaponry. One of those was employed when daring to converse with Emaline. "They are already prepared, Horacio. You seem to be the only one who doesn't," Alaric remarked to his faithful companion, whom he still regarded with disdain. With a heavy heart, Horacio let out a deep sigh and cast a glance towards his colleagues, who responded with no