"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
As Emaline drifted off to sleep, her mind was consumed with worry. Little did she know that the act of falling in love with Alaric would be the key to unlocking her vision. Once more, she succumbed to slumber, drifting off into a world of reverie and introspection. "Do you not desire my presence, my beloved?" Before, Emaline had been unable to discern the man's visage, but now it was strikingly distinct. In the depths of her slumber, his striking countenance materialized before her. The dilation of her pupils was evident, a physical manifestation of her heightened state of arousal. Her mind reeled as she was overcome with surprise. The man's striking appearance surprised Emaline. The woman had beheld him in her dreams, yet she had not anticipated his godly appearance. "I -I," Her voice was silenced, leaving her unable to utter a single word. Emaline lay on the bed, her gaze fixed on Alaric. For three days, they remained silent, as she was overwhelmed by the revelations she had unc
The countenance of the king was one of contentment, yet it was not to be misconstrued as a sign of clemency. The nobles who had recently returned from their search to locate the remains of Emaline's father were well aware that the slightest provocation could incite the King's wrath and that no one would be exempt from its consequences. The entire court was in a state of obeisance, with heads bowed and knees bent before the regal figure seated upon his throne. A smile graced his countenance, seemingly oblivious to the presence of the nobles until Horacio addressed him. Horacio approached the king with a sense of urgency, his voice low and respectful. "My liege, the nobles have returned from their mission," he announced, gently lifting the King's chin to meet his gaze. After spending a delightful evening with his beloved, he arrived at this place with a radiant smile on his face. Their conversation in the bedroom had left him feeling elated. At first, the woman appeared to be timid a
"Are you well, my friend?" asked Victor's companion. With a subtle inclination of his head, the man conveyed his agreement. He had been rendered unconscious for several weeks as a result of the heinous actions inflicted upon him and his family by the vampires. His body was riddled with numerous broken bones and injuries. Victor's jaw dropped in disbelief as the memory of what had happened flooded his mind. He vowed to seek retribution. He couldn't simply allow it to occur in such a manner and release it from his mind. The denizens of this locality had been his companions up until this moment. The man chose to withhold the whereabouts of his abode for this very reason. Before the arrival of the vampires who would soon attack them, he had already dispatched a message to his comrades via radio. He knows that this thing will happen even more, and he and his wife know that they have what they need. As he lay on the brink of death, his loyal companions came to his rescue and pulled him
"Are you kidding me? My parents would never do such a thing! All they yearned for was a life of tranquility and serenity!" Emaline and Alaric occupied the drawing room. The woman had been successfully treated, and the poison had been cleansed from her system. She fixed a piercing gaze upon Alaric, despite her inability to discern his physical presence, as he emitted a deep, audible exhalation. They stayed alone in the room, the only two souls permitted within its walls. No other person was granted entry. Agitation coursed through Emaline's veins. She persists in tugging at her locks. Relief washed over her as she beheld her father, alive and well. Alaric had imparted those words to her with the intention of alleviating any concerns she may have had about their well-being. However, she found the gentleman's current argument to be nothing short of absurd. "My dear," he said, "I am not insinuating their guilty. I must inform you that the veracity of this claim is potentially substantia
In an instant, Alaric's eyes fluttered open, rousing him from his slumber. An unwelcome visitor had trespassed into his domain. His lower jaw fell open in astonishment at the sight that greeted him. He rose to his feet with deliberate slowness and carefully repositioned Emaline on the bed. The woman was gradually becoming accustomed to the notion that her companion remained by her side, even when he was not slumbering. With a tender touch, he pressed his lips against her forehead before gracefully getting up from the bed. His senses were heightened, for he knew all too well that the rebels would stop at nothing to infiltrate the palace. Spies, he suspected, were already lurking in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. He strode along the perimeter of his grand palace, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a watchful gaze. The nocturnal habits of vampires are well known, and thus it is imperative to ensure the safety of the innocent nymphet in this abode. "I sha
“Oh' F*ck! F*ck!” "Alaric!" he shouted. He strode towards his beloved with unwavering determination, his mind resolute in its purpose. Without a moment's hesitation, he knew exactly what he must do. His mind was in such disarray that coherent thoughts eluded him. "Love," he pleaded desperately, "please hold on. Don't leave me now. His words flowed with a steady cadence, while Emaline's gaze drifted upwards towards the ceiling, lost in her own thoughts. A torrent of blood spewed forth from her lips. Alaric appeared to be endeavouring to revive the crimson fluid emanating from the left side of the woman's neck. "Please," he pleaded with a desperate tone, his heart racing with emotion, "my love! Wait a moment," Alaric pleaded, unable to bear witness to her distress. He had momentarily forgotten that he was a vampire, capable of achieving the seemingly unattainable. "Keep your eyes open! Keep your eyes open!" he yelled at the woman, determined not to let her lose consciousness. The k
“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