"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
"Why is it taking so long, Valerie? You assured me that she would awaken within three days, yet a full week has now elapsed!" Despite Emaline's slumber, Alaric couldn't help but cry out in surprise. He was aware that the woman had a particular inclination to lend an ear, and their rendezvous unfailingly took place within the realm of her slumber. Every night since he had bitten the woman's neck and turned her into a vampire, they would indulge in her dreams. Their bodies intertwined in a dance of pleasure, each movement bringing them closer to ecstasy. They knew each other's desires intimately, and their bodies responded in kind. The pleasure they gave each other was a symphony of sensation, a beautiful melody that only they could create. With a heavy sigh, Doctor Bismonte removed her glasses and carefully tucked them into the pocket of her pristine lab coat. She then turned her gaze towards the king, her expression unreadable. Alaric's patience was wearing thin, yet the doctor re
Emaline found herself lying on the bed, perplexed as to how she had arrived there. She had spent the entire day basking in the glory of the sunset, and yet the memory of how she had transitioned from the balcony to the bed eluded her. Drinking blood was the foremost task on the agenda for any fledgling vampire, yet the current situation was not at all what had been anticipated. Alaric's lips and tongue were fervently exploring her navel, while his hands wandered across every inch of her form. Emaline's body contorted as she arched her back, desperately gasping for air. Night had already fallen, yet hunger failed to stir within them. Their minds were consumed by a more primal urge, one that took precedence over all else. Lust was the first order of business, and nothing else could distract them from its insistent call. As Emaline struggled to regain her breath, Alaric's gentle caresses soothed her body. “Alaric! Oh, my goodness!” Emaline let out a low moan as she tightly grasped a
"It appears that you are in a favourable disposition, my liege," spoke the courtier. Alaric gazed at Horacio as he uttered his words. His faithful friend beamed at him, causing him to roll his eyes in response. "And so," he asked, "what precisely is your point?" Alaric aid, noticing the anger in his king's voice as he was addressed. Horacio furrowed his brow and absently scratched his head. He had been standing before Alaric in the grand office for what felt like an eternity, yet the king remained aloof and unresponsive. As Horacio managed to capture the attention of his king, Alaric's piercing gaze bore down upon him. Horacio instinctively raised his hands in surrender, despite his innocence. "Pardon my impoliteness, Your Majesty, but I am absolutely thrilled for you and the Queen. Please do not harbour any anger towards me," he pleaded with a tremble in his voice. "The entire palace is aware of your completion of the beloved process with the Queen," Horacio stated. Upon hearing
Emaline's heart raced as she anxiously awaited an update from Dr. Bismonte on the condition of the child she and Alaric had rescued. "I do think this problem is worse," she said, her voice laced with concern. They do a head count to see if there are any more survivors like the small girl they rescued, but it turns out she is the only one. The children who died due to failed experiments have been buried, and Horacio is assigned by Alaric to oversee the burial of the children. The unfortunate children were peacefully embarking on their journey to the afterlife. With a heavy sigh, Alaric gazed intently at his beloved. "Love," implored the man, "will you not believe that your parents are involved in this? Emaline swiftly recoiled her head and fixed a piercing gaze upon Alaric. She hesitated to broach the subject. The woman was a skeptic, unwilling to accept anything without concrete evidence. She firmly believed that seeing was believing and would not be swayed by mere words or hearsa
“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