The night just unfolds the strongest storm that ever hit the land of El Mezannotte. The rain was even falling heavy and the wind furiously made everything not just sway but dancing wild as if it was ripping the greenery around the woods. Even the thunder was clapping furiously and the lightning didn't stop from slicing the sky in anger. It was indeed a furious typhoon.
'MASTER, THEY WERE PRESSING ON.'
'The flames around the perimeter were now gone.'
In annoyance, Morbius clicked his tongue when he heard the report from his men over the castle's perimeter. He glanced over at his beloved who kept fighting with her bear fist against Lupo.
'GO! I'll handle him.'
"Please be sa
As anger was taking its toll on Natasha, she was not a doctor that everyone knew about. She began to be a merciless alpha who overly protected her pack and the land that she owned alongside her mate. Lupo wasn't exempted from her wrath. Nobody does. "This is for my lost pack and for killing my mother, Thalia." She gave two tormenting lightning strikes from the sky making Lupo howl in pain. "And this one for endangering and manipulating the innocent desire of every creature you crossed with." She was growling deeper and full of hatred. She even gave her enormous punch causing Lupo to stumble like a bouncing ball on the earthly ground before crashing and smashing two old pine trees around the training field. Natasha was empty and cold yet the heat from her anger was releasing her
It's almost a month already since they handled Lupo's situation on their hands. Everything seemed to move freely once again and peacefully but behind the wall of the castle, everyone was trying to be happy and move forward yet, not that well. "I hope Lady Nat is okay now..." one of the servants hoped for the better well-being of their lady. "She'll be...Master is there to help her this time." another one commented while cleaning up inside the kitchen. "Hope so." Another servant agreed with a hopeful sigh. Everyone was worried about their lady's well-being ever since Morbius managed to put Natasha to sleep, she hadn't woke up for three weeks already. It was almost four weeks and there was no sign of waking up and it was worrying Morbius.
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and yet, Natasha was not speaking terms with everyone. She rarely went out of the room without Morbius beside her. She walked like a hungry zombie whenever she walked alone in the hall of the castle. Everyone was a bit skeptical but when they learned about her being pregnant, they were trying to be understanding. She just has a different way of having a baby. "Wifey, I heard from Rean that you and our baby are doing great." Morbius was drying his hair after a very long day of work throughout the entire land. He was used to it before but when Natasha came, his hard work suddenly got lightened. But not for a couple of months. Natasha just watched Morbius carefully while wearing decent night clothing. She wanted to speak to him but due to her weird pregnancy, she lost her voice like it
Thunder, lightning, and heavy rain make noise outside the vast greenfield of El Mezzanotte land. There was a newly built barn house next to the hilltop castle where faint groans echoed as if there was a sick animal around. But like the old burned ones, there was a secret trap door leading to a basement filled with dust and rust, smoke, and blood from a captive creature. "KILL ME NOW!" A very loud scream echoed throughout the entire basement. But it was followed by a sarcastic laugh that echoed well throughout the walls of the basement. The lights around the space were flickering and the wall was filled with stains of random bloods of animals or traitors. The sounds of groans and moving chains were making the creepy space more eerie like a haunted space. But the further it went, a tormenting conversation began to
Time skipped from days to weeks to months and to years and yet nothing seemed to change. The sky was clear and serene even the vast greenfield of El Mezzanotte was indeed filled with peace after some annoyance and rebuilding of the land. But among the peacefulness, the local farmers finally found their other half and built their own families yet, still busy doing what had been assigned to them by their lady and master. Speaking of their lady and master, something seems to switch as soon as their youngest hits five. "MORBIUS, OFFICE NOW!!!" Natasha's fuming voice began to echo throughout the entire land alarming everyone especially her husband, Morbius. Ever since the youngest turned five years old, Morbius started doing more outside field work than usual. He trained with the newbies and youngsters including their
Thunder, lightning, and heavy rain make noise outside the vast greenfield of El Mezzanotte land. There was a barnhouse next to the hilltop castle where faint groans echoed as if there was a sick animal around. But beneath the barn house, there was a secret trap door leading to a basement filled with dust, dirt, and smoke from tobacco. “What do you think, the Master will do with him?” a voice of man wondered even though he knew what the answer would be. “Don’t ask since there’s nothing to talk about what will he do to a traitor like him.” another voice that came from a lady with a scoff beneath her breath as she smoked her tobacco. The lights around the space were flickering and the wall was filled with stains of random bloods of animals or traitors. It was really like a haunted space
"We're here to talk about you and not us." But one of them, a fledging vampire council turned the table back to the real topic they were after. Morbius’s ears twitched from overly confident tone that the newbie used. “Your tone is something, fledgling…” he impreiously commented with coldness in his voice causing the newbie to cower as if he was caught red-handed. “And you don’t have to worry about me and my land as I can rule over it. Also, if you’re worried about me being a widow, don’t bother remarrying me to some random women out there. You’re not my parents. I don't care for how long I will wait for me to decay or the appearance of my second beloved mate to marry." He continued with his cold and firm voice as he decided and cut the same discussion before getting up. "Morbius..." The caring vampire counc
Retreating to the weird night of Morbius, he went to his chamber and let himself pour a blood wine over his wine glass. He sipped as he watched the moonlight glow in a different way. "What a different night..." he coldly commented as he recalled what he suddenly felt there. He looked at his sweaty hands before letting his right rested on his left chest to feel his heartbeat faintly beating again. "...I wonder what kind of creature she is...she smelled different..." he muttered to himself before emptying his glass and letting himself do his usual workload. But as another day began kicking in, the weather was gloomy and threatening to rain at any moment. Natasha began stirring up from resting comfortably the whole night of her escapade. She let her eyes adjust as she opened her e
Time skipped from days to weeks to months and to years and yet nothing seemed to change. The sky was clear and serene even the vast greenfield of El Mezzanotte was indeed filled with peace after some annoyance and rebuilding of the land. But among the peacefulness, the local farmers finally found their other half and built their own families yet, still busy doing what had been assigned to them by their lady and master. Speaking of their lady and master, something seems to switch as soon as their youngest hits five. "MORBIUS, OFFICE NOW!!!" Natasha's fuming voice began to echo throughout the entire land alarming everyone especially her husband, Morbius. Ever since the youngest turned five years old, Morbius started doing more outside field work than usual. He trained with the newbies and youngsters including their
Thunder, lightning, and heavy rain make noise outside the vast greenfield of El Mezzanotte land. There was a newly built barn house next to the hilltop castle where faint groans echoed as if there was a sick animal around. But like the old burned ones, there was a secret trap door leading to a basement filled with dust and rust, smoke, and blood from a captive creature. "KILL ME NOW!" A very loud scream echoed throughout the entire basement. But it was followed by a sarcastic laugh that echoed well throughout the walls of the basement. The lights around the space were flickering and the wall was filled with stains of random bloods of animals or traitors. The sounds of groans and moving chains were making the creepy space more eerie like a haunted space. But the further it went, a tormenting conversation began to
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and yet, Natasha was not speaking terms with everyone. She rarely went out of the room without Morbius beside her. She walked like a hungry zombie whenever she walked alone in the hall of the castle. Everyone was a bit skeptical but when they learned about her being pregnant, they were trying to be understanding. She just has a different way of having a baby. "Wifey, I heard from Rean that you and our baby are doing great." Morbius was drying his hair after a very long day of work throughout the entire land. He was used to it before but when Natasha came, his hard work suddenly got lightened. But not for a couple of months. Natasha just watched Morbius carefully while wearing decent night clothing. She wanted to speak to him but due to her weird pregnancy, she lost her voice like it
It's almost a month already since they handled Lupo's situation on their hands. Everything seemed to move freely once again and peacefully but behind the wall of the castle, everyone was trying to be happy and move forward yet, not that well. "I hope Lady Nat is okay now..." one of the servants hoped for the better well-being of their lady. "She'll be...Master is there to help her this time." another one commented while cleaning up inside the kitchen. "Hope so." Another servant agreed with a hopeful sigh. Everyone was worried about their lady's well-being ever since Morbius managed to put Natasha to sleep, she hadn't woke up for three weeks already. It was almost four weeks and there was no sign of waking up and it was worrying Morbius.
As anger was taking its toll on Natasha, she was not a doctor that everyone knew about. She began to be a merciless alpha who overly protected her pack and the land that she owned alongside her mate. Lupo wasn't exempted from her wrath. Nobody does. "This is for my lost pack and for killing my mother, Thalia." She gave two tormenting lightning strikes from the sky making Lupo howl in pain. "And this one for endangering and manipulating the innocent desire of every creature you crossed with." She was growling deeper and full of hatred. She even gave her enormous punch causing Lupo to stumble like a bouncing ball on the earthly ground before crashing and smashing two old pine trees around the training field. Natasha was empty and cold yet the heat from her anger was releasing her
The night just unfolds the strongest storm that ever hit the land of El Mezannotte. The rain was even falling heavy and the wind furiously made everything not just sway but dancing wild as if it was ripping the greenery around the woods. Even the thunder was clapping furiously and the lightning didn't stop from slicing the sky in anger. It was indeed a furious typhoon. 'MASTER, THEY WERE PRESSING ON.' 'The flames around the perimeter were now gone.' In annoyance, Morbius clicked his tongue when he heard the report from his men over the castle's perimeter. He glanced over at his beloved who kept fighting with her bear fist against Lupo. 'GO! I'll handle him.' "Please be sa
Noises from a nonstop fight between creatures of the night. They battle by force, one was being manipulated to invade and kill while the others were defending their land. Yet, with the magical barrier, no human being outside the castle's land was alarmed by the blazing fire from the explosion happening within the castle. "Belle," Ceres called her wife as soon as they got back together in the middle of the fight. "Don't even think about using our Immortal Blood here. We're just helping them." Frizabelle quickly said to her causing Ceres to pout as she slammed the rogue's head on the ground, making it unconscious. "Let them deal the rest. We could only stun or immobilize them but never kill them. We're not assigned to do that, Ceres." Francesca added when she kicked a reckless rogue to its head
Groaning. Panting. Growling. Those are the things that were echoing throughout the entire barn house where Morbius kept his prisoner tormented. "Is that all you have? Pathetic, Morbius's pets. HAHAHA!" Lupo laughed like a lunatic while bleeding from the punches that he was receiving. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The male werewolf who was assigned to punching him shouted. "We're more than you think. We're just holding ourselves from the likes of you." Another vampire but a lady spoke with venom while smoking at the staircase's railing. "You touched our lady and this was from us." Another male vampire coldly added before a back fist slapped Lupo's face.
As another day came to their lives, Natasha and Sandy decided to stroll around the market to check things in person as well as to buy something for her personally."Sandy, what do you think? Natasha asked as soon as they came out from the fitting room of the clothing shop."Hm, they look great on you. You look professional." Sandy commented on the suit that her lady was wearing."I am. But do you think the color was the right one for me?" she asked Sandy."Anything suits you but when it comes to color, I think you're the same as our master. He loves crimson red or maroon color." She suggested as she picked the color and handed it to Natasha."Well, since I do have fair skin tone color, I think dark colors won't