ABIGAIL’s POVGuilt gnawed at me, its sharp claws tearing at my conscience. The memory of Damian’s pleading eyes haunted me, but every time I tried to focus on him, my thoughts drifted back to Bastian. The way he made me feel, the fire he ignited within me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.I wandered aimlessly through the halls, lost in a fog of confusion and regret. But as the night wore on, guilt began to mingle with another, more primal feeling—a longing I couldn’t suppress. Bastian’s words echoed in my mind, challenging me, stirring something deep inside.Without fully understanding why, I found myself outside his door. My hand trembled as I reached for the handle, my heart pounding in my chest. I pushed it open and stepped inside, my resolve wavering.Bastian looked up from where he sat, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it melted into a knowing smile. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”I hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room in a few quick strides, my
It's the year 1626 in the gloomy days of Europe, a young french lad, Damian Luis is walking back to his home in central Paris after a very exciting night with the ladies, he was the charmer of Paris as some called him, his good-looks and perfect choices of words made ladies fight each other just to spend a little time with him.But that particular night was different, it was unlike the others, it was darker, quieter, and spin chilling but the young man didn't seem to mind as he headed blissfully home thinking about one of the numerous girls he has come in contact with, but unlike the rest, he liked this one her name was Miranda but as his mind was filled with thought of her he heard a sound, something like a loud crash which took his attention making him halt in silence." Who is there?" he asked, with no response other than silence he continued his way.As he moved ahead he felt like something followed him but there was nothing whenever he turned back there was nothing. He felt like t
As Damian escaped into the dark, his mind only darted back to the girl he just held in his arm. On the other hand the girl had gotten back to the bus and the journey continued and her fellow passengers trying what they thought was to calm her down and make her feel comfortable but her mind too was fixed on the monster, she looked deep in its eyes and saw that there was a good soul behind the scary mask, she felt deep down somehow that there was something human about the beast, she felt a connection but at the end maybe it was just dumb what she was thinking about.The next day In one of the brightest mornings of mid spring, the doorbell of Damians home rang and his butler got it. It was Mr Damians new assistant who was to arrive today, the butler led her to the room she would be living in and told her she could see Mr Damian at the table for breakfast.The girl's name was Abigail Granger, and she was from California and she was also the girl from the previous night which in most opini
The day at work had come with a lot of stress and damian just wanted to blow some steam anyway possibly and he thought of man's second best friend after the dog, some nice booz or rum or whatever ever you would call it, sitting in his office it was the only thing was Abigail, he didn't know wether to go drop her off or something.Damian finally decided to ask her if she would care to join him, which she hesitated at first but finally agreed, they went to a pub in the centre of the city where they would get some drinks, initially it was going to be barely just a pint or 2 but as time progressed the had pint on pine and shot on shot it got to a stage where even Damian who was very resistant to alcohol had reached his saturation point though he was only disoriented." Sir, why do you always look stern and serious" Abigail asked," well I don't know I guess there's nothing that has been able to make me lighten up, and I've seen a lot" he replied, " do you like me sir" she asked again, " w
AUTHOR POV After having some time of passion in the room Damian came out leaving Abigail asleep, he went to his room to take a bath. While in the shower the thoughts started coming through, his fears started taking over he was becoming more and more insecure, what have he just done, he cannot let her in his heart he was too scared and it was too dangerous but deep down he knew he couldn't stay alone again, he knew he wanted the warm comforting presence of a woman, he wanted a life but each time he saw her eyes it reminded him of what he was, just a sad bad monster. All these thoughts ran through his mind while the chill waters of the showers ran down his body. Damian finished bathing and went down to the living room to binge watch some movies, and so he did and suddenly out of nowhere Abigail jumped on him with a very proud smile, hugging him and giving him a hug from behind and for the first time in centuries he looked at a woman differently, he saw a wom
AUTHOR POV Abigail got home, finding Damian already fast asleep in the living room so she just quietly got a blankie covering him with it, she went upstairs to her room fell on the bed and let her heavy eyelids shut themselves taking her to dreamland . In the early morning's, Damian was already up doing his daily workout routines, but this Time was different he didn't do it filled with rage, sadness nor anger but rather with happiness he was genuinely happy , he could hear the birds sing, feel the light morning breeze, hit his skin so gently he had goosebumps, the oxygen he breathe was just so pure, that's just how happy he was . Abigail woke up some hours later getting ready for work almost as instantly as she woke up, and also it was a Monday, what a trashy day to work, on getting down stairs breakfast was already served with Damian already helping himself with some, " please have a sit madam" said the butler said, " oh mr alfred you're back" Abigail said while
AUTHOR POV Damian was still the process of finalising a business deal with a very huge firm and was in his element's that particular day, Drew on the other hand left shortly after Abigail left and for the former, she was still in her office stressing over her friends advice, Damian had finally sealed the deal after some hours with back and forth with the CEO of the firm but at the end it paid off, the men had themselves a coffee and the ceo of the firm invited mr Damian to a party hosted at the firms mother company, and he was allowed to bring himself a plus two, but by the time the men were done with all their talking and chatting, it was already about 6pm, with the party starting at 9pm , Damian went back to the main office building but Abigail had already left for home, so he too went back home. Abigail had already been home long enough to start working her mind with overthinking again, then she heard a car pull up by the house and knew it was Damian so she quickly compo
AUTHOR POV “Wake up…wake up.” Jason, Damian’s friend, kept on tapping him, trying to wake Damian who fell unconscious after he shift back to his human self.Damian slowly opened his eyes surprised to see Jason, he looked around only to find himself in a strange room, naked, his clothes were on the floor torn into shreds.“Man why were you moaning, and screaming take my dick I’m going fuck you like crazy,” Jason said staring directly to Damian, who still have a confused look on his face.“Wait man don’t tell me you, were having sex in your dreams.” Jason said laughing.“What do you mean, why am i here, were is the lady with big boobs and butty.” Damian asked staring at Jason who couldn’t help but burst into laughter again."Oh, Damian, my dear friend," Jason chimed in with a teasing tone, "seems like you had quite the adventurous dream! Big boobs and a bountiful booty, huh? You must have been having the time of your life!"Damian, still trying to shake off the confusion, managed a sh
ABIGAIL’s POVGuilt gnawed at me, its sharp claws tearing at my conscience. The memory of Damian’s pleading eyes haunted me, but every time I tried to focus on him, my thoughts drifted back to Bastian. The way he made me feel, the fire he ignited within me, was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.I wandered aimlessly through the halls, lost in a fog of confusion and regret. But as the night wore on, guilt began to mingle with another, more primal feeling—a longing I couldn’t suppress. Bastian’s words echoed in my mind, challenging me, stirring something deep inside.Without fully understanding why, I found myself outside his door. My hand trembled as I reached for the handle, my heart pounding in my chest. I pushed it open and stepped inside, my resolve wavering.Bastian looked up from where he sat, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it melted into a knowing smile. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”I hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room in a few quick strides, my
Meanwhile, Damian paced the hallways of the house, his mind in turmoil. The confrontation with Abigail had left him shaken. He had hoped that bringing her and Zion back to the house would mend the rift between them, but Bastian’s brutal honesty had only widened it.Damian couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Abigail’s anger and hurt were palpable, and he knew he needed to find a way to make things right. He decided to check on her, hoping to find a moment of calm to talk things through.As he approached Bastian’s room, he heard muffled voices and his heart sank. He recognized Abigail’s voice, but the tone was different—soft, intimate. He pushed open the door slightly and his worst fears were confirmed.There, on Bastian’s bed, were Abigail and his brother, locked in a passionate embrace. The sight of them together sent a wave of rage and betrayal crashing over him. He wanted to storm in, to tear them apart, but he knew it would only make things worse.Damian backed awa
ABIGAIL POVI tried to pull away, but the fire in his eyes and the heat of his touch made it difficult. “Bastian, I can’t—”He silenced me with a kiss, his lips hungry and demanding. I struggled for a moment, my mind screaming that this was wrong, but my body betrayed me, responding to his touch.“Bastian, we can’t do this,” I whispered, breaking the kiss.He looked at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Why not? You deserve to feel good, Abigail. Let go, just this once.”I hesitated, torn between my loyalty to Damian and the burning need I felt. Bastian’s hands roamed my body, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t extinguish.“Please, Abigail,” he murmured against my neck. “Let me make you forget, just for tonight.”The sound of his voice, the feel of his hands, it all became too much. My resolve crumbled, and I surrendered to the moment. Bastian lifted me onto the bed, his touch gentle yet insistent.As he undressed me, I felt a mix of guilt and anticipation. I knew this was wrong,
As the months passed, the wounds of betrayal began to heal, albeit slowly. Abigail and I worked tirelessly to rebuild our relationship, and though it was never easy, our love for each other and for Zion gave us the strength to persevere.Margaret, sensing that her influence over me had waned, became increasingly bitter and isolated. She no longer held the power she once did, and her attempts to come between us grew more desperate and transparent.One evening, as the sun set over our home, Abigail and I sat on the porch, watching Zion play in the yard. There was a sense of peace that had been missing for so long, and for the first time in months, I felt a glimmer of hope.“Damian,” Abigail said softly, her hand resting on mine. “I know we’ve been through so much, and I know that things will never be exactly the same. But I want you to know that I see the effort you’re making, and I appreciate it.”I turned to her, my heart swelling with gratitude. “Abigail, I love you more than anythin
The days that followed were a blur of guilt and despair. Abigail refused to speak to me, and Zion’s once-bright eyes were filled with confusion and hurt. The trust and love that had bound us together seemed irreparably damaged.Margaret, ever the opportunist, tried to seize the moment to draw me closer. But every touch, every whisper, only served to remind me of the betrayal I had committed.“Damian,” she purred one evening, her hand tracing circles on my chest. “We could be happy together. We could start anew.”I pushed her away, my voice filled with anger and regret. “This isn’t what I want, Margaret. I made a terrible mistake, and I need to fix it.”Her eyes flashed with anger. “Fix it? How? Abigail will never forgive you.”“Maybe not,” I said, standing up. “But I have to try. I love her and Zion more than anything. What happened between us was a mistake.”Margaret’s face twisted with rage. “You’re a fool, Damian. She’ll never take you back.”“Maybe,” I replied, my resolve hardenin
The weeks that followed our victory over the witches were tense. The fragile peace in our household was constantly under threat, and Margaret seemed to be at the center of it. Her presence was a constant reminder of the past and the dangers we still faced. But beneath her cold exterior, she harbored a burning desire—a desire for me that had never faded.One evening, as Abigail and Zion slept soundly, I found myself alone in the study, the weight of recent events heavy on my mind. The door creaked open, and Margaret stepped in, her eyes glinting with a predatory gaze.“Damian,” she said softly, her voice like velvet. “You seem troubled.”I looked up, my guard momentarily lowered. “Just thinking about everything that’s happened. The witches, the artifact, the danger we’re still in.”Margaret moved closer, her movements smooth and deliberate. “You carry so much on your shoulders. It’s not fair.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “It’s my responsibility. I have to protect Abigail and Zion.”S
The journey back home was filled with a sense of triumph and exhaustion. We had accomplished what seemed impossible, but the cost had been high. Our alliance had grown stronger, forged in the fires of battle.When we finally reached home, Abigail and Zion ran out to greet us. Abigail’s eyes were filled with relief and pride as she hugged me tightly. “You did it.”“We all did,” I said, looking at our gathered allies. “We couldn’t have done it without everyone’s help.”Zion looked up at me, his eyes wide with admiration. “Daddy, are the bad witches gone?”I knelt down, ruffling his hair. “Yes, buddy. They’re gone. You’re safe now.”Bastian and Margaret joined us, their faces weary but satisfied. “We need to stay vigilant,” Bastian said. “The witches might be weakened, but they won’t give up.”“We’ll be ready,” Abigail said firmly. “We’ve proven that together, we can face anything.”As the days turned into weeks, life began to return to a semblance of normalcy. We continued to train and
As we approached the witches’ territory, the atmosphere grew heavy with dark energy. Shadows seemed to move on their own, and the air was thick with the scent of decay. We moved cautiously, every sense alert for the slightest hint of danger.“We’re close,” Margaret whispered, her eyes scanning the area. “The artifact is hidden in a cave beneath the witches’ stronghold.”Lucian nodded, his vampire senses honed to a razor’s edge. “I’ll scout ahead. Keep low and stay quiet.”He vanished into the shadows, his movements almost imperceptible. We waited, the tension in the air palpable. Moments later, Lucian reappeared, his expression grim.“There’s a patrol up ahead. Five witches, heavily armed,” he reported.“We’ll have to take them out quietly,” Bastian said, his voice low. “Any noise could alert the entire stronghold.”We moved forward, our steps silent on the forest floor. The patrol came into view, their dark robes blending with the shadows. Bastian signaled, and we split up, surroundi
DAMIAN POVThe next few weeks were a flurry of activity as we prepared for the inevitable return of the witches. Our home became a fortress, fortified with both physical and magical defenses. Bastian and I continued to train Abigail, pushing her to her limits to ensure she was ready for anything.Our alliance with the other supernatural factions grew stronger, each group bringing their unique strengths to our cause. Lucian and his vampires provided surveillance and intelligence, their nocturnal nature making them perfect for night patrols. Alaric and the werewolves patrolled the forest, their keen senses alert for any sign of the witches.Margaret worked tirelessly on strengthening the protective wards and researching new spells to counter the witches’ magic. Her knowledge and dedication were invaluable, and despite our rocky past, I found myself trusting her more each day.One evening, as we gathered around the fire, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. We had become a family of so