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Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Rogue
Fingers which were long, separate and had sharp claws caught a bunch of pink shoulder length hair, viciously pulling her back towards its black domineering frame. "Argh!" Elizabeth groaned as sheer pain rocketeered from her head to her spine.It was not over when she felt her body caught through the wind and flung back, then slammed against the wall, before finally landing on the cold hard ground. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut from the pain, opened, and her body ran cold from the throbbing aches that spasmed from her spine to her head."Pathetic. A dog pretending to be a Wolf, it is no wonder you can not defend yourself. A disgrace." The Rogue spoke in English with the heaviest accent she had ever heard.It was close to a Vieann accent but it was Vieann.There was something Rogues despised more than regular Werewolves. It was weaklings. Their kind discarded the weaker of their Pack whenever a child had turned eight through a series of rituals.She paid no mind to the insults
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Blood thirsty
Humans? They were irrelevant, they died from age, they died from diseases, weaker creatures who hid in their little humans when the real creatures of nightmares came. Shapeshifters….. Beasts….. Wolves who came lurking out at night. Humans….. When the monsters came to play all they could do was run…. Run… Run…. Oliviér learnt that from a rather young age. Ah, they would always hide, silence themselves, peek, whenever they saw. The young boy sauntering, wondering why these humans were so fearful of him. He no longer wondered….. He was a fiend. Everyone sought a painless death. One that they go down swiftly, without enduring the pain that came before the darkness. Without the agony, with the exhilaration of the taunting feeling. He sought pain. The feeling that hurt not only the body but the mind, that sent your mind to a state of high that nothing else matters than the signal of pain the brain had sent to the rest of you. The one that sent his enemies to their knees, and tore
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Knights of Hara
How to describe the Werewolves who served Mother Earth? The monsters who thrived under the sufferings of the Commonfolks- etu ehmonsta in the language of Vieanns. In some parts of the world they were believed to be the servants of the devil…. A creature that guarded the gates of hell. But he was nowhere near. He was much different from any devil, he was the child who basked under the light of Mother Earth, forsaking the cruelty in the Werewolves' nature. No…. he was the son of the incarnate of pure hatred, and evil in one. In the eyes of the humans the great butcher of the false goddess. He would spend his free days feeding the Lowborns, teaching the children and fighting tooth and nail to grahr them SOME rights in the Kingdom but he would still never change in their eyes. Just like his race he was another monster of the false goddess as they would always point out behind his back. Created to be greatness alongside his comrades in the army, they would cause strife and pain to Commo
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Dreams can come true
Elizabeth arrived at Grey district where Oliviér's directions lead her. "I can not remember the last time Master Oliviér had a woman here, I am still surprised he sent you here." An old man said, eyeing the white handkerchief with the signature OLX sew into it that Elizabeth had handed him.Elizabeth removed her eyes from the grey walls with silver insignia all over it. The perfectly arranged table with alcohol filling it, the several doors showing how big of an apartment it was."Come, come, let me show you to the guest room." The old man led her down the lengthy halls of Oliviér's home.The guest room was clean, which was not surprising seeing as how his parlor was clean as well."You can sleep here tonight, when Master Oliviér returns I will tell him of your arrival," the old man bowed before leaving the room.Elizabeth nodded, looking at the wide bed. She wasted no time crawling into it, not even bothering to remove her clothes or washing herself.….A pair of blue eyes flashed o
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Authority figure
Warm fair velvety tight skin rippled as his muscled hands slipped into the white long sleeves. Hard flat chest slowly being concealed by the white print shirt, the ugly head of a spiteful falcon reared its head on Oliviér's shoulder blade, it's red eyes looking as realistic as can be achieved.His face no longer had blood dripping from it, rather it was now polished, fair skin as always sheening inhumanly, golden-red eyes peeking from his slim cat-like lids, artistically aligned soft features that almost rendered him with air of a female if not for his tightly muscled body.His red tongue slipped from his mouth, the wet limp sweeping upon his soft blood red muscles. "Mornings must be rather hectic for you, look at you, you remind me of an intoxicated rabbit." He hushly said, looking from the corner at the blue eyed girl that had entered the parlor. She deadpanned at him. It was true that mornings took a toll on her. Her already unruly hair would turn wilder, rougher, like an insane t
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. The Rousseau Villa
*Five minutes earlier. "Straighten your back, you look unappealing with that posture," Oliviér quietly groused before rapping his curled fingers on the wooden hall doors of the Rousseau Villa. Elizabeth who was wearing Oliviér's shirt refrained from rolling her eyes. "May I know why we're here sir?" She asked, still gazing at the hall doors. They had arrived at the Rousseau Villa in Ayhorn District. Oliviér shifted his golden-red eyes to the corner watching her face which had turned bloated and slightly red from irritation. He never knew red was such an appealing color on Commoners. "A couple of documents were sent to me early dawn. It turned out before his execution Gentry Galloway had confessed to trying to sell some kind of artifact to the dead Lord… but the Investigator found no such thing on the crime scene." Elizabeth snapped her head towards him. Her eyebrows dipped. "But, isn't it possible that Bleach took the artifact? "It" had killed everyone so "it"could have taken th
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Constantine Rousseau
The man had black hair, it was plaited into thick braids that was knotted into a thicker braid at the back, the long braid thrown on one shoulder falling down to his stomach.He had a big build, a build that Elizabeth found herself comparing to Knight Sebastién Wright. His shoulders were broad, and muscles thick and hard, pressing against the black button up long sleeve, each taut muscles outlining from his black long sleeve.His complexion was darker than what Elizabeth had seen in Hara. It was darker than hers, but still lighter than the men in Vie town. Rising from his strong jaw then to his angular face and high cheekbones, lips formed readily plump and paleish blue, black eyes narrowing down at her with the tiniest of moles below the corner of his left eyes.He sniffed, his chest rising exaggeratedly, resulting in Elizabeth seeing how the robes that binded his V collar together had losendd roughly, allowing an explicit display of his sunkissed solid chest."What is it Vushka?" Th
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Frenemies.
Oliviér stepped down from the stairs, each step slow and easy as if he was the owner of the house. One of his hands were dug into his pockets, a part of his hair pushed behind his ear.Elizabeth had never seen such a cold look on his face before. His eyes that were trained on the Duke looked sharp yet hard and unforgiving, and there seemed to be a strand of vein pulsing on his fair neck.He spoke. "It's been a while, Constantine." He stood at the end of the stairs.Constantine Rousseau stared back at him, he did not mind the murder gleaming in Oliviér's eyes, simply smiling cheerfully."I haven't seen you in years, Fóix, always so busy with the next murder case, which is what I presume you are here for?"Constantine stretched out his hand towards Oliviér, who caught the hand in a friendly shake, although Oliviér's face was not too friendly.Oliviér suddenly broke into a laugh, his expressionless face now brimming with joy. "Ah, Constantine, don't be ridiculous, can I not visit a frien
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Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Crime analyst Jaime!
009 was making his way to the bedroom, as he hit the blocked door the elderly man and the young female jolted in shock.Jaime sighed, his eyes looking down at the book in front of him. "The butler has failed to exterminate the enemy."Lady Constance turned to him with sharp eyes. "What shall we d—"The door was torn off it's hinges and slammed on the ground.Emerging from the counter, Jaime's eyes swirled a myriad of different colors. They bore holes into the Shadow that had entered the room as if daring it to attack again. Before 009 could register what was happening a chair flew towards him, to which 009 responded with a snarl and then it dispersed, and then re-materializing in duplicates of itself.Lady Constance immediately reacted by defending herself against a small group of duplicates that sprung an attack with hellbent conviction on eradicating her. She had grabbed the fireplace poker stick and was using it to diligently deflect all the blades that were seeking to impale him
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Hell of a butler [2]
Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon.It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground.The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.A person with a slender tail trailing behind his legs stalked through a long hall. You could hear the thudding noises it made as it stalked through the hall, and slight hisses.The Shadows could certainly hear it. The lead Shadow spoke. "Scatter, I don't have time for this child games,"The right hand Shadow– 009 would have wide eyes if he had them at the lead Shadow's order. "S
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Hell of a butler [1]
Back at the Rousseau Villa a white haired butler did his work efficiently.Wiping a glass cup in his hand he had a clear expression on his face as he focused immensely on his task. The cold wind chilled against his back and the eerie sound of the moving wind filled the room."I hear snakes have very sharp senses that they can basically taste air." A solemn voice said. "You will die."You will die. Those words were anything but new to the white haired butler. Having lived a secluded life, he was used to those words. An abomination to Earth Mother and everything her church stood for, he had found himself living a life that was away from others because he knew for his kind of person only death would await him if anyone was to discover his identity.The butler smiled. Oh did he hate sneaky rodents.He was accustomed to being cast to die, hell even the universe wanted him dead. Since a little age the universe itself wanted to murder him, after all being an abomination was a sin against th
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Mallory Buford the Wolf
Alistair was just about to stand up and bounce but upon seeing the small smile in the man's lips he halted himself from trying this.He asked. "What are you investigating?"The man's smile widened. "Firstly I am Oliviér Fóix, secondly do you know a man by the name Mallory Buford?""Mallory Buford?" Alistair's mouth was suddenly feeling dry.Oliviér placed his arm upon the counter, his expression unable to tell much of his thoughts."Why are you investigating Mallory Buford? Is he dead?" Alistair asked, shuffling uncomfortably in his seating position.Oliviér jolted an eyebrow. "Why? Do you wish him to be?"Alistair's eyes popped for a moment before he shook his head, doing his best for his eyes to not meet the golden-red eyes of this strange man."Of course not," Alistair quickly replied.Oliviér's eyebrows came back down. "That is a good thing, it is also good that you know Mallory Buford."Alistair looked like he had choked on his own saliva when he heard those words. He breathed th
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Two faced Noblemen
The youthful man touched her light olive hand with tenderness and another one gripped her chin softly. "Mhm," she moaned quietly as a warm electric shock speared through her body at the contact. Vanilla and Strawberry mix attacked her senses, lowering all sense of fear and further turning her logical side into putty.She swallowed, darting her eyes from Nicolás to Sebastién in fear and anxiety. But the excited Nicolas did not take notice of that as he smiled happily at her."Let's dance Lizzy!"Elizabeth on the other hand was feeling stiff from having his hand on her chin. She hoped she once again was not red but she had a feeling she was."Lizzy?" The man said, his voice hoarse giving off the feeling of the crispness from a delicious meal.His expression gave off one of confusion, but any innocence that was present in his confused look was neutered by the dangerous humor in his green-red eyes.Her skin had run hot again while she tried to preserve her dignity by calling him to order
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Marietta [2]
Sebastién looked at her. She continued. "Is that not the man in this sketch?" Elizabeth asked, opening the sketch to Sebastién."Is that not Edwin Hoover?" She looked towards the man staring at the young girl in fear.Sebastién glanced at the old man. Squinting his eyes from the sketch to the old man. "There is a striking resemblance." Sebastién said.Elizabeth nodded. "Yes there is," Elizabeth replied. "What do we do now?" She added."We wait for a little…. Observe before going in to question him." Sebastién said in response.Although Sebastién was not a master detective like Oliviér, Sebastién was a decorated Captain of one of the most elite brigades. Elizabeth understood he was not completely useless in detecting. So she decided to trust his decision."I swear you always do this, Father. Why must you sit here and wallow for that woman mindlessly?" Marietta voiced in an unusual chippy tone.Elizabeth took note of something. Although Marietta's features were strange and were not clea
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Marietta [1]
"Night has come, Lizzy." She heard the youthful yet whiny voice of the male next to her.She resisted the nagging urge to roll her eyes. She had pacified herself about the disappearance of her Superior as a much needed break from bitterness, but it turned out there was not much sunshine at the end of the rainbow.Who knew Nicolas was so talkative? Elizabeth was happy to have such a sunny individual for a change around her but she spoke for anyone who had ever met Nicolas that…. He was way too sunny.There was always something to speak about when he was around. She wondered if he was well respected around Commoners with this relaxed attitude."We still have not found this Edwin Hoover. It is beginning to seem this sketch will not be of any use," Nicolas said, leaning against the wall.While Elizabeth was listening to him speak more about how tiring this was becoming she made sure to have wondering eyes. She had to say old people were more energetic than she thought. Thinking about how
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. 22 Farenpotter [2]
The place reeked of cigarettes, something highly intoxicating, alcohol and sweat. Bodies were grinding against each other to the slow music playing. Alistair dropped his glass of martini on the bar counter, and rested the side of his head on the hand propped up on the counter listening to the careless rambling of the adorable brunette in front of him. The red haired man put on an attentive face, with his eyes trained on the ever moving lips of the lady in front of him. "So you'd call yourself a traveler?" She asked, finally bringing the attention back to Alistair.Alistair arched his ginger eyebrows, piqued at the sudden turn around of attention. The girl– Marionette, Alistair thought was her name had been ever so eager to keep the attention on her. Alistair was surprised she'd suddenly stopped talking about her lonely life and her demon cat. Alistair replied. "I would, I'm the kind of person that loves to explore the world. There's so much beauty this world has to share to settle
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. 22 Farenpotter [1]
The scent of sin wafted the air. One would fear that only stepping foot inside the building was enough to condemn you into damnation for the kind of sins that soaked the air. Bodies grinding together. Body sweats, alcohol, and possibly something far too intoxicating coming in contact in the air."Of course 22 Farenpotter street is a night house." Oliviér said with indignation as he entered the building loaded with people each either enjoying the solemn music or practicing in some illicit affair.Oliviér noticed it was not just humans that filled this place. They were even Werewolves who engaged their carnal desires with either their kind or humans Some of these Werewolves bared their elongated canines as they rubbed and touched their partner. It was unclear what they aim of unleashing their fangs, but Oliviér could only assume there was some deranged fulfillment from this act. The sound of humans and werewolves writhing in the pleasure of having these wolves scratch these fangs alon
