I knew that if I wanted to claim her, I had to play the game on their terms. But the fact that Gamma Celeriac allowed me to leave with her, despite knowing that I needed her blood to lift my curse, made no sense. Still, I had no choice but to go along with it. A devil like me—someone who thrived on blood and chaos—had no boundaries, and it would be no different with her. As long as she gave me her blood, I would play the role of a gentleman. But the misunderstanding between us felt fatal. She had been touched only by me. No one else. I had thought I made that clear. And yet, she was trapped in a nightmare of her own making, one where I was the villain. This woman… "I don't know them!" Her voice rang out as she stood in front of a group of people who seemed genuinely concerned for her. Leaning against the car, I watched in silence, irritation flickering across my face. The way she reacted to them, as if they were strangers, made it clear—she had forgotten them. Or perhaps
Gamma Celeriac, "Master! You shouldn’t have left her with Hades Wraithborn!" Aurora’s voice was laced with urgency, her hands trembling as she clenched them into fists. "If he really is King Davies’s son, Lady Elysia is in danger. Don’t you know he killed all the women of Carl-stron City?" Her concern was palpable, her golden eyes filled with unmasked worry. She had never supported my decision to send Elysia to the human world, let alone erase her memories. And now, with Hades Wraithborn involved, her unease had turned into outright desperation. But what other choice did I have? The Moon Goddess was the overseer. She knew Elysia’s words were true—she had been reborn. But it wasn’t by the will of fate. Or a second chance Elysia claimed. Hecate had done it, twisting destiny to claim her soul. Her soul , my daughter's soul was equal to mine. If she could get hers, who knew what destruction she would bring? And while Elysia had once defeated Hades Wraithborn, he had never truly di
Hades,"Boss! The client has accepted the termination proposal. They won’t ask for compensation, but in exchange, they want us to provide the exact goods to their different branches!" Alex Graham placed the termination letter on the table, his voice steady as he explained the details. He was a human—the caretaker of my villa in the human world. Unlike the rest of his kind, he had long known of my existence. "Good. It’s a fair deal," I muttered, clicking my tongue before grabbing another file. Then, without looking up, I asked, "Did she wake up?" Alex hesitated. "Not yet. My father said the amount of blood you took might have weakened her, but… he’s surprised that a human like her is still alive." A slow smirk tugged at my lips. *Human?* The Graham family had been my loyal guards for centuries, yet they still refused to believe in werewolves. They knew I was a vampire, but they assumed Elysia was just another mortal. I stood up, adjusting my sleeves. "Let’s meet her." Ale
Elysia,Strangely, both my father and Hades failed to erase my memories. As if their magic didn’t work at all. It was almost amusing to think about—two of the most powerful beings I knew, unable to manipulate my mind. But what unsettled me more was the sense of familiarity I felt in the human world. Standing on the rooftop of this unfamiliar house, I inhaled the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers, the cool breeze brushing against my skin. There was something oddly peaceful about this place. Maybe it was my mother’s genes—her human blood running through me, making me feel connected to this world in a way I had never expected. One thing I had realized in this quiet moment was that life wasn’t so terrible if you didn’t spend every second consumed by revenge or pain. Darkness was everywhere, but if we allowed it to become our sole focus, we would never know what happiness truly felt like. “It feels nice,” I murmured, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. The air carried
Honestly, his words didn’t really make me think twice. Let’s be real here—I was in a rural area. Did he actually believe there would be some wolves just waiting around for my Ella to take down? After a long, comfortable shower, I cooked myself a hearty yet huge meal. Ella became a bit extra during this time, running wild, hunting rabbits, and seeking out anything edible. I could feel her restlessness buzzing beneath my skin. I sank into the couch, letting the plush cushions swallow me. The house was nice, eerily quiet, but cozy. A soft breeze drifted in from the slightly open window, lulling me into a state of calm. "Miss Elysia!" Alex's voice rang from the kitchen. "I’m done putting away the groceries. I have to leave today. Are you staying at a hotel?" "Hotel?" My brows knitted together as I turned to him. "No. Hades told me to stay here." "Really?" Alex hesitated, his expression shifting to something wary. "That’s weird. On a full moon night, we aren’t allowed to stay in.
"Where is Hades Wraithborn?" No.5 asked, his crimson gaze piercing through my mind like a scalpel. The corner of his lips raised with a certain optimistic grin. "I don’t know!" My voice was eerily monotonous, like a pre-programmed response. He frowned, eyes narrowing as he stood. "What’s your relationship with Hades Wraithborn?" "I don’t know!" I stood still, like a robot, going through the final testing. "Is she really hypnotized?" No. 2 leaned against the couch, a smug smirk curling his lips. "She is. Her pupils are dilated," No. 3 murmured, stepping forward. His eyes gleamed in the dim light as he inspected me, tilting my chin upward like I was some experiment. " His power of hypnotizing is strong enough to make me go through the worst nightmares! This is just another blood bank for us. She will be under his control""How did you come here? In this house?" No. 5 ignored the others, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "Are you human?" "By bus. No, I am Elli
I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting the salty metallic blood as I watched Hades's brow rise with amusement. "I thought—!" he closed our distance, now mere inches away. "I was the devil here. Seems like you aren't any less!" My eyes followed his lips as they inched closer. My heart pounded, faster than usual, as he pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth, running his tongue over the blood smeared there. His hand trailed from my wrist to my chin, his crimson-red eyes locking onto mine. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You have Demon Blood. Only Fenrir possesses that blood." "Elysia Celeriac." He chuckled darkly. "I thought you only knew how to use your claws and that sword. Where is that sword?" His eyes burned into me, possessive and knowing, as if he saw something no one else could. I smirked, biting my own finger until blood welled at the tip. Before the droplet could hit the ground, his eyes glowed with hunger, like a predator about to devour its
Hades pressed his lips gently against the scar on my shoulder, a brief, almost tender gesture. The warmth of his breath lingered as he moved away, carefully grabbing the blanket and tucking it around me, taking extra care with each movement. There was something about the way he handled me — so cautious yet commanding — that left me feeling strangely vulnerable. After securing the blanket, he grabbed a shawl and draped it around his waist before rising to his feet. "Those Vampires might know your existence here," he said, his voice low, as he approached the bathroom door. "They've caught the scent of your blood."I watched him, still in a daze, and pulled the blanket tighter to my chest. A bath would be nice, but my body had other ideas — exhausted, sore, and drained after the intense night. "So, am I going to be haunted by them? Or will they hunt me for being an extraordinary wolf?" I asked, trying to make light of the situation, though deep down, the thought of vampires hunting me
When I woke up, I was already in the human world. Ruby had been staying with my father, Gamma Celeriac, while I recovered. We left the house shortly after my awakening, accompanied by Carlos and Hades. From Carlos, I learned that Jonathan was still the Alpha. I could not hide my disappointment. My father had been waiting for me, he said. But I did not understand. Why wait? Why not simply overthrow Jonathan? Dad could have easily dealt with him.As those thoughts clouded my mind, Hades leaned toward me, breaking my silent brooding."What's with that long face?" he asked, his voice unusually gentle. Sitting inside the private plane, I couldn't seem to pull myself away from the haunting memory of my interaction with the Moon Goddess."Nothing!" I chirped, forcing a smile as I tilted my head to the side. In a desperate attempt to lighten the mood, I teased, "Did you lose weight? Your waistcoat looks loose!" My fingers lightly trailed down his chest, feeling the hard lines of muscle hidde
My body felt light, like feathers drifting in a slow, timeless dance. I found myself standing barefoot on the soft, cool sand, the wind weaving its invisible fingers through my hair, lifting the strands like whispers. The air carried a faint scent of something sweet — like a meadow far away — and each breath I took was like tasting serenity itself. Everything around me felt still. Frozen in an endless, perfect moment.My heart was... calm. Quiet. Almost unnaturally so. I couldn’t feel pain. I couldn’t feel longing. I couldn’t miss anything or wish for anything. It was just me. Me and this strange, unbroken peace, weaving around my very soul like a lullaby.There were no memories pressing on my chest. No noises tearing through my thoughts. Just pure calmness.And then, through the gentle hum of silence, came a voice — soft, familiar, and warm like a blanket on a cold night."Elysia," it called.I turned without thinking. And there she was.She stood just beside me, her presen
"My father said…" The leader of the Wizards stood tall, his pale face tilted upward with arrogance, as though the world itself were beneath his feet. His voice echoed with a tone that sliced through the tension in the air, sharp and unsettling. "Witches are the hunters of Wolves and Vampires. The most thrilling moment of a wizard’s life is to make a stew from their blood… and drink them." He chuckled, a slow, rotten sound that sent a ripple of discomfort across our group. His sunken eyes scanned us, predatory and gleaming with amusement. "But those who dare to be arrogant," he paused, dragging each word like a blade across flesh, "should be bestowed with cruel, harsh deaths. Including…" He stepped forward, and that’s when we noticed the limp. A wooden cane revealed itself from beneath his flowing black robes, the intricate carvings glowing faintly with runes older than memory. Before I could react, Hades wrapped an arm around my waist and launched us backward with a powerful jump.
I was stunned when he said it.His voice had been quiet, almost hesitant, but the weight of his words struck me like a storm breaking over calm waters.He knew. He knew about my second chance at life.That impossible secret I had buried deep inside me, locked beneath layers of silence and fear—he had just spoken it aloud like it was nothing. Like it was normal. Like it didn’t change everything.I wanted to ask how. I wanted to understand. But I couldn’t focus on him anymore.Because the Dark Stone was pulsing in my hand.A deep, thrumming beat—slow and relentless. It wasn’t just a stone. It felt alive. And with every passing second, it dug deeper, pressing its will into my skin, into my blood, until I could feel it crawling through my veins like smoke made of shadow.It whispered to me."Power. Corruption. Madness."The words slithered through my thoughts like snakes, coiling tightly around the parts of me I didn’t want to acknowledge—the anger, the grief, the desperation. It knew who
Elysia,The moment the figure stepped into the moonless clearing, I knew we weren’t alone. Something ancient stirred in the shadows—its hunger palpable, its gaze unseen but heavy on my skin.I tightened my hold on Hades, but my eyes remained ahead, locked on the figure cloaked in midnight. Around us, the darkness pulsed with unnatural rhythm, and one by one, more emerged—cloaked beings, their hands already crackling with magic.Wizards. No... sorcerers. Old ones.They formed a circle, trapping us in a ring of glowing runes etched into the ground. Their faces were hidden beneath deep hoods, but I could feel their magic thrumming like a war drum—primordial, malicious.The sky was darker than we remembered.. The lightning was displaying like a hired actor in the distance. Hades bared his fangs, his eyes glowing crimson with fury as his wings spread wide behind him. The air turned colder with every breath he took, shadows rippling outward from his feet.“We’re surrounded,” I muttered, st
I thought the night would be spent without incident, peacefully, as it always should. Elysia was in my arms, warm and relaxed, her body pressed against mine. We slept in that timeless, serene way, until the sound came—unnatural, strange, slicing through the quiet like a scream from the past. My eyes snapped open, heart racing. It wasn't the usual sounds of the night. Not the wind rustling through the trees or the distant hoot of an owl. This was different—something far more sinister. It caught my attention immediately, and as I tried to focus on the source, I heard voices outside, growing louder, laced with panic. Elysia stirred beside me, half-awake, her fingers curling around me instinctively. She was still groggy, but the unease in the air seemed to drag her from sleep. I felt her body shift as she clung to me, her breath warm against my chest. “What is it?” she murmured, barely awake, but already sensing the shift in the atmosphere. I opened the window, the cold night air bitin
Hades,The horses’ hooves echoed in the stillness of the night as we made our way toward the village. The forest around us seemed to watch, as if holding its breath. Elysia had been quiet for hours now, her usual confidence replaced with something softer, something I couldn't quite place.I turned my gaze to her, watching as her eyes scanned the path ahead, her back straight and poised. The way the moonlight caught her hair made her look ethereal, as if she didn’t belong to this world at all. After discovering our identity, we decided to shift to our original form except letting our Wolf roam freely. Otherwise the witches would spot us. I hated that she’d been forced into this situation. I hated that she’d taken parts of The Knowledge, to protect me. But I’d never been one to ask for explanations—not when the truth was hidden so far beneath the surface.The road wound toward the small village, nestled in the valley like some forgotten corner of the world. There was something quiet
Unknown's POV,"Haris is burned to death?" My voice was calm, or I thought I was calm. However, every vein in my body was screaming.Haris, one of my trusted people, died? By whom? A young woman? This was unacceptable."We found no more traces of that woman. However—" Kaelan hesitated, pulling out a handkerchief from his robes —" We have found traces of abnormality in these ashes. It wasn’t a witch or wizard's flame."He opened the cloth in his palm and revealed a pile of fine, dark ashes. They were unremarkable at first glance, but the moment I stepped closer, I felt it. That strange hum in the air. The unsettling vibration that laced the magic left behind.My eyes widened. In a world ruled by witches and wizards, what kind of flame could reduce someone like Haris to ash in seconds?I reached out and took a pinch between my fingers. The moment the ashes touched my skin, a violent surge ran up my arm. It wasn't pain—it was a shock, a jolt of power so foreign and dark that my muscles r
My heart sank when the dark shadows shrouded the sky, surrounding us like a layer of thin black polythene. At first it felt like our soul had been deprived by something stronger, heavier and suffocating. But that feeling soon disappeared when Bryan's hand reached my shoulder. " Who are you?" He whispered, " It seems like you are their target. Are you running away from someone? Be honest with me if you want to stay alive!" He warned with a shiver-sending coldness. However I could feel the edge of the concern and genuine worry in his tone. My palms sweated as I grabbed the leather jacket that I was wearing. The night was cold and it was freezing my body. But the tension felt unbearably suffocating. " I...!"" If I am not wrong!" The person in the shadow, wearing a black robe and a book on his hand, cut my words... " You are Master Bryan from the front line Border area!" His voice was condescending. His eyes glistened with a distinct red flickering. A sharp light came out of the bo