Emma felt faint all of a sudden and she felt everything echoing from a distance. She was fighting the urge to pass out. She could not believe that this strange creature was her father.“Did you know about this?” Steve demanded in a tight voice as he glared at Lady Long.“Believe me, Kane, I am just as surprised as you are,” The dragon replied watching Grimkeeper with intrigue on her face.“So, you are saying that you did not plan any of these things?” Steve pressed. “Because this joke beneath you.”“I can assure son of Kane that there is nothing humorous about me or this matter at hand,” Grimkeeper spoke and Steve’s teeth rattled from the force of Grimkeeper’s aura.Emma shivered from powerful weight of Grimkeeper’s voice. It brought her back to her senses and she balled her hands into fists to keep herself from shaking. It was not something she had been expecting to hear but she was not going to let the news rattle her even though it did.Emma picked up the golden cup in her front an
Grimkeeper knew exactly who Emma was the moment he felt her step into his domain. He had perceived the blood and scent of Priscillia her mother as soon he got nearer and had seen the lives she had taken. He was a creature of blood and death. He saw the end of things. That was how and why he had been brought to existence. Grimkeeper had seen the rise and fall of every empire that had ever been created. He had seen the genocides of creatures and people that could not be believed to have existed.He was a creature born not from love or hate but from necessity. He had been a force without form at first, a concept, an ideology and he existed to watch and record the final moments of all things. At first, he had no name, no will, no memory and the only thing that drove him was purpose. The purpose to see the end of all things and bear witness. A primordial recorder of death and destruction.Grimkeeper was not of this world, he came a different more brutal and dangerous one. He had been born
Steve's patience was wearing dangerously thin as the minutes dragged by like hours in this hellish dimension. The source of his mounting anger wasn't just Emma's enigmatic and dangerous father manipulating his emotions—though that certainly didn't help—but the constant stream of challengers approaching him, thirsting for their chance to face him in the notorious Bloodpit. The interruptions were becoming more frequent, each new warrior more arrogant than the last, their eyes gleaming with the prospect of defeating the man who had bested a wolf.He found himself repeatedly turning them down, his voice growing more curt with each refusal. The murmurs that rippled through the crowd afterward didn't escape his notice—whispers of "coward" and "afraid" slithered through the air like venomous snakes. But Steve didn't give a damn what they thought of him. His reputation in this forsaken place meant nothing. He had no desire, no reason, to step back into that sand-filled Arena unless it somehow
Taurus turned his massive bull head toward her, nostrils flaring in anger at being addressed by a woman. "You will be silent, wench!" he bellowed, spittle flying from his bovine mouth. "Know that your place is beneath my hooves!" His eyes, small and mean, narrowed as he looked her up and down with contempt. "You are nothing but an appetizer to me." The threat hung in the air for barely a second before Emma moved. To most observers, it appeared as though she hadn't moved at all—one moment she was seated, seemingly tensed for action, and the next, Taurus was making a strange, strangled noise. Only Steve, with his enhanced reflexes, caught the blur of her hand, the flick of her wrist, the tiny projectile that flew with deadly accuracy. The minotaur's eyes widened in sudden panic as his massive frame went rigid. One of his hands twitched feebly before freezing in place. The needle—so small as to be nearly invisible—had struck with surgical precision at the junction of his neck and sho
"Stop following me," Emma said, her voice hardened by frustration and exhaustion. The words scraped against her throat like sandpaper, raw from the day's horrors. She could sense the Succubus behind her—again—the creature's presence like a perfumed shadow clinging to her consciousness. What infuriated Emma most wasn't the following; it was how the sultry being simply smiled whenever she spoke harshly, as though her anger were merely amusing.The corridor of Grim Hotel stretched before them, impossibly long and adorned with paintings that seemed to shift when not directly observed. The walls themselves pulsed with a faint, sickly light that made Emma's skin crawl. Every step on the obsidian floor echoed, sending vibrations through her tired legs."I have been tasked to show you to your room," Terra replied, her voice flowing like warm honey. The Succubus moved with liquid grace, each step deliberate and hypnotic.Emma's jaw clenched tight enough to ache. Her patience, already worn thin
"I feel like he planned it though," Emma mused, her thoughts turning to Grimkeeper. The man who claimed to be her father had orchestrated the entire scenario, from her arrival to the Minotaur's attack. It felt like a test, though of what, she couldn't be certain."Your father?" Terra asked with a smile that seemed to carry secret knowledge."He is not my father," Emma replied, her voice tight with suppressed emotion. The words came out sharper than intended, cutting through the air between them like a blade. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms."I do not understand why you are angry," Terra said, her brow furrowing in genuine confusion. The expression humanized her exotic features momentarily, making her seem less predator and more person.Emma glanced at the Succubus and recognized that the puzzlement on Terra's beautifully terrifying face was genuine. The realization softened her response."Fathers are meant to be present in the lives of their ch
“Do you want to feed on Steve?” Emma asked abruptly as they stepped into the elevator. Terra’s eyes lit up shamelessly and Emma felt a deep pang of jealously course through her.“The Champion has resisted my charms all night long, it is actually making me want him more,” Terra answered truthfully. “It is the first time in a long time someone has ignored me, it is driving me wild as we speak.”Emma wanted to tell her to back off Steve but she decided not to because the Succubus was honest with about wanting to fuck Steve. Emma respected the honesty even if she did not like it at all.She herself did not have a claim over Steve because she was still undecided about her true feelings for him. But there was one thing she was certain of and it was that she was addicted to his cock.“I sense the tension between the two of you, the sexual kind.” Terra said. “It is a very powerful tension and all my sist
The degradation the human was going through and how Terra the succubus was feeding off it fascinated Emma. The Healer used her werewolf sight to see how Terra was getting nourished from the freaky act she performing with the poor helpless human.Emma watched closely as the veins in the anatomy of the sex creature pulsed with light. The Human began to struggle as Terra’s tail tightened around his neck as she began to hump harder on his face. “Hold still! Let my juice soak that face up!” Terra yelled as she pushed the human’s face deeper. “Yes!” The Succubus came wildly and gushed her liquid on the face of the bound helpless man.Emma was amazed by how Terra climaxed. The golden fractured star on her chest glowed brightly as her pussy nectar dripped thickly over the man’s buried face. The Succubus released the man who was coughing out liquid which Emma deduced to be Terra’s pussy juice. The man’s face was wet and dripping. He was on his back trying to catch his breath but the Succubus w
The crimson door creaked shut behind them, muffling the ragged breathing of the man who now lay unconscious on the velvet rug. Terra walked ahead, her golden tattoos glowing faintly under the infernal red light. Her heels clicked like war drums as she led Emma deeper into the heart of the Grim Floors.Emma's senses were overwhelmed—moans echoed faintly from behind darkened doors, the air was thick with incense, sex, and suffering. The healer in her reeled, but the werewolf in her… watched, hungry and curious.“Welcome to the feeding ground,” Terra said, spreading her arms wide as they emerged onto a balcony overlooking a vast arena below. The chamber stretched impossibly wide and tall—at the center, a gigantic black lotus floated above a pit of writhing bodies. Feeding platforms encircled the arena like theater boxes.“And what is this place?” Emma asked, her werewolf sight picking up glowing energies being drained from the bodies below and channeled into the black lotus.Terra licked
The silence between them was suffocating."I am not leaving, Emma for any reason and certainly not because of you," Steve growled.Steve stared angrily at the towering, pale-skinned entity before him—neither demon nor god, neither dead nor alive. Grimkeeper’s long fingers trailed the edge of a glass case containing a rusted dagger wrapped in faded red cloth."What reasons make you think that I would ever leave Emma's side?" The Sterling werewolf demanded."Sit," Grimkeeper said softly, but it was not a suggestion. It was a command that made Steve's bones tremble.He obeyed, lowering himself onto a cold obsidian bench while Grimkeeper remained standing, his shadow stretching long across the marble floor like a living thing."You asked me for the reasons," Grimkeeper said, his voice low, haunting. "Let me give you a thousand."Steve did not respond. His jaw was tight, fists clenched on his lap. Every instinct screamed at him to walk away, but something ancient in Grimkeeper’s aura held
The Father's Demand"How old are you?" Steve asked, unable to contain his curiosity despite the tension between them.Grimkeeper's laugh was unexpectedly warm, rolling through the museum of his existence. "It depends on your understanding of the perception of time. But I leave that to you.""So you don't know?" Steve shot back, sarcasm a shield against the unnerving reality he faced."No," Grimkeeper corrected, "I'm saying your mind may not be able to comprehend my age. I do not perceive time the same way you do, son of Kane."Steve absorbed this, the implications staggering. "If I understand correctly, you're saying you've been around since the beginning of time.""I don't think those are the right words. I've been around before Time even became a concept," Grimkeeper replied with casual certainty that sent a chill down Steve's spine. "I will outlive even you, son of Kane, which brings me to why you are here."Something in his tone set off warning bells in Steve's mind. "Why am I her
The air changed the moment Emma's boots crossed the threshold. Steve felt it first as a prickling along his spine, then as a heaviness that settled in his lungs with each breath. Sweet, cloying, like honeysuckle left to rot in summer heat. He gripped the edge of the table, knuckles whitening as the scent infiltrated his senses, clouding his mind with images he fought to suppress.Around him, the feast hall descended into madness.Marcus, his loyal Beta, the man who had stood by his side through countless battles and bloodshed, fell first. Steve watched in horror as his second-in-command's eyes glazed over, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remained. The warrior's movements became jerky, desperate, as he tore at his clothing with trembling hands. A crimson-skinned creature—no, not creature, succubus—with spiraling horns and a forked tail approached him, her hips swaying hypnotically. Marcus didn't resist. His trousers pooled around his ankles as he seized her waist, spinn
The degradation the human was going through and how Terra the succubus was feeding off it fascinated Emma. The Healer used her werewolf sight to see how Terra was getting nourished from the freaky act she performing with the poor helpless human.Emma watched closely as the veins in the anatomy of the sex creature pulsed with light. The Human began to struggle as Terra’s tail tightened around his neck as she began to hump harder on his face. “Hold still! Let my juice soak that face up!” Terra yelled as she pushed the human’s face deeper. “Yes!” The Succubus came wildly and gushed her liquid on the face of the bound helpless man.Emma was amazed by how Terra climaxed. The golden fractured star on her chest glowed brightly as her pussy nectar dripped thickly over the man’s buried face. The Succubus released the man who was coughing out liquid which Emma deduced to be Terra’s pussy juice. The man’s face was wet and dripping. He was on his back trying to catch his breath but the Succubus w
“Do you want to feed on Steve?” Emma asked abruptly as they stepped into the elevator. Terra’s eyes lit up shamelessly and Emma felt a deep pang of jealously course through her.“The Champion has resisted my charms all night long, it is actually making me want him more,” Terra answered truthfully. “It is the first time in a long time someone has ignored me, it is driving me wild as we speak.”Emma wanted to tell her to back off Steve but she decided not to because the Succubus was honest with about wanting to fuck Steve. Emma respected the honesty even if she did not like it at all.She herself did not have a claim over Steve because she was still undecided about her true feelings for him. But there was one thing she was certain of and it was that she was addicted to his cock.“I sense the tension between the two of you, the sexual kind.” Terra said. “It is a very powerful tension and all my sist
"I feel like he planned it though," Emma mused, her thoughts turning to Grimkeeper. The man who claimed to be her father had orchestrated the entire scenario, from her arrival to the Minotaur's attack. It felt like a test, though of what, she couldn't be certain."Your father?" Terra asked with a smile that seemed to carry secret knowledge."He is not my father," Emma replied, her voice tight with suppressed emotion. The words came out sharper than intended, cutting through the air between them like a blade. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms."I do not understand why you are angry," Terra said, her brow furrowing in genuine confusion. The expression humanized her exotic features momentarily, making her seem less predator and more person.Emma glanced at the Succubus and recognized that the puzzlement on Terra's beautifully terrifying face was genuine. The realization softened her response."Fathers are meant to be present in the lives of their ch
"Stop following me," Emma said, her voice hardened by frustration and exhaustion. The words scraped against her throat like sandpaper, raw from the day's horrors. She could sense the Succubus behind her—again—the creature's presence like a perfumed shadow clinging to her consciousness. What infuriated Emma most wasn't the following; it was how the sultry being simply smiled whenever she spoke harshly, as though her anger were merely amusing.The corridor of Grim Hotel stretched before them, impossibly long and adorned with paintings that seemed to shift when not directly observed. The walls themselves pulsed with a faint, sickly light that made Emma's skin crawl. Every step on the obsidian floor echoed, sending vibrations through her tired legs."I have been tasked to show you to your room," Terra replied, her voice flowing like warm honey. The Succubus moved with liquid grace, each step deliberate and hypnotic.Emma's jaw clenched tight enough to ache. Her patience, already worn thin
Taurus turned his massive bull head toward her, nostrils flaring in anger at being addressed by a woman. "You will be silent, wench!" he bellowed, spittle flying from his bovine mouth. "Know that your place is beneath my hooves!" His eyes, small and mean, narrowed as he looked her up and down with contempt. "You are nothing but an appetizer to me." The threat hung in the air for barely a second before Emma moved. To most observers, it appeared as though she hadn't moved at all—one moment she was seated, seemingly tensed for action, and the next, Taurus was making a strange, strangled noise. Only Steve, with his enhanced reflexes, caught the blur of her hand, the flick of her wrist, the tiny projectile that flew with deadly accuracy. The minotaur's eyes widened in sudden panic as his massive frame went rigid. One of his hands twitched feebly before freezing in place. The needle—so small as to be nearly invisible—had struck with surgical precision at the junction of his neck and sho