[That man's POV] During the daytime, Nagosia forest looks like an endless maze of thick trunks and tall, slender trees that are just as hard to navigate through as the rest of it. The grass has been cut into long thin strips by thousands of years of frost and snowfall, and the trees have become so tall that they can almost reach through the clouds. There are no flowers in bloom yet, but the ground is filled with them. The sunlight cannot enter through leaves or branches here. This is the perfect place for a man with his mind and heart set on finding a lover to spend eternity with, but Eta Wolf Suzette was sitting alone there.As he saw Eta Wolf Suzette sitting alone in the Nagosia forest, even with just a glimpse of her face, it was enough to send shivers through his body. The feeling of adrenaline pumped throughout his body. His heartbeat increased so quickly that he could feel it reverberate in his throat. Even then, she didn’t see him as he slowly approached her. She sat there, st
[That man's POV] They woke up the next morning tangled up in each other's arms, limbs entwined and hearts beating steadily. For a few moments, they lay quietly, enjoying each other's warmth. Finally, he moved to pull her in for a kiss. She eagerly met his mouth with hers, letting herself be consumed by him.Their kiss deepened slowly until they both started to feel dizzy from lack of air. As she pulled away, their eyes finally opened, and they shared a look before bursting into laughter.“Oh my god, you are so cheesy,” she giggled as she nuzzled against him. “I can’t believe I fell for your stupid charms.” He wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling her flush against his chest. He pressed another soft kiss on the top of her head.She sat up, stretching languidly and yawning deeply. She ran a finger along a smudge of mascara that had gathered on her cheek. He looked at her with a goofy grin. His eyes tracked the movement, lingering on the curve of her collarbone. She smiled softly
[That man's POV] Dhampir Silas took Ace Denzell away after the fight with Ultima Wolf Edric, but they had to stop halfway because Ace Denzell was bleeding profusely. When they arrived at a safe place, they sat down and Dhampir Silas tried to bandage him up as best he could. He got the first look at Ace Denzell's wound when he lifted his shirt to reveal that it was infected and swollen. He was careful not to touch any open wounds to prevent infections. His hands were shaking; he hadn't been able to heal people in years and was scared of causing pain.Dhampir Silas’ fingers brushed against a particularly tender spot on Ace Denzell’s back, and he winced at the feeling. Blood was running down from this particular spot. Dhampir Silas took his handkerchief out of his pocket and pressed it to Ace Denzell's wound, trying to slow the flow of blood. It wasn't working as well as he hoped.Dhampir Silas gently touched his wrist. "Is your pulse still going fast, or are you having problems breath
[That man's POV]As soon as Altan left, Esen started preparing breakfast. "I don't know whether Gran would have eaten anything or not?" This thought made her even more worried. At first, it was Emily who took care of her food and drink, but now, "I wonder how she spent her night?" she wondered as she rummaged in the cupboards for something that looked edible.When she opened the fridge, she saw meatballs, soups, and fruits. There were a few vegetables and some bread. "But what would she eat?" she thought to herself.When nothing came to mind, she put some rice into a pan and set it on the stove to cook. It smelled like it wasn't going to turn out quite right, but it was better than nothing. Then she went back for another pot of milk and water to keep at a low boil to make the tea. She was now comfortably touching the juice bottle because of the gloves. The gloves were her best bet with this situation. Now nothing can turn into ice after her touch.After a few seconds, she sniffed some
[That man's POV]In the Coven prison, many Moroi and Dhampirs are held captive for their crimes against the vampire community. The prison is usually hidden from the mortal world and can only be accessed by those who possess magical abilities.The entrance to the prison is guarded by powerful spells and enchantments to prevent any unauthorized entry. These prisons are dark and eerie places, with dimly lit corridors and cells made of stone.The cells are small and cramped, with no windows or natural light. The walls are covered in ancient symbols and runes, which are said to contain the magic of the prisoners.The prisoners themselves are dressed in tattered robes and are chained to the walls or floors of their cells. They are closely monitored by the guards, who are also skilled in magic and can neutralize any attempts at escape.They are often subjected to harsh punishments and torture, and many of them have lost their sanity after years of confinement. In the prison, there is a lot o
[That man's POV][Vanara Pack]The sun shines brightly over the Vanara Pack, and through its warm rays, it bathes the pack in a gentle warmth as it rises into the sky, casting its light into all of the corners of the world it touches. The morning wind gently blows along the Nagosia forest, brushing past the animals that pass by. The breeze is so soft that no one knows whether they have walked or just run by the wind, but it doesn’t matter anyways. It’s just an ordinary day in the Vanara Pack, a day where they are all simply going about their business, enjoying the morning air and each other's company.Alpha Lowell was still thinking about that she-wolf while dressing Beta Geri's wounds. As he carefully tended to the wound, he tried desperately not to think about what she looked like underneath her black fur. A single silver earring adorned her left earlobe, contrasting nicely with her dark fur. She looked fierce in the darkness of night. She must be at least a hundred years old, if no
[That man's POV]"This is what you will wear today," Bishop Eloise said to Pawn Clara, who was dressed casually for the function at Dark Shadow Coven."No, how can I wear this?" she said, looking at the dress Bishop Eloise had brought. It was a sleeveless deep red maxi with real raven feathers on the collar. The dress was not so low cut that you could see some of the skin between her shoulder blade and neck. It was high enough to see her collarbones but not show too much cleavage in the front. The neckline was more modest than most women would have liked, showing off a bit of cleavage but nothing really obscene. It looked so beautiful, like a royal dress. It had been a long time since she had worn these kinds of clothes."Why can't you wear it?" Bishop Eloise said with a frown."It's a royal dress and it looks good on a moroi," Pawn Clara laughed and picked up the dress and placed it against Bishop Eloise's body. "Not on me, and look, I am fully prepared," she took two steps back and
[That man's POV]It was a fine night in Nagosia forest. No wind blew, no rain fell, and the trees were still as if they’d just stepped out of another photograph. Only a few leaves drifted lazily through the air, and a chorus of crickets could be heard from all over.Zeta Eli was happy because of the association with Strigoi. He had found himself at peace with the world again. He was walking quietly when suddenly he heard the sounds of footsteps. He was in the forest, so it was easy to hear walking sounds, but this time he felt they were coming towards him. Zeta Eli looked around frantically, his eyes darting through every tree.Then suddenly he saw three wolves of the Vanara Pack coming towards him. The moonlight shone on their faces. Their teeth gleamed like white jagged icicles. The only reason the wolves didn’t attack Zeta Eli is because he was in wolf form. Their fur stood up on end, and it looked as if they were shaking off the snow that had settled on them while they were in wol