Ellie That hatred for vampires boils hot in the hearts of my people. We hated them, their ways of life and the way they made us feel less of ourselves. For years, all my life, I've never seen any reason to harbour the same hate my people had for the vampires. I only saw them as a different species from us, because that was literally all they were. My people, the werewolves, said I smelled like one of them, like the vampires and I agreed, even if I knew too well that I had no close idea of how I had their scent on my skin. The damp leaves under my feet crunched as I ventured deep into the forest of Black Park, the border with us and the Royalties. I was back to where I ran from. I let down my blanket to let Ee, my wolf, out. I named her Ee because of the obvious, the first letter of my name. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to go deep into my senses while I let Ee out; I felt the thickness of her legs; they had gotten stronger. What a quick recovery. I shifted to my wolf so I coul
Ellie “What? That is impossible.” “The vampire king, Vanchure, is all there is to think of except one to make mistakes. What he did was probably planned and carried out just how he wanted it. It's the reason we have no idea.” “She has been asleep for so long, Manny. I hope she's still conscious." The audible conversation of two people interrupted my sleep. My eyes slowly opened, and the smoky notes of cinnamon and cloves hit my nostrils. I stared at the ceiling, giving my blurry vision time to become more clear. I took my gaze downwards. There Murray and an elderly woman I couldn't recognize stood. A dull look on his face as he wipes his face with his palms. As if taking in my presence for the first time in a long time, the two people turned their gazes to me. The old woman looked calm, but it wasn't the same with my godfather. His face showed a look of uncertainty. Worry lines displayed on his forehead. A slight frown. And furrowed eyebrows.“Oh, love. You're awake.” Murray's
Van25 years ago.It was Eamonn's doing to always try to unite the two kingdoms. We were two types of entities living symbiotically in our beloved mystical world. It's a hard time keeping his filthy dogs on leashes; they always tend to stir up a fight with my people at rendezvous like this. So for the peace meeting, we stood side by side. Kingdom to kingdom to consecrate Shirlon’s temple, which was built by the soldiers and financially sponsored by the royalties.Although no one between the two kingdoms had the nerve to speak of it, there was a thick air of an undying hatred that has been passed down for centuries. There were some wolves I could see pointing hot lasers from their eyes to the skin of my people. I'm sure my people did the same too. This act was new. We were fruits that bore grudges from a long time tree. Eamonn stood with his people, and I, with mine. The temple that was built by quarrying and sculpting huge stones had a foundation bound with the blood of I and my bro
ElliePresent day.“It won't last long. She's growing stronger.” “What wouldn't last long?”“She’s supposed to drink from her sire first, before she drinks from a human. The blood thirst will return once the human blood in her system wears off.” “And that will be when?”“Couple of hours. Twelve hours max.” “Then we have to keep feeding it to her. Till…”“Till when, Murray?...”It's morning, judging by the quietness and chirping of the forest birds. It's the second time I'm falling into a deep sleep since I returned from Thorx Coven. This time, I dreamt of me with sharp fangs, sucking from the wrist of… fuck… I grew out of my blurry vision. I wanted to search my lips if it was not just me dreaming of what Murray and Manny discussed. With my eyes wild open, I stare at the both of them having a whispering dialogue. I wasn't dreaming. Their words were my reality. I'm being held back by a thick leather belt holding me back to the bed. The clattering noise of the metal of the leather str
Eamonn There was a knock at the door. The person on the other end knocked just once. But that single knock could ruin my morning that had just begun. I knew who it was; that's why I'm not asking who it was.“Come in,” I readjusted myself on my bed. The last place I wanted to be was in the throne room.My head was bowed when the person fated to dent the peace of my morning stepped in.“Good morning, Alpha Eamonn.” A park maiden greeted me; it wasn't who I was expecting, but…I smelled chamomile tea just as she entered. Like another day, I would have wanted to drink that tea, but today was a lot more different. The scent of the tea did nothing to erase the strong scent that was laced on Ellie's fur. How could I erase my senses? My bed reeks of her smell. The sweet scent of her flawless skin. It was hard to sleep knowing that I wouldn't be able to envelop myself in her sweetness. My mind is clouded. Nothing feels alright, not after I was left without a choice but to show her out of my l
Isla I was asked on my way here if walking in on Eamonn in the throne room would be worth getting me killed, and I had an answer. Yes, it will be worth it. Maybe I would have the chance to know why he would turn his back on my sister, his mate, because she was a little unlucky in her dumbass adventure, just before I die. He didn't even give me a chance to speak to her before he threw her out of the park. I don't know her whereabouts right now. What if she's dead? I'm pointing this gun directly at the Alpha of Black Park, the Alpha of my Park, without fear of death. Although I doubt he would want to show his thorough form, his cruelty to the people present in the throne room. I, Ellie, and my godfather have been witnesses to his cruelty. He sits on the throne, glaring at the gun I held out to him. “How foolish could you be, Isla? You didn't only disrupt my meeting with the tillers before it started; you pointed a gun at your Alpha? You know you can't kill me with a gun loaded wit
Murray Isla held me close as I supported quite a portion of my body weight on her. I placed my hands on the wounded spot; I felt life slowly draining out of me as my blood flowed through the firm grip. The bandage on my chest was soaked with my blood; it was failing. Could barely hold the blood from gushing. Luckily we got to Manny's house on time; my sister sensed I was in distress and pulled through for me. She always does since I was the last person close to her to be called family. “Because the shot was taken so closely, the wound is deep. It will take a while to pull out the silver slug.” She examined the wound as she spoke, “Get ready to welcome the excruciating pain, brother.” She added, "I don't think preparing me for an incoming painful experience was what I wanted at this point. I had a reason for making an entrance at the throne room; I knew Isla was to be there. After being compelled by the vampire king, she knows nothing of what went down. She knows nothing of what her
Ellie For 21 years of my life, I've had that book with me. It was gifted to me by the vampire king, the man I dreaded the most deep down. I read it word for word. I read it to heart. During the times of my childhood, I read it as bedtime stories; reading it calmed my mourning soul. It helped me find the right paths of love even after having to lose my parents, the only ones I thought that cared about us. It led me to Murray, the man who found me wandering in the park's library in search of more books to read. He offered it to me at my lowest point in my life when I felt all hope was lost. When I felt lost. And ever since then, I have gathered more books that speak of the Royalties and their sophistication. It had a lot of history and cultures of the Royalties. Which I felt was totally true until I began to tell Isla about the whole compelling stuff. It was the first time in 21 years I was meeting with him after the consecration of Shirlon’s temple. I would have had my heart burst out
Ellie I sat up from the bed, rubbing my eyes with the back of my palm, and then squinted my eyes to see this image in front of me clearer. “Where's Isla?” Was the question I asked after taking a moment to stare at the naked corpse that took my image? It was her I first thought of; I mean, before I fed from a certain human and was put to sleep by the witch, I can remember Isla asking if she was the one to be used for Murray's strange cooked-up story. I glanced at Manny for a reply, but instead of offering me a once tangible answer, she asked with a cocky smile, “Do you like the masterpiece?” I looked at her like she was speaking. I had just woken up from a horrific dream, and I was taking on another ride of horror in real life, and the least she could do not to give me a death scare was to ask if the blood-stained corpse lying with a hole in her chest was a nice piece of art. Wait, did she do this? “Manny, is this your doing?” I asked the still smiling old lady. I've known her for jus
Van I watched Gira get ready to leave for the search; he wasn't close to being as drunk as I was. In the few minutes we spent talking, I drank two more bottles of cider. No, three. Okay, four. I accused him of being with it and these while because even in my drunk state, I knew they weren't on the shelf. He was in no denial; truly, he had a few bottles he'd stocked for himself. I asked him to get me some from his abundance of plenty. Too drunk to care about anything else apart from drinking my immortality away.He was at the doorway when I called out, “Yes, sire,” he replied just immediately. Did I call him too harshly? Maybe I did; I don't know, whatever. “Get me Edgar on your way out, alright?” I said in a voice that was always reserved for my drunken state. “Yes, sire.” I could barely notice him bow and exit when I threw my head back onto the sofa. The intoxicated state I was in at the moment was literally my best state ever. To put it out to you, I am not always drunk, but in
Ellie It was a heavy downpour on a cloudy night. It grew rapidly in straight, silvery steel rods. It clattered onto the ground and onto the roofs of several houses as I walked by. The thunder roared furiously as electrifying lightning zipped over the night sky, then settled to a softer, continuous rumble, which was absorbed by the sound of the rain. I stood in front of a dark alley, drenched in the heavy rain, wondering how fast my cold feet could keep up with the trudge. The smell of wet earth fills my nose. I decided to take a shortcut to get myself back to the Park house. I have to be at the park house before Eamonn gets to the park house. So, I began walking into the alley; the wet wall looked like it would close up on me. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I rubbed on my arms. “Oh, what a steamy bath I will get once I'm home,” I thought to myself in the spine-chilling cold. I had gotten to the middle of the alley when I heard footsteps from a distance behind. I stopped in my tr
Van“Find that little wolf,” I seethed, turning to the vampire who materialized himself to my side. “Yes, sir,” Gira said. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his men all lying in sight. They had gone in search of Ellie but came back with nothing. “I already have three teams fanning out of the coven in search of whom you seek, sir.” Gira said as he walked behind me. “Make it eight, moron.” I snapped, “Send more of your men. I want every one of you I've housed in my palace scouring every inch of Shirlon until she's found.” “Right away, sire,” he said as I stalked into my art room. This area of my mansion was void of any vampire. I need no one here to protect me; I've got that already covered. The rest of the vampire guarded the other parts of the mansion except here. No one dared to come here except when they were summoned. But I had company, an old raven I had gotten for centuries. It plays a special role for me, to help deliver letters assigned for special occasions, like lett
Ellie For 21 years of my life, I've had that book with me. It was gifted to me by the vampire king, the man I dreaded the most deep down. I read it word for word. I read it to heart. During the times of my childhood, I read it as bedtime stories; reading it calmed my mourning soul. It helped me find the right paths of love even after having to lose my parents, the only ones I thought that cared about us. It led me to Murray, the man who found me wandering in the park's library in search of more books to read. He offered it to me at my lowest point in my life when I felt all hope was lost. When I felt lost. And ever since then, I have gathered more books that speak of the Royalties and their sophistication. It had a lot of history and cultures of the Royalties. Which I felt was totally true until I began to tell Isla about the whole compelling stuff. It was the first time in 21 years I was meeting with him after the consecration of Shirlon’s temple. I would have had my heart burst out
Murray Isla held me close as I supported quite a portion of my body weight on her. I placed my hands on the wounded spot; I felt life slowly draining out of me as my blood flowed through the firm grip. The bandage on my chest was soaked with my blood; it was failing. Could barely hold the blood from gushing. Luckily we got to Manny's house on time; my sister sensed I was in distress and pulled through for me. She always does since I was the last person close to her to be called family. “Because the shot was taken so closely, the wound is deep. It will take a while to pull out the silver slug.” She examined the wound as she spoke, “Get ready to welcome the excruciating pain, brother.” She added, "I don't think preparing me for an incoming painful experience was what I wanted at this point. I had a reason for making an entrance at the throne room; I knew Isla was to be there. After being compelled by the vampire king, she knows nothing of what went down. She knows nothing of what her
Isla I was asked on my way here if walking in on Eamonn in the throne room would be worth getting me killed, and I had an answer. Yes, it will be worth it. Maybe I would have the chance to know why he would turn his back on my sister, his mate, because she was a little unlucky in her dumbass adventure, just before I die. He didn't even give me a chance to speak to her before he threw her out of the park. I don't know her whereabouts right now. What if she's dead? I'm pointing this gun directly at the Alpha of Black Park, the Alpha of my Park, without fear of death. Although I doubt he would want to show his thorough form, his cruelty to the people present in the throne room. I, Ellie, and my godfather have been witnesses to his cruelty. He sits on the throne, glaring at the gun I held out to him. “How foolish could you be, Isla? You didn't only disrupt my meeting with the tillers before it started; you pointed a gun at your Alpha? You know you can't kill me with a gun loaded wit
Eamonn There was a knock at the door. The person on the other end knocked just once. But that single knock could ruin my morning that had just begun. I knew who it was; that's why I'm not asking who it was.“Come in,” I readjusted myself on my bed. The last place I wanted to be was in the throne room.My head was bowed when the person fated to dent the peace of my morning stepped in.“Good morning, Alpha Eamonn.” A park maiden greeted me; it wasn't who I was expecting, but…I smelled chamomile tea just as she entered. Like another day, I would have wanted to drink that tea, but today was a lot more different. The scent of the tea did nothing to erase the strong scent that was laced on Ellie's fur. How could I erase my senses? My bed reeks of her smell. The sweet scent of her flawless skin. It was hard to sleep knowing that I wouldn't be able to envelop myself in her sweetness. My mind is clouded. Nothing feels alright, not after I was left without a choice but to show her out of my l
ElliePresent day.“It won't last long. She's growing stronger.” “What wouldn't last long?”“She’s supposed to drink from her sire first, before she drinks from a human. The blood thirst will return once the human blood in her system wears off.” “And that will be when?”“Couple of hours. Twelve hours max.” “Then we have to keep feeding it to her. Till…”“Till when, Murray?...”It's morning, judging by the quietness and chirping of the forest birds. It's the second time I'm falling into a deep sleep since I returned from Thorx Coven. This time, I dreamt of me with sharp fangs, sucking from the wrist of… fuck… I grew out of my blurry vision. I wanted to search my lips if it was not just me dreaming of what Murray and Manny discussed. With my eyes wild open, I stare at the both of them having a whispering dialogue. I wasn't dreaming. Their words were my reality. I'm being held back by a thick leather belt holding me back to the bed. The clattering noise of the metal of the leather str