All Chapters of Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Elizabeth stared out at the full moon from her window while scratching arm. The full moon always made her woozy. As a creature who was both a human and a wolf she was connected to the Source more than anything else.The Source being the god of outcasts, lorded over Myriads who were the worst of both worlds. The Source was a dark entity of pure evil, and Elizabeth feared being close to the Source, but during the full moon she felt closer to the Source than ever, her body would be full of Spiritual energy. She did not even bother sleeping because she knew she would have terrible dreams to the Source.She scratched her arm profusely before looking down at her arm which had turned red and itchy. Her eyes narrowed down to her hand which had turned black and curved in an animalistic manner, with bent thick ugly claws.She sighed. Myriads were not capable of shifting into their Wolf counterparts because their Wolf sides were too weak, but during the full moon when they were closest to the Sou

This type of green was the type that reflected near the water. It was shining incredibly bright, the green was hidden as a small dot whilst it was surrounded by dull red rings.Was he a Werewolf too?He had dark blonde locks which were curly and running down to his face. His symmetrically carved face with gracefully crude edges. Like a rugged aristocrat? His green-red eyes stared down at Elizabeth whilst his bronze-like colored lips hooked up a bit.He was wearing a jacket, a mask, a glove, trousers, white stockings, flat-soled shoes, a body cord, and a weapon with which she reckoned he used to bout. He also wore a mask cord and a lamé made of conductive material, which was worn over the jacket.Like a disease heart might very well have stopped if only for a second because her voice squeezed in her throat and core began to simmer lightly again. Against her will she squeezed her thighs together and tightened her cunt.Why did she do that? She was startled by that behavior.The lean sil

Elizabeth was shocked by Lady Constance's actions. She was seriously working to hurt Elizabeth.Starting with the ruthless shoulder tackle from her, and the whipping of her blade to her body. There was nothing about this that was close to fencing.Trying to fend off Lady Constance, she could only afford to be totally passive against the aggressive Lady who wanted to attack quickly. It was difficult and made Elizabeth's heart pound restlessly as she defended without being able to initiate her own attack. She kept moving, both forward and backward, and tried to force Lady Constance to adjust while trying not to get too close. Her face was scrunched up into dismay and stains of exhaustion as she took slight shots at Lady Constance's hand and short lunge attacks to the arm, which was with the aim to keep herself from settling too much into a comfort zone but also with the aim of putting herself at minimal risk from Lady Constance's ruthlessness. The small beats on her opponent's bl

Elizabeth was stunned by the scene, but she also took pace and began running after the stranger behind Oliviér.The scene was quite pathetic as the strange boy was easily caught from the back of his neck by Oliviér who had a resting expression on his face."My commoners these days are quite audacious, forcing a noble man to run after you….. I should snap your neck right now." Oliviér said, the boy gasped upon seeing a small shine of viciousness in his golden-red eyes.The boy was very young. Much younger than even Elizabeth, perhaps ranging upon the age of an adolescent. His skin was caked with dirt and all sorts of nonentities colored black or brown, almost making his face unrecognizable.Of course even though the boy was trembling in the grasp of Oliviér for fear of his life, Oliviér didn't have plans of killing him…. Yet.The sound of heavy breathing from behind him made Oliviér sigh. Elizabeth, who had finally caught up, was clutching her knees, and prostrating in a bent motion wh

They were led to quite the sightly Manor. Although it was easy to take note that it was not nearly as big as Duke Constantine Rousseau's Villa, it was still all too glamorous for Elizabeth.There were rolls of flowers that led up to the large, black gate of the house.Two men stood in front of the mansion. Elizabeth's stream blue eyes eyed the sigil printed on the chest of the armor. A red shark fighting for dominance with white one.These men were odd. They were aloof, and menacing, but Elizabeth could still tell that they were not Werewolves perhaps just highly trained individuals."Come, Please." Said Oliver already walking towards the Manor.The men descended their eyes down on Oliver in front of them. "37. Welcome back, the butler seeks your presence." The man with black pupils said to Oliver.Had it not been for spending too much time with high ranking Werewolves Elizabeth would have shuddered.Oliver nodded. "Come, Sir and Madam." "Wait…. Who do you have with you?" The guard w