All Chapters of Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

A man stared out his window with a glass of red wine in his hand. Classical music played smoothly as he stared aimlessly out the window. He ran a hand through his silver curls while taking a sip on the wine which was as thick as blood.A lone look filled his face, and his hand squeezed the glass cup hard. Suddenly the sound of glass breaking resounded around the room. "Oh, oh, oh no…. Master Rousseau I— I don't know what happened-"A small face girl knelt down on the ground and scrambled to pick up the shards of glass fallen on the ground.Someone barged into the spacious room, breaking the serenity that filled the area. The butler didn't even flinch in his cold expression upon meeting the scene of the small faced girl scrambling around. The butler Marcel simply blinked and said. "Such a foolish mistake…. Has it been too long since you were disciplined?"Constantine didn't bother looking back at the commotion in his room. "Master Constantine…. I apologize- I-"The girl cried out, try

Truly a man entered the room. The man oozed of a different air from Oliviér. When Oliviér entered the room he sucked the life out of the room, leaving only the sour and scholarly air.As thick boots hit the floor, it left thudding noises in it's wake. The moment such a huge person entered the room instead of sucking the life out of the room he left only a domineering aura that spread throughout the room.Elizabeth's eyes widened. Hair that was a fine blonde, so short that it was trimmed along his forehead. Thick muscles building up his buff mass, and red eyes. He was wearing what looked like a jacket built from a cattle's skin— leather. His trousers were built the same as well, and his shirt was a plain white that showed too much chest skin.The dressing to, Elizabeth was strange. She had seen Commoners put on anything in the name of shielding their nakedness if they had nothing to wear, but Elizabeth had never seen this style before.She was frankly bewildered and intrigued. She wan

Night had come once again in Hara Nation. Elizabeth stared at the ceiling with wide open eyes unable to catch any sleep. She had known that coming to Hara meant quite the change for her but who really would have thought that it would have been so eventful.For the first part, being placed as Oliviér Fóix's assistant did not come to her mind. She was optimistic about the job but she also remembered other Commoners who had gone to Hara Nation to find work but were met with alienation and degradation, that even with the proper certificates they would be unable to find work.Never had she thought her identity as a Myriad would propel her into such a viable position on her first day in Hara. Although speaking of Oliviér Fóix he was the handful.Thinking of her Superior, the rush of color that appeared on her face could not be helped. She did not turn around but she could feel his presence very close to her, so much so that his clothes brushed against her back.She nodded in response. "How

He was gone.The situation felt absurd to Elizabeth as she never knew she would come to enjoy having someone behind her. It was a strange thought to think she had subconsciously relied on her Superior since the beginning of her journey in Hara.She did not know why and how it had happened but between never having to be alone, nor experiencing the hardship of poverty in Hara, she had forgotten that Oliviér Fóix was a recent addition to her life.'.... So this is what it feels like….' Elizabeth thought. This was what it felt like to have support. Between being born as a Commoner, and also being a Myriad the closest thing to support she has ever had was the Headmaster's support— Lord James."Come along now, Miss Vilré, Oliviér and Constantine have long departed." She heard the voice of Sebastién Wright from behind her.The big man was dressed in the same ungentlemanly outfit like yesterday with his blonde hair shining from the sun's gaze. Staring at him, Elizabeth realized just how prodi

The scent of sin wafted the air. One would fear that only stepping foot inside the building was enough to condemn you into damnation for the kind of sins that soaked the air. Bodies grinding together. Body sweats, alcohol, and possibly something far too intoxicating coming in contact in the air."Of course 22 Farenpotter street is a night house." Oliviér said with indignation as he entered the building loaded with people each either enjoying the solemn music or practicing in some illicit affair.Oliviér noticed it was not just humans that filled this place. They were even Werewolves who engaged their carnal desires with either their kind or humans Some of these Werewolves bared their elongated canines as they rubbed and touched their partner. It was unclear what they aim of unleashing their fangs, but Oliviér could only assume there was some deranged fulfillment from this act. The sound of humans and werewolves writhing in the pleasure of having these wolves scratch these fangs alon