All Chapters of The Chosen One: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Hours later, the party of bandits pulled them all up and took them to the nearby town for a slave auction.The rigorous grey stone building stood alone on foreboding wharves, indifferent to the wave and tide of life within and without it. Meager trees bent and curved from constant storms almost touched the underside of the second-floor windows. A swiveled rutted alley obscured from the fresh downpours, ceased unexpectedly at two enormous iron thresholds darkened with age. Approaching the hostile territory, a loose carriage thundered along with the mist-bound road, its scratchings, and whines swallowed by the wind. Three unconscious naked passengers wrapped in a rugged lay in the chill snow behind a miserable-looking driver. Who bought the three from the bandits with ten silvers. He, snuggled under a winter tunic and frock with another man, whipped the horse onward in a rambling attitude. The man hunched together for heat; a kerchief wrapped around their heads to safeguard them from th

Andrew sighed in relief and brushed himself off and sought at the death of his servants. It was not an emotion for their existence that drove him. He would have to lay them to rest and bury them, complete the cleaning alone with the addition of the two lions, and bring everything back to the village himself. He checked the animal skins draped on his shoulders.With no memories, he relied on the servant's tale. They said that his animal skin had been a special gift from his mother, a farmer who had ascertained that they bore the mysterious spell of removing the natural fear of creatures toward the wearer. With his no-nonsense memories, he believed them, and even though he knew he was not just a man, and a mere hunter but a powerful vampire at the same time. He knew he was Andrew Lawvosky. A predator but aside from his previous memories from hundreds of years ago yet none of this time. 13th century England, the year of the lord. Looking at his animal skins allowed him to get closer to

Munster Village, Countess Matilda Castle.The beautiful Countess gasped and huddled her feverish palm to the frigid, rippled goblet as she sighed in displeasure. "Such a waste." She murmured.Outside, the dreary sky and rigid plateau melted into a freezing, brisk abode of the damned. As dark a mid-day as there ever could be. In the distance, wharf cottages squeaked and groaned around her fortress, her castle. Every unoccupied cabin leaned into the wind and hurled like stuck wreckage.Taking her eye away from the windows, she pushed her back to her husband's hips and wedged his stone-cold solid manhood deeper inside her. She grunted and trembled. Unsatisfied. Being an ancient vampire made her succumb to her dark side. She no longer has the heart and warmth to feel human."My sweet wife is satisfied and happy?" She heard a whisper in the air as the stone-cold statue looked at her in delight. "No," She slipped off his frigid shaft, and rustled down her silky scarlet robe, but would not t

There was no differentiation between the Countess' elegant complicity and the slumped, unfortunate undressing of his typical rented courtesans. She swiveled to the floor with a sluggish contemplation, and veered around to face him, then gazed at his expressions as she stripped her shoes and stockings. Then, finally, her underclothes.She stood before him as sweet as her statues. Her nipples jammed under his eye, blushing as he took in the curly pink folds of her mounds, as hairless as a beauty. She caressed fingertips over her delightful mound as if it were something skittish. "A hopeless side-effect of the procedures," she mumbled, smiling as if to a surprised child."Amazing pose, Milady." Norman suppressed the desire to plummet to his knees. In worship this goddess and take her pink folds into his mouth. Her desire to seduce him was the most seductive thing about her. Her soft voice had the lilt he knew so well - her words smooth with the little smile that already played on her fac

"My wife was right, you know. The church would be a nuisance and I'm sure she might feign to like my people but deep inside she wanted her coven. Shall we agree to give her full control over my village? After all, Winterberg needs new offspring. Those raiders were foolish to take the youngsters but smart enough not to burn the village.” Ambrose said.“Is that so? Well, we must follow through. Our term is sacred. It rings true and real from every realm in my domain. It is constant, unbreakable but the codex was beyond my reach. Only the mother church knew its location."Ambrose wasn’t surprised by her words. She was a true stickler for the principles. More than anything, he’d taken that awareness from his few brief encounters with her. She was fair and balanced if needed, never making a judgment in urgency or out of excitement. She was perfect in every way and thought he hated perfection. But the Countess was the best ally, from the perfectionists, with her powerful focus, comes the ma