All Chapters of The Luna's Promise: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

[That man's POV]"Hey Gran! What are you doing there? You will get tired standing by the window like this."Emily asked as she came home, and her grandmother was standing by the window. She put her arms around her grandmother's neck and kissed her forehead.Anastasia Jackson was Emily Jackson's grandmother and her only blood relation in this world. She was 70 years old but she looked 30 years old, very young and beautiful just like Emily.She took a look at her tired face and slapped her lovingly."Gran, I just arrived and you already started hitting me," she said, putting her hand on her back and making her sit on the couch. "How many times have I asked you to sleep whenever I come late? Just don't stand by the window like that. Now you are 70 years old, not that 17 anymore.""And how many times have I told you not to come home so late in the middle of the night like this. As time passes my heart beats very fast. I always get panic attacks because of you," Ms. Anastasia said, angrily

[That man's POV]Coven House was dark and cold inside, with only red lights burning everywhere as if fires were lit in the middle of every room. The air was thick, hot, and stank of blood, clinging to everything like a mist. It wasn't something that could be wiped away by water – the scent remained even though someone bathed after. It was so strong one could almost taste it when they breathed. This coven was the stronghold of the Dark Shadow Coven, which, like the Gravefur Pack, was based on the East Coast.The Dark Shadow Coven has several ranks within specific positions, among Moroi vampires, that they earn through respect and deeds within vampire society. The Ace vampire is the Alpha of the vampire society, the Pawn vampire keeps the coven clean and tidy, the Knight vampire is the assassin of the coven because they usually turn to dust, the Rook vampire is the leading warrior of the coven, and the Bishop vampire is the healer of the coven as their blood increase healing in other va

[That man's POV]The room was decorated with various pictures of nature sceneries from all over the world and an assortment of knickknacks and other trinkets from around the globe. It was all rather cozy for a stranger who had spent three days in total sleeping under a tree. The cool rays of the sun were coming in through the window of the room, which was disturbing Esen's sleep.The curtains were open and allowed the rays to fall across the floor, making it look like a carpet with sunlight reflecting off the marble floors. The sound of distant birds and the smell of grass make it obvious it's morning now. The air is clean and fresh, the sounds and smells are familiar yet unfamiliar, like everything she doesn't know about the world beyond her beautiful city, the country, the world.Even after sleeping for eight hours straight, she feels tired all over her body as if every ounce of her energy had been used up. She scratched her body with her closed eyes, hit her hand on the side table,

[That man's POV]She was looking at the window while holding her breath and without blinking. It was not a human but a shadow of a wolf. A werewolf. The moon was bright enough to show the outline, and she could see all its fangs. It was standing up on its hind legs to get closer to the glass. And its eyes... its eyes were red and bloodshot, but they glinted in the light, like stars.No, like blood, like red blood pumping through a vein as fast as it can. Blood doesn't glow in the dark or reflect the light when it hits water, so the wolf was probably lying about being a werewolf and not just drunk from the nearest stream. Her heart was beating so loudly she wondered if she could hear it through the wall.Due to fear and dread, her condition started to deteriorate. The drops of sweat on her forehead started shining like white pearls. She had been holding her breath for some time now. Her lungs burned from holding back too much air, and it was getting difficult to inhale deeply. She was

[That man's POV]In the darkness of the night, Emily's grandmother, Ms. Anastasia, slowly takes her steps and enters the confines of Saintmau without caring for her life. She knows that the way back from here is very difficult and may be impossible, but to protect her granddaughter, she could step into Saintmau a thousand times. She could have risked her life a thousand times to save her from the werewolf.She was treading carefully through the streets of Saintmau in the moonlight, lest she step on the grave of a Vargulf werewolf who haunted the town at night.The stories of the Vargulf had been passed down for generations, and while some dismissed them as mere superstition, others believed in their existence. She had heard in the stories that the witches of Saintmau had died and the Vargulf werewolves had been trapped beneath the soil. Their bodies twisted and contorted into grotesque forms.They had been cursed by True Alpha Alparic, who sought to punish them for their wicked deeds.