The palace yard had been transformed into a gruesome battlefield, strewn with the lifeless bodies of both humans and their experimental vampires. Vampires who died were turned into ashes. The prisoners who emerged from the dungeon and served as the vampires' shield when humans invaded their domain are either dead or fighting. Fortunately, Cromwell and his beloved spouse have managed to evade the grasp of death. The remaining nobles were still fighting. The abilities of nobles are scattered. Vines snaked their way across the ground, coiling around anything in their path. Meanwhile, crackling bolts of electricity illuminated the air, appearing seemingly out of nowhere. It is also raining in other parts of the palace grounds. They are flooding and drowning the rebels and experimental vampires. Alaric, with unwavering confidence, paid no heed to the abilities of his subjects, for he was certain that they would emerge victorious. He searched his vision for the people he was supposed t
"What do you want?" With a fierce snarl, Emaline glared at them. Her fury towards them had yet to abate, and she vowed to never grant absolution to these brazen individuals. She was met with a pair of grinning faces. Their conscience was shrouded in darkness. "Do you require clarification, my dear daughter? My sweet Emaline, you're here. With a saccharine tone, Evelyn retorted, "It was Mama who abandoned you here, and it shall be I who guide you to the afterlife." Emaline's fists tightened as she fought to control her emotions. "And naturally, dear Donica should not be left alone either. Doesn't every family deserve to be happy and complete? And for her, that means being with her sister." Evelyn exclaimed, her hands coming together in a frenzy of applause. Emaline's fury was palpable as she bore witness to the true personalities of her once-beloved parents. The veil of familiarity had been lifted, revealing a side of them that she had never before seen. Emaline clutched her siste
Emaline enveloped Alaric in a warm embrace. With a heavy heart, the rebels laid down their weapons and surrendered to them. However, the fate of the vampires who had been subjected to cruel experimentation was far more bleak. They were mercilessly slain, their lives snuffed out without a second thought. The rebels could only watch in horror as their former allies were ruthlessly executed before their very eyes. As a punishment for their alleged madness, the flames consumed their bodies. Alaric had no choice but to take action, for he feared the harm they might inflict upon the innocent. After much negotiation later, Alaric struck a deal with the human politicians. As a result, the rebels would soon be released from their captivity. “Oh God!" Emaline embraced Alaric tightly, her heart still racing from the terror she had just experienced. "I thought I was going to die," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. The man remained silent, his sole focus being on providing solac
Two weeks had passed since the intense battle with the humans, and Emaline had finally found her footing in the vampire world. She moved with a newfound ease; her senses sharpened and her instincts honed. The once unfamiliar surroundings now felt like home, and she navigated the dark alleys and shadowy corners with a confidence that had eluded her before. The injuries from the fight were still fresh, but she wore them like a badge of honor, a reminder of the strength and resilience she possessed. Emaline had acclimated to her new surroundings beyond her wildest expectations. Little did she know that the world she had stepped into was meant to be her birth parents' realm. One couldn't help but feel at ease in such a place, where every sight beheld was a thing of beauty.The sheer magnificence of this place is simply breathtaking. There is no other place like this world, especially the moon. Every evening, the radiant sphere in the sky illuminates the world with its full and luminous
“Emaric Alline Bathory!” Emaline yelled at the child after Horacio picked him up in the human world. With a furrowed brow, Emaline cast a disapproving gaze upon her son. The woman stood in the tunnel leading to the human world, her heart heavy with anticipation for the arrival of her only child. The young lad, merely ten years old, nibbled on his lower lip, a sign of his inner turmoil. He knew that his mother would scold him and that his father would punish him. Horacio picked up the child with the Blood Faction, who was guarding the mother and son. Alaric is at an important meeting with the nobles. She exclaimed, exasperated. "I've warned you countless times that the tunnel is off-limits to minors. When will you finally understand?" Emaline's eyes narrowed as she chastised her son. The young lad lowered his gaze and remained silent, for he knew deep down that his mother's words held truth. “Humans are afraid of us! Emaline's frustration boiled over as she implored her son once a
"My dearest love!" Agonizing pain wracked her stomach, causing her to double over in discomfort. The woman's voice echoed through the sterile walls of the delivery room as she cried out, "I'm about to give birth!" The anticipation and excitement of the moment hung thick in the air as the medical team sprang into action, ready to assist in bringing new life into the world. Within the confines of the room, a group of nurses and doctors were present. As the woman writhed in pain, her husband stood by her side, his face etched with worry. The doctor bustled about the room, preparing the necessary tools and supplies. Everything was in place, ready for the imminent arrival of the new life that was about to enter the world. The wife's grip on her husband's hands was firm, as if she was afraid to let go. "I stand here, steadfast and unwavering, by your side, my love!" Her husband's words echoed in her mind, urging her on. "You can do it," he said, his voice filled with unwavering confidenc
The breadth of his kiss upon her nape was truly remarkable. Emaline Liliana let out a deep groan as she pulled the man's head closer to hers, deepening the kiss. As their lips met, a fiery passion ignited within her, spreading like wildfire through every inch of her being. Both of them were acutely conscious of their physical appearance. As the kiss traveled down Emaline's body, it finally reached her sensitive n*pples, causing her to release a sudden and ecstatic shriek. With a deep breath, she grasped onto the first stable object she could find, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Her hand darted forward, fingers curling around the man's neck. With a fierce determination, she tightened her grip, feeling the tendons in her arm strain with the effort. The darkness enveloped the room, rendering Emaline's face invisible to the man's eyes and Emaline being blind couldn't see the man's face who is pleasuring her. "Ohh..." The young woman's breath almost stopped as she gasped for
"Don't pay attention to them; act like you don't care that they exist." With a sneer of contempt, the king spat at his personal servant. He paid no heed to the incessant demands of human leaders. With the world under his command, he looked down upon the common folk as mere peasants in his newfound empire."Your Highness," the attendant spoke with a tremble in their voice, "they have made a threat. If we do not cease our actions, they will withhold their precious life-giving blood from us.The King raised an eyebrow when he was told that his attendant thought these humans were telling the truth."Horacio, did you bang your head on the palace wall?" A frigid breath escaped from the king's lips.Horacio, a man of unwavering loyalty to his sovereign, humbly lowered his head as a sign of reverence."Forgive me, Your Highness," he said with a bow. "I solemnly swear that I shall not trouble you with this matter again," Horacio said with a hint of remorse in his voice. The action elicited a s