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Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Authority figure
Warm fair velvety tight skin rippled as his muscled hands slipped into the white long sleeves. Hard flat chest slowly being concealed by the white print shirt, the ugly head of a spiteful falcon reared its head on Oliviér's shoulder blade, it's red eyes looking as realistic as can be achieved.His face no longer had blood dripping from it, rather it was now polished, fair skin as always sheening inhumanly, golden-red eyes peeking from his slim cat-like lids, artistically aligned soft features that almost rendered him with air of a female if not for his tightly muscled body.His red tongue slipped from his mouth, the wet limp sweeping upon his soft blood red muscles. "Mornings must be rather hectic for you, look at you, you remind me of an intoxicated rabbit." He hushly said, looking from the corner at the blue eyed girl that had entered the parlor. She deadpanned at him. It was true that mornings took a toll on her. Her already unruly hair would turn wilder, rougher, like an insane t
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. The Rousseau Villa
*Five minutes earlier. "Straighten your back, you look unappealing with that posture," Oliviér quietly groused before rapping his curled fingers on the wooden hall doors of the Rousseau Villa. Elizabeth who was wearing Oliviér's shirt refrained from rolling her eyes. "May I know why we're here sir?" She asked, still gazing at the hall doors. They had arrived at the Rousseau Villa in Ayhorn District. Oliviér shifted his golden-red eyes to the corner watching her face which had turned bloated and slightly red from irritation. He never knew red was such an appealing color on Commoners. "A couple of documents were sent to me early dawn. It turned out before his execution Gentry Galloway had confessed to trying to sell some kind of artifact to the dead Lord… but the Investigator found no such thing on the crime scene." Elizabeth snapped her head towards him. Her eyebrows dipped. "But, isn't it possible that Bleach took the artifact? "It" had killed everyone so "it"could have taken th
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Constantine Rousseau
The man had black hair, it was plaited into thick braids that was knotted into a thicker braid at the back, the long braid thrown on one shoulder falling down to his stomach.He had a big build, a build that Elizabeth found herself comparing to Knight Sebastién Wright. His shoulders were broad, and muscles thick and hard, pressing against the black button up long sleeve, each taut muscles outlining from his black long sleeve.His complexion was darker than what Elizabeth had seen in Hara. It was darker than hers, but still lighter than the men in Vie town. Rising from his strong jaw then to his angular face and high cheekbones, lips formed readily plump and paleish blue, black eyes narrowing down at her with the tiniest of moles below the corner of his left eyes.He sniffed, his chest rising exaggeratedly, resulting in Elizabeth seeing how the robes that binded his V collar together had losendd roughly, allowing an explicit display of his sunkissed solid chest."What is it Vushka?" Th
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Frenemies.
Oliviér stepped down from the stairs, each step slow and easy as if he was the owner of the house. One of his hands were dug into his pockets, a part of his hair pushed behind his ear.Elizabeth had never seen such a cold look on his face before. His eyes that were trained on the Duke looked sharp yet hard and unforgiving, and there seemed to be a strand of vein pulsing on his fair neck.He spoke. "It's been a while, Constantine." He stood at the end of the stairs.Constantine Rousseau stared back at him, he did not mind the murder gleaming in Oliviér's eyes, simply smiling cheerfully."I haven't seen you in years, Fóix, always so busy with the next murder case, which is what I presume you are here for?"Constantine stretched out his hand towards Oliviér, who caught the hand in a friendly shake, although Oliviér's face was not too friendly.Oliviér suddenly broke into a laugh, his expressionless face now brimming with joy. "Ah, Constantine, don't be ridiculous, can I not visit a frien
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Bleach (1)
The full moon had come once again in Hara. At the red unit of Ayhorn District were the miscreants of the Nation. Citizens of Hara that had been deemed no longer useful to the Nation, citizens lower than Commoners, these citizens were named– Miscreants.Poverty greatly overwhelmed the red unit. Every house was built with thatch roofing, and mud that had huge cracks spreading out on it. The Red unit was the shame of Hara, focusing the Royal Council to eliminate the Red unit from the Harian Map, and moving the Red unit closely to the Border between Hara and their enemy Country Fellorn.Suffice to say the Red unit were cannon fodders for if a war would ever break out between Hara and Fellorn. That way the Miscreants of Hara would be useful to their nation.A small shaped male shoved past the beggars filtered on the broken steers of the Red unit. A couple of larger men followed him from behind, then pushed through those beggars who went as far as grabbing the legs of the small man to, beggi
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Bleach (2)
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
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. The cornered assistant Elizabeth
What a mess.The glass was shattered into several pieces on the ground. A heavy brown coffin, made from rough wood, lay on the ground, dust ridden.Oliviér swiped his finger on the top of the dust covered coffin. The way the planks were roughly nailed together left tiny spaces to see if you pressed your eyes onto it.He bent and pressed his eyes on the small space to see what laid inside the coffin. His golden-red eyes looked down, only to see utter darkness. He was not sure if there was something inside the coffin or just pure darkness, but it was strange all together."The Villa of a Duke was infiltrated by a masked Werewolf hunter, and then a coffin was thrown at the Duke, say Constantine what happened to your security?" Oliviér casually said, rising from the Coffin.Constantine Rousseau was wearing a black robe which allowed a glimpse of his chest. He yawned, then cut his bloodshot eyes at Oliviér."I reckon even the best of the best might not be able to stop this Werewolf Butcher
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Green-Red
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
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