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Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Rogue
Fingers which were long, separate and had sharp claws caught a bunch of pink shoulder length hair, viciously pulling her back towards its black domineering frame. "Argh!" Elizabeth groaned as sheer pain rocketeered from her head to her spine.It was not over when she felt her body caught through the wind and flung back, then slammed against the wall, before finally landing on the cold hard ground. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut from the pain, opened, and her body ran cold from the throbbing aches that spasmed from her spine to her head."Pathetic. A dog pretending to be a Wolf, it is no wonder you can not defend yourself. A disgrace." The Rogue spoke in English with the heaviest accent she had ever heard.It was close to a Vieann accent but it was Vieann.There was something Rogues despised more than regular Werewolves. It was weaklings. Their kind discarded the weaker of their Pack whenever a child had turned eight through a series of rituals.She paid no mind to the insults
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Blood thirsty
Humans? They were irrelevant, they died from age, they died from diseases, weaker creatures who hid in their little humans when the real creatures of nightmares came. Shapeshifters….. Beasts….. Wolves who came lurking out at night. Humans….. When the monsters came to play all they could do was run…. Run… Run…. Oliviér learnt that from a rather young age. Ah, they would always hide, silence themselves, peek, whenever they saw. The young boy sauntering, wondering why these humans were so fearful of him. He no longer wondered….. He was a fiend. Everyone sought a painless death. One that they go down swiftly, without enduring the pain that came before the darkness. Without the agony, with the exhilaration of the taunting feeling. He sought pain. The feeling that hurt not only the body but the mind, that sent your mind to a state of high that nothing else matters than the signal of pain the brain had sent to the rest of you. The one that sent his enemies to their knees, and tore
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Knights of Hara
How to describe the Werewolves who served Mother Earth? The monsters who thrived under the sufferings of the Commonfolks- etu ehmonsta in the language of Vieanns. In some parts of the world they were believed to be the servants of the devil…. A creature that guarded the gates of hell. But he was nowhere near. He was much different from any devil, he was the child who basked under the light of Mother Earth, forsaking the cruelty in the Werewolves' nature. No…. he was the son of the incarnate of pure hatred, and evil in one. In the eyes of the humans the great butcher of the false goddess. He would spend his free days feeding the Lowborns, teaching the children and fighting tooth and nail to grahr them SOME rights in the Kingdom but he would still never change in their eyes. Just like his race he was another monster of the false goddess as they would always point out behind his back. Created to be greatness alongside his comrades in the army, they would cause strife and pain to Commo
Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers. Dreams can come true
Elizabeth arrived at Grey district where Oliviér's directions lead her. "I can not remember the last time Master Oliviér had a woman here, I am still surprised he sent you here." An old man said, eyeing the white handkerchief with the signature OLX sew into it that Elizabeth had handed him.Elizabeth removed her eyes from the grey walls with silver insignia all over it. The perfectly arranged table with alcohol filling it, the several doors showing how big of an apartment it was."Come, come, let me show you to the guest room." The old man led her down the lengthy halls of Oliviér's home.The guest room was clean, which was not surprising seeing as how his parlor was clean as well."You can sleep here tonight, when Master Oliviér returns I will tell him of your arrival," the old man bowed before leaving the room.Elizabeth nodded, looking at the wide bed. She wasted no time crawling into it, not even bothering to remove her clothes or washing herself.….A pair of blue eyes flashed o
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
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