Pellethia held the scroll and read aloud, “Only the creatures willing to go through any lengths to protect those who need protection most shall inherit the Forest of Oderem.”    At the end of it was a signature that vampires had only ever seen in museums - the signature of Count Dracula.   Greg’s eyes went back to the ceiling before the pessimistic part of him spoke, “I wonder how the inhabitants planted it there.”   A shade of suspicion entered Pellethia’s eyes of wonder as she turned to Greg and asked, “You really think those who hid here put this there, Your Grace?”   His eyes were still stuck on the ceiling when he replied, “I don’t know. I’m not well-versed in…forest magic.”  

Two vigils and one minister were unconscious because they stood too close to one of the lightbulbs in a room when the lightbulbs exploded, and inhaled too much of the scent. Another twenty of them were nearing that stage as well.   Pellethia and Octavia were weakened but were the least affected since they were the firsts to be brought out. Just then, the forest exuded a lemony scent, and it appeared to be soothing the stinging sensation, reducing into a prickling one before the discomfort disappeared completely.   One by one, the vampires tried to get up on their own with the wolves and lycans by their side to support them should they fall halfway. It was astounding that none of them needed that support when they couldn’t even move less than two minutes before. Still, most of them sat back down because they felt that their insides we

Greg and Ivory got back into the cab and went straight to the address Nash just gave him. They reached the factory within forty-five minutes. When they got off and stepped towards the entrance, the two guards glowered at the duke and his follower. With an unperturbed expression, Greg announced, “I’m here to see Ruby Lyworth.” “Ms Lyworth did not mention any visits or appointments being scheduled today.” “Tell her that Greg Claw demands an immediate appointment.” Greg’s name got the guards on full alert. The duke, on the other hand, was insulted. How could there still be creatures who didn’t know what he looked like? The rogue world wasn’t even that big…alright, in all fairness, it did expand over the years, but shouldn’t these newcomers at least know the face of the person who was in-charge here? He hadn’t even been gone for a year! Sensing their hesitation, Greg murmured in a low, homicidal tone, “You have one minute to get me an appointment, or I kill you both, and if you have f

In the new hideout, Gerella had just explained to the kids (again) that they couldn’t go out to play yet because the weather wasn’t good. The truth was they were never going out to play now that they were hatching yet another escape route. After reporting to Saxum about the food supply, Gerella went for a stroll in the forest.   She was enjoying the coolness and the peace of the greenery in her invisible form. Then, she heard something. A rhythm. Lup-di-duh-di-dup. Over and over again. It was the most beautiful sound that she’d ever heard. But where was it coming from? There wasn’t a soul in sight, unless this was another discretus? Was she hearing the bodily fluid of the mate their Lord had bonded her to?   Gerella was excited but also nervous. She followed the sound, and found herself walking towards the beach, the very location Sa

Ideally, Toby would have wanted Gerella to deny his suggestion immediately, but her silence was worrying. There was nothing to control the Queen’s Authority yet but he and the others knew for a fact that the shell worked well to shield the rogues against Xandar.    Tweaking the shell to be offensive rather than defensive might take less effort and time than having to come up with something from scratch to control Lucianne. It already worked so well in Blue Crescent. With some improvements on the shell they gave the decipio-proditors, there was no doubt that the hybrids would succeed. This was getting more messed-up by the second.   Gerella started speaking again, “The queen has garnered many enemies over the years, being one of the main players to have them kicked out of their packs…”