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Several more years had passed in the hidden sanctuary where Vesper and Qillalon lived, far from the prying eyes of the world. The once-vibrant Alpha Qillalon had aged gracefully under Vesper’s care. Though he had grown frail, his spirit remained strong, and his love for Vesper never wavered.Vesper, having regained her strength, devoted herself entirely to Qillalon. She hunted food for him when his body grew too weak, shared stories of their past battles, and held his hand as they watched the moon rise together.“Don’t I sicken you? I’m an old man now… You’re kissing an old man.” He said playfully, but Vesper understood the pain in his words.She shook her head, “I would never feel that way. For me, you are as handsome as the day I saw you.”He chuckles lightly, “I’m going to die soon. I can feel it.” He uttered in a weak voice. Fear gnawing deeply in him. He doesn't want to leave her alone.She held his hand tightly, assuring him everything would be fine.He winces in pain. Age had ca
The 76th-floor council hall of the Citadel headquarters was packed, its towering stone walls echoing with murmurs of anticipation. The trial of Elder Mauritius had drawn every faction of wolves aligned with the Citadel. Accused of breaking the rules of the manor, Elder Mauritius stood shackled before the tribunal. His shoulders sagged, but his eyes burned with indignation.Elder Gilgamesh presided over the trial, his voice stern and authoritative as he listed Mauritius's alleged crimes. "Elder Mauritius, you stand accused of allowing vampires and even old blood to enter the Citadel Manor. Do you deny these charges?" he questioned.Elder Mauritius met his gaze calmly. "No."Elder John sighs, "Elder Mauritius, you stand accused of conspiring with the Black Order and betraying the Citadel. Do you deny these charges?"Elder Mauritius's eyes widened in shock but calmly replied, "I do. And I suspect you know the truth, Elder."The crowd gasped, but before Elder Gilgamesh could retort, Elde
The devastating battle in the Citadel manor had ended.It only lasted several hours but the damage and death were massive.500 Hunters. 50 Vampires.100 Werewolves.Gone—all because of a selfish act of a man.The Citadel had claimed victory against the Black Order. The battle had been hard-fought, leaving scars on the land and on those who survived. Yet, despite their triumph, the shadow of the Headmaster lingered. His escape was a bitter reminder that their work was far from done.As the Citadel forces returned to their manor, their celebration was muted by somber news. Among the fallen were two names that carried weight and legend: Vesper, the vampire of Old Blood, and Alpha Qillalon, the purest of wolves. The message spread like wildfire, shaking the Citadel’s ranks and casting a pall over their supposed victory.Despite the help the vampires provided in the war, their objectives were questioned by the Elders in the Headquarters and not only them but also Elder Mauritius.“How co
Quillion and Velmont trudged through the garden, their faces contorted with disgust at the grotesque scene before them. Blood smeared the marble statues, the ground soaked in blood. The white benches were painted red and the air reeked of decay.Velmont gagged, clutching his stomach, while Quillion steadied himself, his sharp senses catching a lingering trace of his son’s scent."They went this way," Quillion growled, his crimson eyes narrowing. Without waiting for Velmont, he dashed toward the Flatlands, where the scent grew stronger with each step.When he arrived, chaos unfolded before him. Alpha Qillalon and Vesper were locked in a fierce battle inside the vehicle with the Headmaster and his hunters. Both looked exhausted. Alpha Qillalon's fur turned red with mixed blood on his flesh.Vesper looked unkempt and as the wind blew in Quillion’s direction, he could smell her burnt skin.The Headmaster shrouded in a dark aura, unleashed devastating attacks, his sinister laughter echoin
The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos and despair, but for Alpha Qillalon, everything else faded when Vesper fell. Her crumpled form lay amidst the smoldering ruins, her obsidian eyes turned lifeless by poison. A guttural roar erupted from his chest, shaking the air as rage consumed him. He dropped to his knees, trembling, but it wasn’t sorrow that overtook him—it was fury.His thunderous growl echoed in the Citadel estate. Quillion’s heart pounded when he heard it. “What was that?” Velmont asks as they make their way to the second floor.“That’s my son. He sounded devastated,” Quillion explains.Velmont swallowed slowly, a knife twisting in his gut. “Vesper,” he mumbled as they continued their voyage to the garden.Outside…Alpha Qillalon, shifted to his wolf form. Bones cracked and stretched, muscles rippled, and his human visage gave way to the majestic and terrifying shape of a wolf. His fur, once streaked with silver, now gleamed a pure, unbroken white, as if reflecting the i
Vesper and Alpha Qillalon returned to the manor, the air thick with the scent of battle. The Black Order pressed against their defenses, relentless in their assault. This time, their goal was clear: to keep the enemy away from the digital room, where critical intelligence lay vulnerable.Vesper’s sharp claws gleamed as she fought alongside Alpha Qillalon, who was flaunting his majestic, powerful wolf form. Their movements synchronized in perfect harmony. Every strike, every step was a testament to their bond, forged in the crucible of countless battles.“Mate, we’ll hold them here,” Qillalon growled, his voice cutting through the cacophony. “They must not move past us.” He declared himself in danger.Suddenly, a shift in the battlefield drew Vesper’s attention. At the edge of the hedge maze, a figure emerged—the Headmaster, clad in dark robes that seemed to ripple with malevolent energy. He stood with an air of superiority, his cold gaze fixed on Vesper.The Headmaster had been watchi