MasukSomewhere beneath the kiss and under the full moon, Vena's heart is remembering Nikolai again, and for a breeder here for only one reason, that is very dangerous. Stay tuned for more. Leave a comment and a like, and a review. See you on the next!💚
Vena.I stared down at the notebook in front of me with a smile slowly spreading across my face, my fingers still wrapped awkwardly around the pencil as I looked at the letters written across the page that spelt my full name.Vena Ravensong.The words looked uneven and shaky, the letters slightly crossing over the blue lines beneath them, but it still made something warm bloom inside my chest.“Is this really how to spell my name?” I asked softly, almost disbelieving.Sasha smiled proudly from beside me and nodded immediately.“Of course it is.”Elena leaned over the table dramatically to inspect the page before wrinkling her nose slightly.“Though I must say,” she started thoughtfully, “your handwriting is a over the line and really bad.”Sasha immediately smacked her arm.“Don’t listen to her,” she told me quickly. “You’re still learning. There’s been so much progress since last week.”I laughed softly under my breath before looking back down at my name again.The fact that I could
Vena.I tightened my grip slightly on the small paper bag in my hands as I approached the building, trying my best to look casual even though my heart was beating painfully hard inside my chest.The prison tower stood separated from the rest of the mansion grounds, surrounded by black gates and enough guards to make it clear nobody entered here freely. And for a second, I shivered at the memory of the first time I was here. Just as I reached the entrance, one of the guards stepped in front of me immediately.“No one is allowed to see the witch.”I nearly jumped at his voice before quickly forcing an awkward smile onto my face. Raising the paper bag slightly, I scratched the back of my neck nervously.“I’m just here to give her these,” I said softly. “Menstrual pads.”The guard blinked and I continued quickly before he could stop me again.“Unless you want her bleeding all over your fancy prison cells.”The man’s face immediately twisted in visible disgust then he muttered something u
Nikolai.I watched quietly as Vena finally stepped fully into the piano room. She looked at me for only a second before quickly glancing away again, nervousness settling visibly into her body as her fingers tugged lightly at the edge of her oversized sleeve.It made something darkly amused stir inside me and I took another slow sip of whiskey before speaking.“I thought I told you to stay away from this room.”Vena looked back at me immediately, a small scowl appearing on her face.“You didn’t,” she argued softly. “You said this room was an exception.”A smile twisted faintly at my lips.There it was again.That sharp little mouth of hers.Even when her heart was thundering loudly enough for me to hear from across the room, even when fear still lingered in the way she held herself around me, she always said exactly what was on her mind. Most people in my presence stumbled over their words or carefully measured every sentence before speaking to me, terrified of saying the wrong thing.V
Nikolai.The piano room was dark except for the faint light slipping in from outside. It barely reached the piano, only casting a dull glow across the polished white surface while the rest of the room remained buried in shadows. I sat on the couch with a glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the instrument silently..Moonless nights always weaken wolves.We drew strength from the moon, from its presence, from its pull, and on nights like this my wolf felt quieter inside me, too weak to properly guard my thoughts. Memories always found a way in during nights like this. The kind I spent years trying to bury.I took another sip of whiskey and leaned back against the couch slowly, but it was already too late.I was sinking again.Back into the past.I could still remember that night clearly.I had been six years old when I heard my mother screaming again.It happened so often back then that my body already knew what to do before my mind could even process it. I had climbed out of bed qui
VenaVaelor finally stepped back and looked around the ruins of the castle.His boots echoing through the empty hall as he approached what looked like the remains of an ancient throne at the far end of the ruin. Dark vines had crawled over it completely.Vaelor looked at them in disgust and then with one lazy motion of his hand, he shoved them aside and sat down heavily on the throne as though it belonged to him.I slowly pushed myself upright from the floor, my throat still burning where he had choked me earlier.“Where is Freya?” I asked again.Vaelor leaned back against the broken throne casually, one arm resting against the cracked stone while those red eyes watched me with amusement.“Somewhere safe.”I clenched my fists. “I need to see her.” My voice shook despite my effort to sound strong. “I need to know she’s alive.”Vaelor tilted his head slightly. “She is.”I scoffed angrily and stepped closer before stopping myself at a safe distance.“You told everyone she died five years
VenaThe moment I realized I was dreaming, dread flooded through me.No.No no no.I had tried so hard to stay awake.After dinner I had forced myself to remain downstairs with the girls until they left. Even after returning to my room I had sat by the window for what felt like hours, watching the dark forest beyond the mansion and praying exhaustion would not win.But it always did.The worst part was that this wasn't really a dream.It was a trance. My body was back at Thornmoon Pack, but my spirit and soul had been transported elsewhere and this time it was what looked like a ruined castle.And I knew what was coming next.Vampires who marked humans could infiltrate thoughts, project themselves into dreams, bend the mind until sleep no longer felt safe. And now I was here again.I stood in the ruins of an ancient castle, the air cold and thick with decay. Cracked stone walls towered around me, vines crawling through broken arches, it was darker because there was no moon in the sky,
Vena.The next time I opened my eyes, I thought I had died.I was back in my room in House Rose, the air was thick a metallic scent.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.Then the pain hit.It was everywhere. Between my legs. Along my neck. My wrists. My thighs. My body felt split open, hollowed out and
Vena.I didn't realize so much time had passed in the garden glasshouse. I had found some tools by accident.At the very back of the glasshouse, behind a row of tangled vines and a leaning wooden shelf, there was a small storage cabinet half hidden by overgrowth. It looked like it hadn’t been opened
VenaI woke up with a sharp ache pressing behind my eyes.For a few long seconds, I did not move. I just lay there, staring at the pale strip of light cutting across the dark ceiling above me. Someone had opened the curtains while I slept. Only a small gap, just enough to let morning light in.My he
VenaI woke up with a dry throat and my head felt like there was someone playing drums in there. It took a few seconds for me to remember where I was. The ceilings weren't familiar and I didn't remember my bed to be this comfortable.I blinked again, slowly sitting up as memories of earlier today re







