Chastine’s jaw dropped in shock. Will we be found out? This thought immediately lingered in her mind. It was fortunate that even though Maxill hated sunlight, he chose to perch up above them. The local wasn’t able to see him at all. Maxill, being a black bat, hid in the shadows in the little alleyway they had just emerged into. Meanwhile, Juste was also spotted so he remained a wolf. He started scratching his body with his hind leg and then came sniffing Chastine while wagging his tail, making an impression that he was Chastine’s dog. “Wow, is that your dog?” the local began the conversation with her. Being quick witted that she was, she responded, “why, yes, yes! This is my dog, Juste.” She happily smiled back at the Makinarian and patted Juste at the head. Juste barked happily. “Is it an aggressive one?” “Uhm, no, no! He’s a friendly dog ahehe!” Juste then came sniffing the local on the foot. “Arf, arf!” Juste played along with Chastine’s plan. He was wiggling his tail aft
“Is this really the library?” Maxill pointed this out at Chastine. He happened to be familiar with the urban environment.“Why, what’s wrong about it?” Juste was innocently curious at Chastine and Maxill's behavior towards the edifice in front of them.Chastine mulled over their current situation on whether they would step inside the unconventional book building or not.She told to Juste, “Libraries don’t usually look like these...”“Hello there!” There was suddenly a tall man with a steampunk suit and an over-the-top top hat who sneaked up behind them.Chastine and Juste were startled, while both of Maxill's brows raised up. Maxill was eyeing the flamboyant witborn on his peripheral vision.The tall witborn then rested his hands onto Juste and Chastine’s shoulder, his right hand on Juste’s right shoulder, and his left hand on Chastine’s left shoulder.“W-who are you supposed to be?!” Juste asked while he was still freaked out by the sudden entry of the strange witborn.“Why, I’m Duke
Juste started to move the claw with the directional controls. It was tricky to maneuver as it sometimes wouldn’t budge at the exact place one wanted it placed. But sometimes, it was sensitive enough that a little nudge would get the claw from going out of bounds. Juste was studying how he should control it with just the right amount of pressure. The inner ends of his eyebrows met at the middle. Chastine noticed his struggle with the controls. “What’s wrong, Juste?” He explained his predicament, hoping Chastine would be able to provide a tip at least. “It’s a bit tricky to move. Sometimes it goes slow, sometimes fast, even if I apply the same amount of pressure.” “Duke-X, do you think the claw is broken?” Chastine asked the peculiar man beside him. Duke-X held the brim of his hat and ran his fingers around the its edge. “No, I’m afraid not. It’s just that the level of difficulty for this machine is high.” “Tough luck, my friend,” Maxill commented these words to Juste. With not
Chastine regained consciousness. She slowly opened her eyes and felt her head pounding in pain. “Ugh…ow!” She held her head while her hands were tied up in chains. The chains were light, but it restricted her movement. “W-what happened? What is this place?” She slowly scanned the slightly dim room; her eyes fell towards the young fellhound. “Juste!” Chastine shouted out of concern. Juste was still knocked out of his senses. His head was bowed down and his limbs were pinned to the wall. The shackle around his neck was now replaced with a lighter but firmer chain. The expression on his face looked pitiful; it’s as if his whole body was in pain. This misery of his was wholly attributed to his neck chain because it was made of pure silver. Silver is the metallic bane of werewolves. They get weak when the shiny metal touches their skin. Chastine hurriedly went near the fellhound’s side. She tried to see if she’d be able to find its lock, but to no avail. Juste felt Chastine’
“20 minutes. Took you twice as long to bust out of your room than the last time I trained you.”Juste and Chastine were startled at the greeting of a male voice.They suddenly turned around their backs to know of the man who had been waiting for them.It was the army commander, who was sitting comfortably while spending his time nibbling on a luscious fruit.He took one last big bite from it before putting it back on a dessert plate on a coffee table next to his chair.Scion then uncrossed his legs, stood up from his seat, and started to dust off his hands.“For awhile there, you looked like you’ve seen a ghost,” uttered the army chief.Juste was breathing heavily, while Chastine’s eyes were pried wide open because of the tense atmosphere.She looked at Juste, then at Scion, then back at the blue-eyed fellhound.Juste signaled for Chastine to go behind him. She quickly obliged.The young werewolf looked furious. “Release me, Scion. Release us. I don’t plan on going back to father.”Sc
“Am I late for the party?” The shadowy figure let out a mischievous smile, his confident stare taunting at Scion’s pride.It was Maxill—in bat form—and he came to the rescue. His claws were clutched on Chastine shoulders.“Thanks, Maxill!” Chastine’s smile was beaming from ear to ear.“Missed me already, Chas?” Maxill drew out an amusing smile on his face.The female witborn touched one of his claws. “Hyeah.”Maxill was flapping his wide wings high up in the air.His bat form was quite large he looked like a harpy eagle.The turbulence his wings were making made the airship tilt and sway.At such a high altitude, the wind grew more violent than it was before because of his flapping.Juste covered his face with his arm, while his other hand held on the ledge.It was dangerous for them at the deck, as they might get blown by the strong force of the wind.But it also was dangerous for Maxill to hover that high in the air because of the sun’s rays. Even as a hybrid, he was still suscepti
Juste was keeping himself from panicking.He had a furious and a shocked look upon his face. Both of his hands were occupied in holding down the thirsty bloodhunt.So he quickly ordered Chastine to pull her hand away from Maxill’s mouth.“Chastine, pull away your hand!” Juste’s eyes were fully opened. He was looking at Chastine in an alarming way.The beautiful witborn weakly tugged her bitten hand away from Maxill’s lips.She had dramatically weakened and was on the verge of collapsing, so she had no ample strength left to release her hand from the vampire’s fangs.Maxill could not control his craving and apparently had no plan on letting go of Chastine’s hand anytime soon.With the alarming situation they were having, Juste took it upon himself to force Maxill to let go of her hand.He aggressively squeezed Maxill’s neck so that he would choke and gasp for air, releasing Chastine’s hand in the process.Maxill felt Juste’s powerful grip that was suffocatingly digging around his neck
Maximillian Vikander, a.k.a. Maxill, is not like any other bloodhunt. He’s a special vampire hybrid that has surpassed his kind in skill, intellect, and power.One would probably think that because he’s half-blood, his bloodhunt gifts would become diluted.But it turned out the oppositeAs his gene pool became diverse, it enabled his mind and body to evolve and resist the weaknesses in both of his vampire and human genes.Add this to the fact that her sacrificial witborn mother constantly fed him pure human blood.He became stronger, more agile, and his intelligence had reached a higher level of genius compared to his peers. He’s aware of his exceptional abilities, but Maxill doesn’t know if his talents have served him well.Physically and intellectually he has definitely buffed up, but it left a big blow into his social life because many are afraid to admit that half-bloods would do better than full-bloods, and they were utterly envious that he had a constant supply of fresh and de