Two weeks had passed since the intense battle with the humans, and Emaline had finally found her footing in the vampire world. She moved with a newfound ease; her senses sharpened and her instincts honed. The once unfamiliar surroundings now felt like home, and she navigated the dark alleys and shadowy corners with a confidence that had eluded her before. The injuries from the fight were still fresh, but she wore them like a badge of honor, a reminder of the strength and resilience she possessed. Emaline had acclimated to her new surroundings beyond her wildest expectations. Little did she know that the world she had stepped into was meant to be her birth parents' realm. One couldn't help but feel at ease in such a place, where every sight beheld was a thing of beauty.The sheer magnificence of this place is simply breathtaking. There is no other place like this world, especially the moon. Every evening, the radiant sphere in the sky illuminates the world with its full and luminous
“Emaric Alline Bathory!” Emaline yelled at the child after Horacio picked him up in the human world. With a furrowed brow, Emaline cast a disapproving gaze upon her son. The woman stood in the tunnel leading to the human world, her heart heavy with anticipation for the arrival of her only child. The young lad, merely ten years old, nibbled on his lower lip, a sign of his inner turmoil. He knew that his mother would scold him and that his father would punish him. Horacio picked up the child with the Blood Faction, who was guarding the mother and son. Alaric is at an important meeting with the nobles. She exclaimed, exasperated. "I've warned you countless times that the tunnel is off-limits to minors. When will you finally understand?" Emaline's eyes narrowed as she chastised her son. The young lad lowered his gaze and remained silent, for he knew deep down that his mother's words held truth. “Humans are afraid of us! Emaline's frustration boiled over as she implored her son once a
"My dearest love!" Agonizing pain wracked her stomach, causing her to double over in discomfort. The woman's voice echoed through the sterile walls of the delivery room as she cried out, "I'm about to give birth!" The anticipation and excitement of the moment hung thick in the air as the medical team sprang into action, ready to assist in bringing new life into the world. Within the confines of the room, a group of nurses and doctors were present. As the woman writhed in pain, her husband stood by her side, his face etched with worry. The doctor bustled about the room, preparing the necessary tools and supplies. Everything was in place, ready for the imminent arrival of the new life that was about to enter the world. The wife's grip on her husband's hands was firm, as if she was afraid to let go. "I stand here, steadfast and unwavering, by your side, my love!" Her husband's words echoed in her mind, urging her on. "You can do it," he said, his voice filled with unwavering confidenc
The breadth of his kiss upon her nape was truly remarkable. Emaline Liliana let out a deep groan as she pulled the man's head closer to hers, deepening the kiss. As their lips met, a fiery passion ignited within her, spreading like wildfire through every inch of her being. Both of them were acutely conscious of their physical appearance. As the kiss traveled down Emaline's body, it finally reached her sensitive n*pples, causing her to release a sudden and ecstatic shriek. With a deep breath, she grasped onto the first stable object she could find, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Her hand darted forward, fingers curling around the man's neck. With a fierce determination, she tightened her grip, feeling the tendons in her arm strain with the effort. The darkness enveloped the room, rendering Emaline's face invisible to the man's eyes and Emaline being blind couldn't see the man's face who is pleasuring her. "Ohh..." The young woman's breath almost stopped as she gasped for
"Don't pay attention to them; act like you don't care that they exist." With a sneer of contempt, the king spat at his personal servant. He paid no heed to the incessant demands of human leaders. With the world under his command, he looked down upon the common folk as mere peasants in his newfound empire."Your Highness," the attendant spoke with a tremble in their voice, "they have made a threat. If we do not cease our actions, they will withhold their precious life-giving blood from us.The King raised an eyebrow when he was told that his attendant thought these humans were telling the truth."Horacio, did you bang your head on the palace wall?" A frigid breath escaped from the king's lips.Horacio, a man of unwavering loyalty to his sovereign, humbly lowered his head as a sign of reverence."Forgive me, Your Highness," he said with a bow. "I solemnly swear that I shall not trouble you with this matter again," Horacio said with a hint of remorse in his voice. The action elicited a s
The darkness of the night was accompanied by a biting cold that seemed to seep into every crevice. Emaline and her mother stood outside the house, checking the surroundings. The gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and the distant chirping of insects filled the air. The moon was shining bright, casting a glow on their faces. They stood there in silence, taking in the beauty of the moment. She was a vulnerable creature, one who could not be left to her own without the watchful eye of a guardian. Having completed her meal, the lady stepped out into the crisp night air. The young woman harbored no grievances regarding their way of life or her present circumstances. She possessed no right to voice her complaints, her surroundings a mere lose to her unseeing eyes. She relied solely on her senses and the guidance of her parents. Emaline had always been aware of the fact that she had never come across someone who shared her age. It was a peculiar realization that
Emaline's hands flew to her mouth, stifling the gasp that threatened to escape. The young maiden's ears perked up at the sound of her father's enraged howls outside the confines of their abode. Her tears fell silently, like blood dripping from a fresh wound. She felt like the most insignificant fledgling, listening to her sire's torment. Her parents stood guard outside, shielding a kindred spirit like herself who was ill-equipped to endure this modern age. Emaline grasped and wandered, looking for the entrance. Even though she wanted to help, even though she was blind. The girl exerted her extraordinary power to pry open the lock as if it were a mere toy. Her eyes glistened with the crimson tears of sorrow. She trembled with fear, her heart pounding in her chest as she contemplated the fate that awaited not only herself but also her beloved parents. The unknown dangers lurking in the shadows of the night threatened to consume them all, leaving nothing but a trail of blood and despai
"Even if you were to murder me," she said with a steady gaze. "No matter what actions you take, your identity as a creature of terror and fear remains unaltered." Those were the precise words that Emaline managed to articulate.As the night wore on, it became increasingly clear that she was the most reviled individual in attendance. Her transgression? Inciting the wrath of a noble vampire who was merely carrying out the orders of their sovereign."Be quiet," he commanded sharply. The piercing cry of the vampire woman reverberated through the dense forest. The only activity that seemed to occupy the others was a boisterous bout of laughter."Release my daughter at once!" Had Victor not compelled himself to rise and come to his daughter's aid, the female vampire would have persisted in her actions.Victor, wounded and desperate, swung the shotgun with all his might at the female vampire, who had a tight grip on Emaline. Despite the force of the blow, the vampire refused to release her p