| Eternal Devotion Series • Completed | Elise Dorne is one of the finest hunters of the Elysium order-cold, precise, and relentless. When she's assigned to track down Vael Laurent D'Rath, a notorious mafia lord who thrives in the shadows, she expects just another mission. But as their deadly game of cat and mouse unfolds, Elise and Vael begin to uncover fragments of a past-memories of another life, another time, where their fates were intertwined in ways far more dangerous than they ever imagined. With every step closer to the truth, the lines between hunter and prey blur, and Elise is forced to question everything she knows. Is Vael truly her enemy, or has destiny bound them together for something far greater than revenge?
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The sheets were still tangled around them, heat clinging to their skin like smoke after a fire neither of them wanted to name. Outside, the world remained quiet — too quiet. But inside, tension crackled louder than thunder. Elise’s fingers slid beneath the pillow. Her eyes, sharp like a blade unsheathed, locked onto the figure beside her. The pistol gleamed silver in the dim light as she raised it. Vael didn’t even flinch. Naked under the sheets, ink-black runes still faintly glowing across his skin, he tilted his head and smiled — slow, dangerous, unafraid. "Kitten," he murmured, voice thick with amusement and something darker. "I told you. You only have three chances to kill me." Her grip didn’t falter. But her voice trembled with fury, and something else she refused to name. "You killed him. Right in front of me, Vael. He begged. He had a family." His gaze didn’t waver. The stars in his eyes burned hotter now, but colder too — like a supernova before collapse. “And if I hadn’t?” he asked, voice low and raw. “He would’ve put a bullet through your skull. He wasn’t pleading. He was calculating.” “I hate you,” she hissed, the words slicing through the haze between them. “I hate how cruel you are. I hate how you always decide for me.” Vael sat up slowly, unbothered by the gun aimed at his heart. “You still owe me a promise,” he said, voice almost a whisper. “And I always collect, sweetie.” Something in her shattered — not her will, but the fragile line between anger and desire, between pain and the memory of his mouth on hers. The air around them trembled with anguish, thick with burning need. “You haunt me,” she whispered. "And you,” he leaned in, teeth grazing her lower lip, “never stop chasing me, little hunter.” Their mouths crashed together — all fury and fire, hands gripping, tearing, needing. Her pistol clattered to the floor, forgotten. Their bodies knew this war too well — the push and pull, the need to destroy and devour. — Elise Dorne is one of the finest hunters of the Elysium order-cold, precise, and relentless. When she's assigned to track down Vael Laurent D'Rath, a notorious mafia lord who thrives in the shadows, she expects just another mission. But as their deadly game of cat and mouse unfolds, Elise and Vael begin to uncover fragments of a past-memories of another life, another time, where their fates were intertwined in ways far more dangerous than they ever imagined. With every step closer to the truth, the lines between hunter and prey blur, and Elise is forced to question everything she knows. Is Vael truly her enemy, or has destiny bound them together for something far greater than revenge? Author: Mowtie Writes Status: Completed Language: English Genre: Fantasy, Mythology, Science Fiction and Romance Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are purely the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the prior written permission of the author.A dull ache throbbed in Elise’s wrists as she slowly regained consciousness. The weight of exhaustion clung to her, her body sluggish and heavy. The warmth surrounding her wasn’t suffocating like before—it was soft, unfamiliar. Her fingers twitched against silk sheets. Her eyes fluttered open. The dim glow of candlelight bathed the room in a golden hue. The scent of leather, smoke, and something unmistakably him lingered in the air. She shifted slightly, feeling the cool sensation of something smooth against her wrists. Confused, she lifted her hands. Her wrists—once raw and torn from the chains—were now wrapped in soft bandages, the faint scent of ointment lingering on her skin. Someone had tended to her wounds. Her gaze drifted across the room, taking in the dark wood furnishings, towering bookshelves, and the faint crackling of a fireplace in the corner. The air was still, save for the soft rustle of pages turning. Then she saw him. Vael. Casually seated in a chair beside h
Elise’s head throbbed, a dull ache radiating from the base of her skull as she regained consciousness. A sharp, biting cold wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She tried to move, but a metallic clink stopped her short—chains. Her limbs were bound, heavy iron restraints digging into her skin. The air was thick with dampness, carrying the scent of rust, mold, and something more sinister—blood. Her breathing hitched as her senses sharpened. The dim torchlight flickered, casting long, distorted shadows across the cracked stone walls. She was underground, in a dungeon, or worse. A sound—slow, deliberate footsteps echoed through the chamber. Elise stiffened, her pulse quickening. Someone was there. From the darkness, a figure emerged. His face was a patchwork of scars, deep gashes and old wounds marring his skin like a grotesque map of past battles. His cold, predatory gaze locked onto hers, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk. "Finally awake." His voice was rough, thick with amusem
The night air was crisp when Elise slipped through the concealed entrance of their hideout. The torches lining the stone walls flickered, casting jagged shadows as she moved swiftly through the narrow corridors. She had managed to avoid most of the watchmen, but there was one person she couldn't escape. Her heart was still pounding from the chase, the remnants of Vael's voice lingering in her mind like a haunting whisper. "Run, kitten. Let's see how long it takes before you come back to me." She clenched her fists, pushing the thought away as the sight of Elysium's towering walls came into view. The base stood strong, hidden within the ruins of an old fortress, a place that had become her home, her sanctuary. But tonight, it felt suffocating. The moment she stepped inside, she was met with hushed voices and wary glances from those still awake. They knew she had left, but none dared question her. Not yet. "Elise." She barely had time to curse before Soren emerged from the shadows,
Elise’s pulse pounded in her ears, but she refused to look away, refusing to let him see an ounce of fear. She lifted her chin, meeting his burning gaze with unshaken defiance. “Then let me ask you again.” Her voice was steady, but there was a razor-sharp edge to it, daring him. The man chuckled, slow and deep, the sound curling around her like smoke—warm, intoxicating, and dangerous. His eyes glowed in the dim light, filled with an amusement that sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re bold to question me,” he mused, lips quivering into a smirk. “Shall I entertain you before I send you to your death, sweetie?” The pet name made her stomach twist, not in fear—but in something else. Something darker. He said it like a mockery, like she was a toy he was toying with before breaking. Her fingers twitched, itching for her weapon. “Are you one of Vael’s men?” she pressed, her patience unraveling. His smirk widened. “Oh? I didn’t know I was so popular with hunters.” His voice was lazy, teas
The underworld was alive with sin and secrecy. The auction house, hidden beneath layers of deception, was a den where the corrupt and the powerful gathered, their masked faces concealing identities but not their desires. Here, wealth was measured not just in gold but in influence, and the things being sold—priceless relics, forbidden weapons, and even the lives of the unfortunate—were merely tools in a greater game. Elise had never stepped into a place like this before. Her duty had always been to protect humanity from the monsters lurking in the dark, but tonight, she had to become part of that darkness. She arrived under the guise of a wealthy noblewoman from a faraway land, her disguise meticulously crafted to blend in. Her usually loose golden hair was styled in an elaborate updo, pinned with obsidian ornaments, and she wore a sleek, form-fitting dress that gave her an air of effortless elegance. It was uncomfortable—far from the combat attire she was used to—but necessary. The l
The night smelled of death. Burnt flesh, gunpowder, and the lingering stench of monster blood clung to the ruined streets. The city was silent, save for the distant crackle of fires still smoldering in the aftermath of battle. Elise Dorne stood amidst the wreckage, her breath ragged, twin pistols still smoking in her grasp. Her body was screaming for rest, her limbs sluggish, her vision swimming at the edges-but she didn't collapse. She wouldn't. Not yet. A low, guttural snarl shattered the eerie stillness. Her silver eyes flicked toward the sound, pulse hammering in her ears. From the shadows, something stirred-a massive creature, larger than the others, its sinewy frame shifting unnaturally, as though its body was constantly reshaping itself. Clawed hands scraped against the cracked pavement, carving deep grooves into the earth. Its sunken red eyes locked onto her, filled with something more than rage. Hunger. Elise's grip on her weapons tightened, her chest rising and falling
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