“And you will remain a vampire forever if you do,” Ginika reminded with unmasked worry. His heart was melting. It was as if seeing the girl’s tears also brought tears to his own eyes.Abigail smiled before giving him a comforting gaze, “I will become a vampire if I die.” She said. She was thinking too much about ‘if’ and it won’t bring her anywhere, so she stopped doing so a long time ago. Her life is already like an hourglass that don’t have much sand.  “Then, don’t die, my love, please don’t die,” Ginika said, and they hugged each other, feeling the heat and resting in the warmth and comfort. As long as they stood there, Vera and the vampire girl

She looked him expressionlessly, “Suit yourself, but I have told you that enjoy is a strong word. Try not to talk the horse to death, and it is still a long way to Landevia. At least when you are not around, then the other horses can rest too.” Cassandra seriously said before she proceed on washing her face now, and Gareth could see her eyes studying Bola, who was washing at the other end of the river.Gareth stomach knotted as he hurried back to the horses. How long had he waited for this day? It was hard to tell. Even as he made his way to the horses, he just could let the thoughts wither. His father had chased him out of the castle because he was weak, but if he presented this new prophesy to him, perhaps he would spare his life and accept him back into the Cavaliers as one of his so

Ginika did not know why, but when he told Vera the story, she seemed different. He could not blame her after all since she was supposed to be a very loyal servant to the Emperor. Sometimes he even wonders why she was so good to him when he did not show any support for the current dictator. Aside from that, the story passed down by his people was really true absurd. Probably it was the most logical way for them to justify why some of them have special powers while the others don’t. Every power given by the heaven was only received by those who were blessed, so one should be grateful. Well, demon and vampires were always unique creatures that no one could even explain where they came from or how they come into existence. With that being said, the story passed d

“You must have had a long journey. The sugar would help keep you focus. I want to be sure that I am not talking to some insane people,” Dante laughed. “Still cracking the same old jokes,” Vera said as she collected the cup and took the first sip.“Those jokes might be old, but they are true,” Dante said and walked back to his chair. He shifted the belt on his pouty stomach before taking a seat. “I had a visitor once from Mugot. A fine lady. She had come just at the time when I had run out of stock. Guess what happened in the middle of our discussion. She slumped right before my very eyes and refused to wake up until she perceived the aroma from the pie the children were baking that day.”The man laughed again, harder this time, but Vera only chuckled. Ginika, on the other hand, was still trying to capture everything in the man’s office. Maybe he had not seen these types of things before. Vera concluded. “Don’t mind my old silly jokes. Where is your partner?”“Dead,”“Dead?” Dante’s

Eric’s ears twitched as they caught the voice of the wind. In it was a soft melodious song that played from the downstairs. The tambourines only kept the background, but the soft voice of the lystral was heartwarming. He remembered the song from the day before when the people had gathered to celebrate his birthday. It was still playing at this moment, and he liked it so much. He could not help but get himself immersed in the song. So lovely. Eric thought, and the glass cup clattered as they touched his teeth. He then gulped the content of the glass cup and set it on the hands of the balcony. So this is all I have been missing for thirteen years? Something shifted in hi