All Chapters of Astral Odyssey: Dying Ember: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amidst the silence of the night and the snores, the soft rustle of leaves and grass could be heard here and there. Finally, some ghouls that should have been on patrol appeared and stood around Vanora. They looked at Vanora with a glazed over look in their eyes. /Take her away from Lord Vlad. Place her in someone else’s arms./The order echoed repeatedly in their mind. They moved as one and pulled Vanora away from Vlad. They pulled, and pulled, and pulled, but Vanora was stuck as if she was rooted to the ground. Being mindless creatures at the moment, they did not stop to consider why, nor did they notice the black mark appear on the back of Vlad’s hand.Vlad’s eyes flew open. The sight of ghouls still pulling onto Vanora put him in a blind rage. A burst of power exploded from him and decayed everything around him, including any beings that happened to be sleeping close enough to him. Only Vanora, who was still unconscious and no

After the incubi left, Vlad rushed back to Vanora's side to find her barely conscious. Her breathing was ragged, there was a little frown, and her face was flushed, but she appeared knocked out. She opened her eyes soon after he appeared by her side, though.When she made eye contact with him, she beamed like she had met her saviour. Her trembling hand reached up to touch his cheek. From that, he could tell that the sedative effect was wearing off. "Damn it, what am I to do with you…?" He groaned. His power of sloth told him exactly what she was drugged with, and that the only cure was sexual gratification. Depending on how much aphrodisiac had entered her system and how concentrated it was, it would affect how many orgasms she would have to reach before its effect wore off. After fantasizing so much, this was the perfect chance for him to have her. She was even going for him by herself. This may even be the only chance he would ever get! 

The next morning, Vlad woke up first, as usual. However, this time, he spared a lot more time to gaze at Vanora’s sleeping profile. The thought to wipe her memories from last night crossed his mind. /I probably should ask her first.../Her brush with danger last night was far too close for comfort. Blaming himself for what happened to her, he vowed to tighten his security further and be a lot more careful. He sighed softly as he brought his fingers to her face and stroked her cheeks ever so lightly. "You're so precious." He whispered then kissed her forehead.Vanora frowned a little, then her eyelids slowly lifted. She looked at Vlad with sleep still in her eyes, "Morning...""Sorry for waking you up. You can sleep some more." She shook her head and slowly sat up. They then went about their morning routine like nothing was any different between them. While she drank her tea, Vlad finally found the courage to bring up the

The moment Angela broke in with the other angels, Vanora's eyes followed her. She wanted to look away, but she could not. A surge of hateful emotions suddenly coursed through her veins. Her breathing turned ragged. Every muscle fibre in her screamed to attack. So, although she had her eyes on the fight, she paid no attention to it./Not again./ Vanora fought for control over her body. The internal fight to keep her sanity was so intense that she unknowingly dug her nails into Vlad's arms. It went in deep enough to draw blood. /Are you thinking of letting her go? Of running away?/ A deep voice that sounded like nails on a chalkboard suddenly resounded clearly in her head. Vanora paled in shock. That was far from the voice she expected to hear in her head.The voice cackled in the same way it did when it first communicated with Vanora./Surprised? Demons don't have a weak thing like trust. See what would have happene

After they settled down, Vlad did not want to keep up the friendliness. He believed that there was no need to maintain any relations since they could survive well on their own. Vanora believed otherwise. She did not want to be hostile, then disliked, only to have trouble come knocking at their door. Her go-to plan was to be as boring as possible. One day, they should be forgotten. However, she forgot to account for Vlad's effect.  Visits to their house never stopped. All of which were young and old women. They bore gifts with the excuse that it was to welcome them and help them tide over tough times. However, Vanora knew better. Although she was always the one who received them, they insistently asked for Vlad, so that they could give him their well wishes too. Not to mention her ability to hear their little gossips.  While Vanora could not care les