บททั้งหมดของ Claimed By The Vampire King: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The Hunters' Base, Sonaiste.1:05 AMMonday, August 5th, 2024.Josie's POV (Continued)The ceiling was white and clear, but there was no light source in sight. Actually, the ceiling was a reflection of the room as a whole. Sterile in every sense of the word.“Jo?” I turned my head and found Char and Ru staring at me with worried expressions.I blinked back at them and returned to my inspection of the cell like room we were in. It wasn’t interesting per se, but it was so bland and white and it reminded me of those one way cells I’ve seen in spy movies. At any rate, the lack of color was a soothing balm on my rioting nerves.“.…Doc? What’s wrong with her?” I heard Char ask from above my head, but I couldn’t find the strength to turn my head, not even when soft but gloved fingers inspected my shoulder.“While you’re answering that, can you explain where the fuck this is?” Ru asked bitingly.Here happened to be the inside of the building the hunters had marched us into. There was a blank

Skyline Hotel.Thursday, August 8th, 2024.4 P.M.Josie's POVOnce, when I was about ten or eleven years old, I tried to save the prettiest butterfly I’d ever seen from a frog and ended up killing it. It was the morning after a torrential downpour. When mother nature was done reminding us little mortals about her supremacy, I’d ventured out of the house towards our backyard. The sun was still hiding and the clouds looked like they had more water to dump on us, but the air was crisp and smelled earthy. I inhaled the wonderful smell greedily as I hurried towards my garden. For some reason, I wanted a garden. I could never remember why, but I think it had something to do with the most popular girl in my class. Dad, bless his heart, had tried to help me start the garden, but we were both clueless about gardening and even worse, we definitely had the opposite of whatever green fingers were supposed to be. After a week of steadily killing flowers, Nora had groaned in disgust and finally he

The Knights Sisterhood, Variku. Thursday, 8th of August, 2024. Noon. Anna's POV I jolted awake with a lurch. "Argh!" I gasped in shock as my naked elbows slammed against bare floor. I rolled onto my back, tears stinging my eyes. The room was cold, I realized suddenly. Rubbing up and down my arms vigorously, I sat up and looked around. It was empty save for the cold slab I just fell from and the wall of bottles.The lighting in the room was muted even though I couldn't see any light source. I couldn't find a window either - or a door. Where was Josie? My last memory was of the floating lady who had promised to get me to Josie. Then for some reason, I'd been in pain - and then nothing. "Hey! Let me out!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs. I had to shout two more times before the wall separated and a girl wearing a white skirt and strapless crop top walked in. "Hey, you're awake," she murmured with a smile as she walked on bare feet towards me. "I'm Anise. What's your name?" "

The District, Lourve, Hiiu. Thursday, 8th of August, 2024. 6 PM Anna's POV (Continued) “Hey. Wakey wakey.” The voice was soft but the tap on my cheek was not. Why was Rita in my room? I groaned, swatted away the annoying hands and rolled over. “Stop it, Rita. I need to sleep some more.” Something hard ground against my stomach as a voice laughed softly. “I'm afraid I can't let you do that.” The sound was musical and melodious. Rita had throat cancer earlier in life. Thanks to their less than buoyant financial status, the cancer had eaten deep before they got medical help. She was fine now and everything, but her voice was harsh and raspy. This was not Rita’s laugh. Or voice. My eyes snapped open and I came face to face with probably the most beautiful woman I'd ever met. She had delicate features that distinctly reminded me of a doll, what with how soft and ethereal she was. No mortal should ever have skin as soft and glowing as hers. “Are you an angel?” I asked, bemused. I

FlashBackEstria - February 16,1991.Lady Piia's POV“Enough!” the voice thundered. Leaves rustled and even a few ravens flew away. That’s how bothered the whole surrounding had been by the sudden booming sound. Even from twenty feet away, I shivered at the uncontrolled rage in the tone. But the brown haired waif of a girl who was probably seconds away from being throttled by the irate mountain of a woman stared back defiantly, not a single hint of fear in her expressive chocolate eyes. Albus Nogru, wearing the brown and gold robes of an instructor glowered, her veins bulging as her hands shook, probably from the effort it took not to wrap it around Inna’s neck. “They are people too. They have a right to be taught and you can’t deny them their right!” Inna, my ever defiant, ever reckless friend snapped back loudly. She tilted her chin up, literally and figuratively digging her heels in. I sighed wearily, already knowing what the argument was about even without moving closer. Only