Lahat ng Kabanata ng Slaves of the Moon: Hellbound Lovers.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

"A commoner is worth more than a grain of sand, a Half breed is even worse, and you are both, the worst of two worlds, truly you are pitiful….but your fidelity happens to be worth more than both noble and commoner combined. Is that not an interesting fact?"— Oliviér Lé Fóix."I agree that aside from evangelism there is a sinful agenda but how can you judge my faith when you tempt me by standing in my house with your bare breasts in my sight?"— Sebastién Wright."You can pray we are interrupted so you do not say yes when I ask if I can rip your underwear and play with your pulsing little clit, Vixen."— Nicolas Dé Penthiévre."Haha, you've got me, I really have other plans besides seducing you into convincing that bastard for me, I want to fuck you, I mean the thought has been fucking me in the brain since I saw your bright and cheery face. I want my cock to tear that jaw."— Constantine Rousseau.A pair of blue eyes peered at the tedious environment surrounding the border of the legendar

"How can you do this to me? How can you murder me like this?" The thin faced man hushly asked, no longer yelling, as if he was somewhat defeated.Elizabeth darted her blue eyes in his direction, finally having the time to register his unkempt appearance. From his features, one could tell he could be the same age as the Chief, but somehow he still looked…. Older? He had short brown hair, the style of an army man. There was a shadow beard on his thin jaw with grey strands peppered in it. His face was frigid, and looked unwashed. He was standing so one could tell he was a bit taller than the average height, but everything about his exterior character seemed very….. human. If it were not for his golden eyes, it was very easy to mistake him for a human.The Chief stood up and sighed. "Murder? This order was given by the King himself, if you have a problem with it, Maximilian, then you approach His Majesty or to make things easier you can approach Oliviér and ask him to hand over your case

Night in Hara Nation. The bright stars twinkled, scattered all over the skies of the great nation, forming a starry light that illuminated down in the thick woods of the Weeping Forest.The Pale Moon glistened the green leaves of the enormous mourk trees, shadowed and blanketed the tall figures that looked smaller than midgets amongst the giant-like Mourk Trees.The groups stood in these howling woods. One group dressed in identical commoner styled clothes. They're soiled, ripped, breeches and loose white V-necks turned completely brown, soiled from hard day's labour, and soured from being continuously worn. The leader stood out though, adorning a V-neck lace long sleeve, better looking than the top with brown colors, moth holes, and rolled up hems. His tight breeches weren't that bad as it looked pressed, and thoroughly washed to erase the brown stains that now looked faded. His hood though was black, and thick, fit for a middle-class man. He narrowed his one eye black, one eye mar

Elizabeth felt her heart palpitate once again after arriving at Hara. This…. Such a thing as coincidence should be rare right?Why did this man suddenly show up here? Elizabeth was not particularly brilliant at memorizing faces nor figures but there was a certain thing towards this person that made her remember.This man…. This man had somehow been the man she had teased at the border of Hara."Handsome man!"She had remembered yelling at him thinking there was a non-existent chance she would meet him.She had not seen his face, but she could not be more assured this was him.He bore a limpid expression on his chiseled face. It was the kind and gentle look a preacher would give, it did not match his warrior-like build or his domineering aura.Unlike Oliviér who had chiseled muscles, appropriate, slim, yet toned, the new character had a large and brick-like frame. He was wearing a golden armor which Elizabeth reckoned was very heavy and thick, yet his muscles managed to bulge through.

Heeled boots clicked on the concrete ground of the majestic castle. Two silhouettes trotted past the grey pillars, one a female following attentively behind a male."You must have heard of the so-called Werewolf Butcher? I take it Bleach must be a god before Commoners."Elizabeth rolled her eyes. It had only been a day, scratch that a few hours since she had had a new Superior but somehow the man had become the most annoying being she had ever met.Ignoring his quirk for randomly mocking anything and everyone whenever he wanted, he also had to obviously take a blow to her status as a Commoner all the time.Elizabeth did not mind the insults though, but repeatedly there was no way it would not become annoying. She breathed through her nose and spoke. "Sir, perhaps to some, but I have never seen the butcher as a hero, a hero seeks justice and supresess injustice, not advocate for brutality and vengeance."Her eyes met with Oliviér's golden-red ones that had narrowed towards her while h