Maximillian Vikander, a.k.a. Maxill, is not like any other bloodhunt. He’s a special vampire hybrid that has surpassed his kind in skill, intellect, and power.One would probably think that because he’s half-blood, his bloodhunt gifts would become diluted.But it turned out the oppositeAs his gene pool became diverse, it enabled his mind and body to evolve and resist the weaknesses in both of his vampire and human genes.Add this to the fact that her sacrificial witborn mother constantly fed him pure human blood.He became stronger, more agile, and his intelligence had reached a higher level of genius compared to his peers. He’s aware of his exceptional abilities, but Maxill doesn’t know if his talents have served him well.Physically and intellectually he has definitely buffed up, but it left a big blow into his social life because many are afraid to admit that half-bloods would do better than full-bloods, and they were utterly envious that he had a constant supply of fresh and de

Chastine exhaled deeply and looked sideways to shake off the scorching sensation she felt all over her body.She then sat on a very small boulder so she could untie her shoelaces and remove her boots.As she finished, Juste extended his hand to Chastine. “Take my hand, Chastine, I want to show you something.”The smitten witborn couldn’t take her eyes off the fellhound stud.There she was, starstruck and was out for words even though her heart and mind were screaming to be consumed and devoured by Juste’s fiery stare, though this desire of hers was still fully unrealized within.Chastine was still seated on the small boulder. She could only lift her chin and make a small nod to Juste, to show that she agreed to what Juste was leading her to.Juste smiled. Even the slit of his eyes curved upwards which indicate that he was genuinely happy about how the circumstances were unfolding.Because the beautiful witborn just froze from her position from being mesmerized, Juste was the one who r

The flickeries soon ceased in emitting their romantic glow. Each had already found their mate and each pair had settled down to somewhere far away. The ripples and tiny waves in the shallow river water turned calmer and calmer as soon as Juste stopped his motion. The surrounding area became dimmer and silent. If one listened closely, only the hissing sound coming from the tree was evident. But Juste and Chastine were still too engrossed with each other to even notice that lone bothersome sound. Only their breathing were palpable within their earshot. The slithering viper drew closer and closer towards them, carefully sliding its way so as not to be noticed. It made its stance to ready itself to bite Juste’s arm. *Hiss!* Juste had quick reflexes, but he wasn’t able to dodge the hungry snake in time. Still, the young fellhound was spared from being injected with a potent enough venom to let him have a cruel death. It was all because of Maxill’s speedy response to save them fr

Juste, Chastine, and Maxill couldn’t be prouder of themselves for getting the first ingredient of the Remedium.No doubt, the root was crimson colored, from the tips to the base. Even its insides were bloody red.They went to a nearby small village where the three species are welcomed: freedom to eat, sleep, and trade.Juste, Chastine, and Maxill quickly headed to that small town’s apothecary. The hospitable assistant lent them the things that they needed to prepare the root for storing and keep it from getting moldy.Juste prepared the root by drying them out in a dry oven, then after drying, patiently grinding it with mortar and pestle. Just as the fellhound meticulously processed the red root of the rabid eater plant, Chastine and Maxill were trying to figure out their next target plant for the ingredient in the Remedium serum for Juste.“It says crown of thorns…” Maxill was rubbing his chin, pondering what specific thorny plant was the poem referring to.“Ugh, there are so many t

Maxill was quite swift on his arrival to the north of Dianium. The herb codex indicated that the northern thorny wolfbane was along the outskirts of the Dianium, just between their country’s jurisdiction and the uncharted frost beyond. In that boundary, the terrain was filled with tall and cone-bearing trees, and the climate in that region was indeed bone chilling and thin aired. But these were no match for the powerful bloodhunt. Maxill was breezing through the cold winds like it wasn’t even cool season. He was still flapping his ominous pair of wings with elegance and effortlessness. The sound of swaying branches was heard. Maxill perched on one of the lower branches and began to scour the ground with his supersonic senses. As he turned human and was in a sitting position along the high branch, he closed his eyes and activated his sound wave detection to search for the herb. The northern thorny wolfbane is one tricky plant to acquire, both in location and in physical attribut