บททั้งหมดของ The Touch Of A Vampire: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Daylen transformed back to his human form and got dressed. He had spare clothes in his bag, and after getting changed he returned his bag to the bracelet and returned it to Sky.The rain was still pouring down like crazy. He was getting soaking wet from being drenched. But that couldn't get him to stop thinking about what he had done.He had let his mother down by running away. Now that he was here, he will have his vocation and find a way to make it up to his mother when he returned to the moon palace.Thinking this, the weight on his shoulders lifted. He became open to having all the types of fun he had heard about. If the journey becomes as fun as he has heard from his past lives then he would most definitely never return to the moon.Daylen allowed the rain to fall on his body. It was the first time that he was experiencing something like that in all his life. It was a fantastic experience.He raised his hands into the air and let the water touch his soft hands. It was beautiful,

Daylen drank his tea worried. He was scared that Syvan would tell everyone who he was and why he had come to earth. Syvan was seated in his chair thinking over what the moon god had said. It was true that everyone deserved a break from their work but that was only for when the person had started working. But he too couldn't bring himself to judge Daylen. He had run away from his responsibilities to chase a life of freedom and happiness. A life with no conspiracies and deceit.Syvan drank his tea slowly considering the matter. The world needed the moon god in his palace to maintain peace and if he was down here then it was dangerous but he couldn't just force the male to return home. He was sure that if someone had asked him to go home then he too would refuse. His life in this peaceful village far away from everyone was the only thing that concerned him. "Can I get a place to sleep," Daylen asked softly. He was a beggar and as such, he didn't want to be rude and demand a place to

The light of the sun hit the room through the window. Waking Daylen from his sleep. The little werewolf shook at the bits of his life that he had forgotten. It must have been ages back when he came to earth to experience the world for himself. Daylen wasn't sure he liked the experience he received. He pulled the blanket over his head and tried to catch some sleep. His mind was exhausted from the forceful torture of his memories returning. A scene played out in his mind. *** Daylen pulls the prince's body towards him. And presses his soft lips on the prince. Taking over the kiss. The prince's body coils into him. Seeking protection even as he punishes him with his tongue. His hips rock harder against Syvan encouraging him to go deeper. Syvan coaxes Daylen's lips open, just enough to let his tongue slide inside, his hands coming up to cup Daylen's cheek. The kiss is gentle and sweet. The perfect comfort for the two of them. Daylen matches each stroke of his tongue, tasting w

Syvan stepped into the shower. The cold water hitting his body made him shiver. He clasped his hand to the wall gritting his teeth and resisting the urge to scream his heart out. Had he stayed in the room for much longer he would have reaped Daylen's heart out. All the anger and hatred he showed in the room were real. The only act he put on was pretending that he didn't care. Every ounce of blood in his veins was on fire. Something in Daylen's blood was hurting him. The blood cured him of the poison the witch injected him with but it was doing something to his body. Changing him in ways that Syvan couldn't understand. Daylen's blood wasn't ordinary. It was the blood of a werewolf and to top it up one of a god. His emotions were heightened but not as they usually were. It was multiplied by a thousand as compared to his normal state. Syvan was able to hear everything happening in town. Feel the emotions of every vampire within that rage and see through every thought that was passing

"A vampire that compelled a god to end a life. How can you call him compassionate?" the elder wondered. Daylen opened his mouth to put up a defense for Syvan but no words came out. A god killing someone wasn't a good look on him and didn't help his case. The previous night held a lot of incidences for him and Syvan. Daylen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You can judge me for what I did. I did it because she attacked Syvan," Daylen said. "So that made her life worthless in your eyes so much so that you put an end to her?" the elder asked unable to justify what Daylen did. "Funny you say that, where were you when I was trapped in a dungeon and used as a blood vessel for blood traders? Where were you or the other elders when my captors poisoned me and broke me, mind and soul?" Dylan raised questions. He needed the elders then, to save him from hell. The elders were nowhere to be seen when he was on the receiving end of people's cruelty but second, he acts to protect the on