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She bowed her head. As I remained rooted to the ground in shock, my eyes shifted from Eliora to that evil man who wore a sadistic face. His eyes glowed red. I recognised that red. It was the same red that had watched me from the dark. The same red eyes that had spied on me. He was not Vermin afterall. He was not my father, Adrian Bianco. He was the other son of Denver Wolfsbane.

[Pause] Getting no response, he quickly grabbed Reaper Valerio's hand to lead him away, but he jerked his hand away. His face contorted in anger, and he growled angrily at Reaper Swithun. All the Moroi and Dhampir Reapers were surprised to see Valerio alive. Dhampir Silas, who had killed him with his own hands, was looking at him in surprise, repeatedly touching his neck. King Denzell got up quickly, laughing at Reaper Swithun's words. Seeing him, Reaper Swithun raised his sword again and pointed it towards his neck, but this time Reaper Valerio was in front of him. Ace Christ stops Reaper Swithun with a hand gesture.

The room had dim lighting, but I could see the outlines of his terrifyingly familiar face, and the white smoke curling out of his mouth. “Is this what he has been fucking? I’m disappointed.” Another male voice said and I gasped again, shifting slightly. The man stepped forward, out of the shadows so I could see him. He was young. He was tall, broad and had that dark aura that Adonis carried around… but with none of the grace. This person was downright repulsive. His lips had a piercing, and ugly, weird tattoo lined the skin of his arms and neck. His straight dark hair fell haphazardly down his face. Most of his face were in the shadows, but I already decided that these people could kill me j

Dorian added, coming to stand protectively beside me. "I understand." A sad smile lifted Kenmei's lips. "A revenant is a changeling. Not quite human and not quite a vampire." At that word - vampire - all hell broke loose. The guys started shouting simultaneously about lies and fairytales. I pulled my knees to my chest and put my forehead on my kneecaps. Tears dripped from my eyes onto my jeans. I'd let the brothers figure this one out.

Perhaps, It was what he used to train his Drudge Vampires. Shifting to the right corner of the room, the framed portraits of Lord Ray's family were hung on the wall. The hierarchy began from his father, followed by his mother before you would now see Ella and Ray's portraits. The shocking aspect of it was that each of the portraits were ticked (❌) except for that of Ray and his sister. The room was exuding a foul stench from the dry blood that stained the ground and the mixture of the choking smoke from a calabash filled the room but he seemed comfortable with it along with many other men that posed close to the door. They were his Drudge Vampires.

He glowers at the man who calls himself the Supreme Emperor of Ezealyra: Eduard Visserion. Eduard sits on a boulder and crosses his legs. “I shall wait then,” he states in a cool tone. He is unperturbed by the army of Undead around him. They stare at him with dislike but he is calmly waiting for the leader. CREAK! Something is dragging itself across the rough ground. The stench of meat and fungi is getting stronger and more foul as a skeletal figure appears in front of him. Eduard lazily looks on as the King of Undead, Ilyich, comes to view. His long bony skull is gauging Eduard while his eyeless sockets seem to be staring straight at the Lycan Emperor. Ilyich’s torso is almost meatless with

Why were they, who were considered as part of the best forces of the Undead, here? “I agree with my sister Elder. This is just a waste of time.” The other Beastgirl added, in complete agreement with the first. Indeed, the one they spoke to, was an Elder, and he wasn’t just any Elder. He was the one they called Elder Sand! As for the women next to him, they were Eva and Marie, the Blood Witches! If the Beastmen who were here knew of their true identity, many of them would have fainted in fear and shock!

' again from Cleon and a nod from her godfather before she turned to the male and said, "If you did not make such an entrance into my room, you would not have died." Achilles Eliades, son of Gerasimus Eliades was the typical Ares Familiar type. Tall, muscular, tanned skin with brown hair and bright eyes. A man that spoke brawn over brains. "I got the cake made, I deserved to see it through." "You don't deserve anything." Persephone replied, "And please, by the gods, tell me you have brought me another brood of vipers as a birthday present." "You should show more respect to my children."

The male demon was seen nuzzling Janice Valeria’s collarbones and breasts at this moment. Janice Valeria grinned widely and exultantly. “Forever, Elder Brother... Forever I’m yours... You can do it with me for the rest of our lives...” The male demon was really tickled pink, was really over the moon, was on his cloud nine. He kissed, licked, and slightly squashed Janice Valeria’s pair of lips, down to her chin, down to her neck and nay her collarbones. Being treated like that, Janice Valeria howled quite long and irresistibly again.

Is it possible …. The man shook his head. "You think, what if a dead person could revive and make this seal? What if the maker was a demigod?" "Don't brag, Zen!" said Eros. "I'm sure you and I are on the same page now." The two men exchanged glances. Their eyes gleamed at each other as if reading each other's thoughts. Finally, a name came out of their mouths simultaneously; "Vasilio Heracles." Before they could move again, a bang sounded in one direction. Zeno sharpened his eyesight and penetrated the dense forest with his Lycan instinct and vision.