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I took a deep sigh and then said, "Uhm, A pleasant day to you, our deity. I am the heiress of Vamparia, Celestine Duke, and I came again to this place to ask for your favor." My voice was echoing all over the place, the silence was very loud, and it was killing me inside. "I ask to have a gift. It was said in the books that I was born because of your favor. You have given my mother a gift to be able to conceive a child just like humans. And now I am here. As an heiress, I desire to have an extraordinary gift that can have a contribution in ruling Vamparia as part of the royal family." I continued in between spaces. There was no response at all, and I am starting to be confused. Why have I be

The dress was so ordinary yet the woman carried it so well that it shook her, from one glance it was impossible to tell that she was a lowly omega she wolf. Female vampires had always been the most beautiful among all the supernatural species. But this she wolf had the features and beauty that the woman had never seen in her life before. Usually omegas had the innocent and soft looks but this she wolf had really sharp features, her cat eyes having an unusual shade of green, her slim face and lips that complimented her features perfectly. No wonder the first in command was dying for the king to permit him to have her. "Lets go." Zinnia took a deep breath before she walked behind the woman, sh

She reluctantly sat there, looking at the Goddess in front of her. "Give me your hand," Hecate offered, showing the girl her upturned palm. She placed hers in it, a little surprised at the coldness meeting her skin. "You are grieving. Your heart has been broken by the vampire," the Goddess' voice sounded ominous and powerful, suddenly coming from all around her. Diana's breath hitched in her throat. The Goddess wrapped her hand around hers, her sharp and black nails quickly sinking into Diana's skin like tiny blades, drawing blood. Diana let out a pained mewl, eyes widening with alarm.

Only the vampires who lived there knew how to enter. The third vampire types are known as the seductive vampires. Because of remorse and regrets for killing so many innocent girls, Elizabeth atoned, for her sins by only saving girls that she came across in her life. All of her ‘children’ are beautiful females. They had superhuman strength, speed, senses, stamina, accelerated healing factor, metamorphosis, charm, lesser immortality and they excelled in magic. They only had a weakness, that is to bloodlust. They need to feed themselves daily with blood, so they seduce men and take some of their blood in return.

Be it the Werewolves, Dragons or the shapeshifters, they all wanted it. It was the drive for sex, or the curiosity of it, for the lack of a better word that pulled most of the other species to our kind. Being a female vampire between all the other savages in the prison was going to be tricky. The other creatures were going to be attracted to me, no doubt, wanting a taste of what they had only heard from the rumors. I could only guess that’s exactly what the Alpha was seeking from me too. And I’d be damned if I let him play me.

" I start laughing and said; " You known what women phycology is different. I mean you can only talk to them. As a female werewolf, they loved there femininity, yet have been called masculine and intimidating. Being strong and clever is feminine. Being sporty and confident is feminine. They live in an age where people have begun to believe the stereotypes so strongly that they reject the truth of their own eyes and hearts. Female strength is a wonderful thing. If others have insecurity issues about that, that is their problem. Because being whom I was born to become is my pride, my well earned self esteem.I think if you really want to control them you have to manipulate there thoughts. They

response. "You're the only one protesting us. The other girls were friendly and so much sweeter." David grimaced as Franklin agreed. “ so, please leave." I raised my voice, trying to keep up the brave act. Just seeing their face makes me to want to crawl under the earth. I don't know why, but vampires made me feel sick to the very core. It's obvious that they were using their charms and good looks to lure in all humans and use them as their personal blood bag.

We could all smell her sexual arousal. The Queen's eyes were fixed on us, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and sexual desires. Her whispers turned to soft moans, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm. The scent of her desire wafted through the air. I could feel the heat emanating from her, trying to draw me in, she was a siren like me, but I was stronger. My men closed in around me, their movements becoming more fluid, more seductive. The Queen's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with a primal longing. I knew in that moment, that she was ours, completely entranced by the raw power of our Mayan Vampiric dance.

I have not seen June up close yet to know for sure, but the woman in my vision was undeniably a powerful, ancient werewolf. Belladonna's always had the best body of the pack, she uses her tight body and large curves, but that goddess was so heavily muscled, with the only body fat on her voluminous chest, and incredibly round, thick ass, I want to worship that body. The mere glimpse I got in that vision put Bella's tight body to absolute shame. ​The thought alone makes my blood run hot, causing a massive boner. I run a frustrated hand through my hair. Where is Belladonna, or any willing distraction, when you need one?

The vampires. At least eight or nine that I could immediately identify. Each one more devastatingly beautiful than the last. One had midnight-black hair and molten silver eyes that seemed to pierce straight through flesh and bone. Another — tall, golden-haired Elias — wore a wicked, boyish grin that promised both pleasure and ruin. Seraphine, with her cascading fiery red hair and crimson lips, moved like living temptation incarnate. Viktor looked like a broad-shouldered warrior carved from marble, while Damien’s dark, smoldering intensity made my knees feel weak. They didn’t hide what they were.