NARRATORMarius stayed with his head down for a few seconds.Struggling to hide the hatred in his eyes.“Well... at least I got to fantasize about a woman as incredible as you,” he said, lifting his head with a sigh.The smile on his lips didn’t reach his eyes.“We’re with you, Victoria. I hate the wolves... but I trust your sense of justice. I’ll gather the vampires beneath the sewers.”He gave her a slight bow and walked away like a man whose heart had just been crushed.He and Edgar would leave on their own.Rousse came closer, stepping out from the cover of the trees.The rain had stopped and was dripping down his dark clothes.“I don’t trust that vampire,” he muttered while helping Miss Victoria to her feet.That stunt she pulled had been madness; if she hadn’t been strong enough, she could’ve been dragged into the world of the dead.“I know,” she replied with a sly gleam in her eye. “Keep an eye on him. I have a feeling he’s going to do something stupid.”Victoria stood up, but

NARRATORMeridiana could only let herself be dragged by the waves of pleasure.Her male circled her clit and teased it with little taps that made her thrust her hips forward.She craved more, a maddening itch deep inside her pussy as Rousse devoured her.“Deeper… my male inside…” she gasped between ragged breaths.When Rousse’s fingers spread her open so filthily, exposing that tight little hole, Meridiana shuddered all over.The anticipation was torture, her vaginal muscles already clenching, but nothing prepared her for the delicious penetration.First came Rousse’s tongue, flexible and wet, fucking her deep, in and out, slurping up her horny fluids.Then came a finger, and she started pushing herself against his face.The old table rattled under the desperate movements of her ass.She moved by instinct, chasing the pleasure of his finger thrusts.The pressure in her belly built higher and higher, her release was near, and hearing her male breathing like an overheated bull wasn’t he

VICTORIAThe storm clouds in the sky were a bad sign, and even worse were the mounted warriors who arrived at the fief early in the morning.A small army of werewolves had set up camp nearby. Former allies now came to make demands and set conditions.Dracomir didn’t say anything specific, but he warned me to stay alert and be ready to leave if needed.He showed me the hiding place of a bag full of gold, left everything prepared in case we had to escape.He knew he had little support from his own warriors.But where could we go if everyone in this realm was an enemy?I wasn’t willing to let him give up his position because of me.He’d earned his place, and no one would take it from him just because he chose me.Sitting in the library, I waited for the right moment, drumming my fingers on the small table, until Meridiana finally appeared, controlling that girl’s body.“Miss, the tea you asked for to calm your nerves,” she said loud enough to be heard through the open doors.I spread my

DRACOMIRI could hear a voice roaring from deep inside my head.My chest ached like it was being torn in two.But a tension was pulling at my neck, dragging me toward my adoptive father and his daughter… my family… the ones I had sworn to protect.As I knelt beside Celia, giving her my blood, I asked myself—what was that important thing I had left behind?A female silhouette flickered in my mind, a scent I adored, something that felt like home.I wanted to fight it, but it hurt so much… I was lost in a tangle of thoughts.Celia’s cold lips moved against my wrist, still thrown over the pool of blood soaking the hall floor.I didn’t even know how she survived such a brutal attack.She looked so pale, so… dead.Her heartbeat was barely audible.But I’d do whatever it took to save her, because an order had been burned into my will:I had to protect this family above all else. They were my true masters, my benefactors.“Da… d…”Celia’s weak voice brought me back to her condition.My neck i

NARRATORHe stormed out like a demon, gathering the few who could still fight, men as desperate as he was, searching for their mothers, their partners, their children.About twenty Elementals descended the mountain… and by the time Zarek found out and reached the country estate of those noble vampires… only one was left.He saw his friend, the one who had welcomed him into his home without hesitation, kneeling in the middle of the garden, still holding the mutilated body of his woman.The place was stained with the lives of those poor Elementals who were no match for the many adult vampires partying, drunk on lust and bloodlust.They had taken their rage out on Rousse’s body, stabbing him with swords and knives in the back as he protected the murdered woman in his arms.Zarek’s eyes turned crimson red as he listened to the laughter and mockery, the kicks to his friend’s body, prolonging his suffering.Surrounded by the vermin who dared call themselves nobles.By the time they noticed Z