Hex Bag - This is a charm created by wizards, and witches it is composed of a mixture of herbs, talismans, and other supernatural ingredients, placed in a piece of cloth and bound with leather. ====== Qillalon's family has ties with local and international mafia and it's the main reason why Eleanor left him... CHAPTER 16 - Qillalon and Eleanor ***DON'T FORGET TO ADD THE STORY TO YOUR LIBRARY, #Comment #Like #SUPPORT #VesperMiles #QillalonVanKirk Feel free to check my other stories here: Hey, Stranger! & Goodbye My Love
Alpha Qillalon entered the room and when he got inside Vesper was nowhere to be found.“Vesper?” He called out to her.“Here!” She answered, her voice coming from the restroom. She just has enough time to wash all the dirt and remove the scent from her body.She even lit all the scented candles on display in the restroom to ensure that Qillalon wouldn’t smell anything unusual.Alpha Qillalon entered the restroom. The scent of roses from the scented candles entered his nostrils.He soon met her gray eyes. She was in the bathtub having a bubble bath.She blushed as she came up with another lie to throw him off her track, “I… I saw the bubble baths and bath bombs were near expiry, so I used them… And… And the candles seem a nice touch to feel luxurious.” She lowered her head in shame, “I hope you don’t mind.” She said in a low voice.He shook his head, “Of course not. I told you, you should experience things that I have. As… you are my mate. I will indulge you in luxury and care,” he rema
Gertrude slowly opened her eyes. The light in the infirmary was reflected in her beautiful blue eyes. She breathed rapidly, like a fish running out of water.She's a bit disoriented about where she was.She glanced around the room and saw Alpha Hercule sleeping on the chair near her.She slowly regained her composure and calmed down.“Little pup.” She muttered in a weak voice.The Alpha woke up immediately and held her cold hand. “How do you feel?” he asked without any delay. She smiled faintly. Her face is still pallid, but she feels better. “I’m fine. How about you?” she asks in concern.“Good. Whatever it was you scared it out of me… Thank you.” He muttered in gratitude.She slowly sat on the bed, “Where’s Velmont?” She asked. She wants to contact him via a mental link but her mind is as blurry as a foggy mirror.He shrugged. “He left and never returned. I could ask one of the Omegas to call him.”She nods.Soon, an Omega hurriedly searched for Velmont. Who, at that time, delivers
Kansas, 1918.During the Spanish flu...A doctor sat at the bedside of a sleeping patient. Her face was pale, her lips chapped. Her hands were filled with callus, rashes, and wounds, showing that life had not been good to her. The doctor could see that she was on the brink of death. He checked the name on the bed to make sure he was looking at the right patient. "Vesper Marie Miles." He read the name casually.Without any hesitation, he took a syringe out of his lab coat. He is planning to end her misery. He’d inject her with morphine till she fell deep asleep and never woke up. “The best way to go,” he said as he filled his syringe with drugs.When he is about to inject it into the patient, she slowly opens her gray eyes. “No, I don’t want to die…”“Not yet…”“Not yet…”She said in a weak voice. She stared at his nameplate ~Dr. Lazarus Lunaris~The doctor smiled. “Die, why are you going to die? I’m giving you a medicine.” He explains while giving her an assuring smile.“Lies… I… I s
After their normal Omega duties, Vesper, Evie, Sander, and Sebastian were tasked with cleaning the event hall for tomorrow night's moving-up ceremony.“I actually thought all of us probies would be assigned to do this,” Sebastian uttered disappointedly. Sander giggles, “Don’t be dispirited. Emily and the others will decorate tables tomorrow morning. It's still a win for us since we don’t need to wake up too early,” he explained.Sebastian sighed and felt a bit better. “If you say so.” Evie chuckles, “You are always optimistic Sander, I wish I was as cool as you.” She voices out while sweeping the floor.“Well, what can you expect from a future Alpha…” Sebastian suddenly blurted out.Sander’s eyes widened in horror. “Sebastian!” He yelled in annoyance.Sander’s father was the Alpha of their pack and he was the rightful heir to the next Alpha, but before he could start his proper Alpha training, their pack was annihilated by hunters, and he was stripped from his ranks and his aura rema
“What's the urgent matter you want to talk to me about?” Qillalon asked as they reached Mercimer's room.“About your mate…” Mercimer paused and let his words sink into him, when he noticed he got all of Qillalon’s attention he continued speaking, “I think something is not right with her.” Qillalon raised his eyebrows in curiosity, “What do you mean?” he questioned defensively. Mercimer shrugged, “I don't know yet.” He says and then shows Vesper's talisman. “Looks familiar?” He teased. Qillalon nods, “It's Vesper’s…”Mercimer nods, “Right. I borrowed it from her and sent it to a shaman, and they found mental link magic in it.” He explains.Qillalon's eyes widened in disbelief. “She's talking to someone using this?” He says as he holds the talisman. “She’s probably talking to Tony.” He said to himself.“Yes,” Mercimer confirmed.“Do you know who?” He asks, confirming his theory.He shook his head. “At first I thought it was the detectives. The design of the talisman is a bit similar t
In the barracks, the Omegas are preparing for their event and they wear the best clothes they have in their possession.Emily squinted her eyes when she saw Vesper was wearing her usual work clothes, “Don’t you have a dress?” She asked in concern while applying makeup to her face. Vesper shook her head.“Alpha Qillalon didn’t even buy a dress for you?” Evie asks.Vesper’s eyes dilated and then blushed, “No, he is busy with all the crimes and attacks… and I think that would be weird." She muttered while brushing her frizzy hair.She frowns, “I fucking hate this… I miss my long bouncy black hair.” She said to herself.Emily giggles, “You are the weird one. It's normal for him to buy you things, you're his mate. Also, you bought all of us gifts. Like this expensive makeup palette that I’m using right now, but you didn’t purchase anything for yourself.” She remarks.“Well…” She let her statement linger but failed to continue her sentence. It's also a mystery to her why she’s nice to them.
Vesper felt prying eyes staring at her, monitoring her every move. She entered a random hallway and the feeling did not dissipate. Someone was following her.She made a detour and instead of going to Mercimer’s room, she went to Alpha Qillalon’s room and stayed there for a few minutes, from the balcony, and went out to make her way to Mercimer’s room.After the ceremony, Alpha Qillalon was about to give Hercule an earful, but before he had the opportunity to do it. He heard Gamma Alfred’s voice via a mental link. “Alpha, your mate, she’s in your chamber, and she never left.” “She’s probably upset,” Qillalon thought to himself.He did not respond and made his way to his room when Velmont saw Qilallon was about to leave the event hall. He hurriedly ran to stop him.“Where are you going? The party is about to start,” he asks while trying to calm his pounding heart. Qillalon glanced at him coldly, “It's none of your business.” He replied with indifference and walked past Velmont.He gra
Hey readers, This story is my first werewolf book. It might be underwhelming to most of you as this is an experimental novel. (I'm trying to widen my writing genres).Any suggestions, or comments, will be helpful. Thank you for staying and understanding.Lot's of Love,Latton RipleyNOTES:~ If you notice when the Alphas are talking to each other, they call each other by name. It is because they see themselves as equal.~ Velmont and Gertrude don’t use the word Alpha (or any rank) unless they are calling them with sarcasm. It is because they are not part of the pack (not wolves).~ Meanwhile, Vesper, even though she’s a Vampire, needs to call them Alpha, Beta, Delta, and Gamma because she’s undercover as an Omega. On the other hand, when she’s alone or with the detectives, she addresses them by name.P.S ***DON'T FORGET TO ADD THE STORY TO YOUR LIBRARY, #Comment #Like #SUPPORT #VesperMiles #QillalonVanKirk Feel free to check my other stories here: Hey, Stranger! & Goodbye My
Several more years had passed in the hidden sanctuary where Vesper and Qillalon lived, far from the prying eyes of the world. The once-vibrant Alpha Qillalon had aged gracefully under Vesper’s care. Though he had grown frail, his spirit remained strong, and his love for Vesper never wavered.Vesper, having regained her strength, devoted herself entirely to Qillalon. She hunted food for him when his body grew too weak, shared stories of their past battles, and held his hand as they watched the moon rise together.“Don’t I sicken you? I’m an old man now… You’re kissing an old man.” He said playfully, but Vesper understood the pain in his words.She shook her head, “I would never feel that way. For me, you are as handsome as the day I saw you.”He chuckles lightly, “I’m going to die soon. I can feel it.” He uttered in a weak voice. Fear gnawing deeply in him. He doesn't want to leave her alone.She held his hand tightly, assuring him everything would be fine.He winces in pain. Age had ca
The 76th-floor council hall of the Citadel headquarters was packed, its towering stone walls echoing with murmurs of anticipation. The trial of Elder Mauritius had drawn every faction of wolves aligned with the Citadel. Accused of breaking the rules of the manor, Elder Mauritius stood shackled before the tribunal. His shoulders sagged, but his eyes burned with indignation.Elder Gilgamesh presided over the trial, his voice stern and authoritative as he listed Mauritius's alleged crimes. "Elder Mauritius, you stand accused of allowing vampires and even old blood to enter the Citadel Manor. Do you deny these charges?" he questioned.Elder Mauritius met his gaze calmly. "No."Elder John sighs, "Elder Mauritius, you stand accused of conspiring with the Black Order and betraying the Citadel. Do you deny these charges?"Elder Mauritius's eyes widened in shock but calmly replied, "I do. And I suspect you know the truth, Elder."The crowd gasped, but before Elder Gilgamesh could retort, Elde
The devastating battle in the Citadel manor had ended.It only lasted several hours but the damage and death were massive.500 Hunters. 50 Vampires.100 Werewolves.Gone—all because of a selfish act of a man.The Citadel had claimed victory against the Black Order. The battle had been hard-fought, leaving scars on the land and on those who survived. Yet, despite their triumph, the shadow of the Headmaster lingered. His escape was a bitter reminder that their work was far from done.As the Citadel forces returned to their manor, their celebration was muted by somber news. Among the fallen were two names that carried weight and legend: Vesper, the vampire of Old Blood, and Alpha Qillalon, the purest of wolves. The message spread like wildfire, shaking the Citadel’s ranks and casting a pall over their supposed victory.Despite the help the vampires provided in the war, their objectives were questioned by the Elders in the Headquarters and not only them but also Elder Mauritius.“How co
Quillion and Velmont trudged through the garden, their faces contorted with disgust at the grotesque scene before them. Blood smeared the marble statues, the ground soaked in blood. The white benches were painted red and the air reeked of decay.Velmont gagged, clutching his stomach, while Quillion steadied himself, his sharp senses catching a lingering trace of his son’s scent."They went this way," Quillion growled, his crimson eyes narrowing. Without waiting for Velmont, he dashed toward the Flatlands, where the scent grew stronger with each step.When he arrived, chaos unfolded before him. Alpha Qillalon and Vesper were locked in a fierce battle inside the vehicle with the Headmaster and his hunters. Both looked exhausted. Alpha Qillalon's fur turned red with mixed blood on his flesh.Vesper looked unkempt and as the wind blew in Quillion’s direction, he could smell her burnt skin.The Headmaster shrouded in a dark aura, unleashed devastating attacks, his sinister laughter echoin
The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos and despair, but for Alpha Qillalon, everything else faded when Vesper fell. Her crumpled form lay amidst the smoldering ruins, her obsidian eyes turned lifeless by poison. A guttural roar erupted from his chest, shaking the air as rage consumed him. He dropped to his knees, trembling, but it wasn’t sorrow that overtook him—it was fury.His thunderous growl echoed in the Citadel estate. Quillion’s heart pounded when he heard it. “What was that?” Velmont asks as they make their way to the second floor.“That’s my son. He sounded devastated,” Quillion explains.Velmont swallowed slowly, a knife twisting in his gut. “Vesper,” he mumbled as they continued their voyage to the garden.Outside…Alpha Qillalon, shifted to his wolf form. Bones cracked and stretched, muscles rippled, and his human visage gave way to the majestic and terrifying shape of a wolf. His fur, once streaked with silver, now gleamed a pure, unbroken white, as if reflecting the i
Vesper and Alpha Qillalon returned to the manor, the air thick with the scent of battle. The Black Order pressed against their defenses, relentless in their assault. This time, their goal was clear: to keep the enemy away from the digital room, where critical intelligence lay vulnerable.Vesper’s sharp claws gleamed as she fought alongside Alpha Qillalon, who was flaunting his majestic, powerful wolf form. Their movements synchronized in perfect harmony. Every strike, every step was a testament to their bond, forged in the crucible of countless battles.“Mate, we’ll hold them here,” Qillalon growled, his voice cutting through the cacophony. “They must not move past us.” He declared himself in danger.Suddenly, a shift in the battlefield drew Vesper’s attention. At the edge of the hedge maze, a figure emerged—the Headmaster, clad in dark robes that seemed to ripple with malevolent energy. He stood with an air of superiority, his cold gaze fixed on Vesper.The Headmaster had been watchi
Alpha Cain and Alpha Mercimer turned to their wolf form and carried the wounded and injured on their backs. While Alpha Zane remained in his human form, hugging his wife in his arms. He glanced at his fellow Alphas with an apologetic look as he couldn't offer help with the wounded.Alpha Cain, Mercimer, and Qillalon understood and did not comment on it.The other wolves and vampires help each other out. As they headed to the barracks, Vesper noticed a familiar figure in the crowd. It's Balthazar carrying Jolly on his back while helping Evie to walk.She hid her wings and descended beside him. “Balthazar,” she called out, her voice sorrowful but her eyes expressing death and murder. He stopped walking and so did Evie, “Vesper,” she uttered and gave her a hug. Without a care that her eyes were obsidian black. “They destroyed everything.” She cried out.Vesper shook her head, “They didn’t. As long as we can fight, we can always rebuild a home stronger than the first.” She says with cert
Alpha Zane pushed forward, his heart pounding in sync with the surrounding chaos. The metallic zest of blood filled the air, mixing with the thick smoke from the fires. His claws extended further, his wolf clawing at the edges of his control, demanding to be let loose.As he maneuvered through the battleground, Alpha Zane caught sight of two towering figures in the distance. Through the haze, he recognized Alpha Cain and Alpha Mercimer, their forms lit by the flickering flames.Alpha Cain, a mountain of muscle and fury, slashed through the hunters with his claws, his movements precise and deadly. The hunter's thick armor prevented his sharp claws from wounding them, but his strength was more than enough to damage their suits.His growls rumbled like thunder, each swing of his arm sending hunters flying, dying upon impact. Beside him, Alpha Mercimer fought with a controlled ferocity, his blade slicing through the air with an elegance that belied the brutality of the situation.The two
Alpha Zane blinked his eyes open, the world around him a blurred whirlwind of chaos and fire. His head throbbed painfully, his ears ringing from the deafening blast that had thrown him across the hedge maze. Smoke clung to the air, mingling with the acrid scent of blood and burning wood.“They pushed and cornered us in the hedge maze,” he mumbled. His sharp gaze quickly focused on the devastation unfolding before him. The barricade was breached. The armored vehicle and the tank advanced unconcerned that there were bodies on the ground and some of them were still alive.He saw one of his Delta reaching out to him. His eyes pleaded, but before the Alpha could extend his arm to save his Delta, the armored car ran him over. The Delta’s blood sprays on the Alpha's face.Soon, the hunters swarmed through the breach like a relentless tide, their weapons barking with deadly precision.Wolves howled in pain as they fell, and even the agile vampires couldn’t escape the merciless onslaught. Bodi