A week passed on a whim, and the world continued to spin. The sun rose and set, the moon waxed and waned, and the stars still shone brightly in the sky. Life went on like usual. Nevea's day usually started at eight with breakfast. After that, she went to class until three in the afternoon, and then she played a bit with kids her age in the garden. Dinner would start at six, and around nine, she should be sleeping soundly in her bed. Nothing much happened in a week except meeting with possible family for her, and she honestly enjoyed it. Fortunately, no one had died since she entered the orphanage. She was anxious every day, waiting to see whether someone had lost their life because of her, but nothing of the sort had happened. So, she dared to conclude that everything that happened in Vuysire was merely a coincidence. A kid like her had no power to take people's life. "Go to sleep, Nevy. Tomorrow, we have to wake up early to clean the classroom." Liza reminded her as she pulled the
Zach watched as the little girl was taken into a car with several people. He did not know most of them, but he recognized one of them. It was the head of Vlassta, Logan Pierce. The old vampire looked tired, as though he worked twenty-four hours per seven. Logan was appointed as the head of Vlassta after working there for almost three decades. He had made quite a big accomplishment during his time as the head of the organization. For instance, he found sacaflorous, a flower that had a fatal effect on vampires. And he asked the royal family to provide a weapon with the flower's component covering it. He stated it was simply to give humans a chance to win against vampires when they were in a fight. He was almost like a saint. That was what Zach thought about him. Vlassta itself was an independent organization that worked to eradicate rogue vampires and another criminal that wanted to mess with the balance in life between humans and vampires at Rimore. Many things had changed since Za
Nevea was lying hopelessly on the cold ground. Her eyes stayed watching the ceiling of the cell that seemed to stop spinning. She did not know how long she had been sleeping on the floor. All she could remember was that Logan injected something into her. He asked her the same question over and over again until he eventually gave up. After that, Logan just left her alone. Sadness suddenly filled her chest as she remembered that nothing was happening to her that would lead her to the path of happiness. Instead, everything boils down to death. She wondered how long it would take until people in the building started dying. The small light from the cell's windows shone on her face, giving her a little warmth. She hugged herself, making her position akin to a fetus in the womb. The grumbling sound of her stomach came back again. She was beyond hungry, but those people did not even bother to give her a glass of water to suppress the hunger and satiate her thirst. They were a bunch of hea
2023, The Kingdom of RimoreNevea watched as the majestic building with a Devil’s Den written on top of it shone brightly in the deep of the night. She gripped the knife and gun on her thigh tightly. Tonight was just like any other night. She would be killing another living being.She had been staying in Vlassta for nineteen years, after which she started working as their killing machine for almost five years. All the training she had endured over the years resulted in high scores, making her the perfect tool for Vlassta. The heavy wind swayed her long silver hair, and she felt her body shiver as her outfit was thinner. She wore a backless black dress with a noddle strap on her shoulder. These were not her usual working clothes, but since the man on her killing list usually camped in a bar, she had no choice but to blend in. “Are you ready?” A man with blue eyes like hers asked. His blonde hair was styled nicely to a sliced back.“That should be my line, Rave.” Nevea grinned at Raven
“What’s wrong?” Nevea was studying his reaction. Allen was in pure agony, and Nevea had an illusion that she could hear the bones in his body breaking one by one slowly. “Allen, what happened?” Allen’s face contorted in a fury. He lifted his finger with difficulty and spoke, “What the fuck are you? What did you do to me? And Who sent you?” Nevea stepped closer, “I did not do anything. I don’t know what is happening. Tell me, I am scared.” She faked her reaction perfectly. Crack~ The bones in his calves cracked like crackers, followed by the bone in his foot. “Argh, stop it!” Allen’s scream of anguish was eaten by the drumming music at the bar. “I don’t know.” Nevea looked around to see if there was a third party between them. Yet she could not detect anyone near her. “Stop it, or I will fucking kill you, bitch!” Nevea eyed Allen’s pathetic condition. Then, she strode to him and stepped on his broken calf without an ounce of remorse. “Don’t call me bitch, fucker.” Her voice dr
The reason had left Zach's mind when his lips landed on Nevea’s soft and luscious one. What started as fun turned into a heated one. He moved his lips hungrily like a beast. He took her lower lips in between his and nibbed them until she let out a whimpering sound. For the first few seconds, Nevea rejected his advance as she kept punching his hard chest, yet he pinned her hands to the wall and started playing with her lips as pleased. As his lips moved against her, Nevea was compelled to give in. Zach’s mouth curled into a satisfied grin as he felt her melt into him. Then, as there was no sign of struggle, he set her hands free and placed his hand on her waist. He could feel the passion building between them, and it only made him want to taste her more, feel her, and consume her. Nevea felt his hand run through her hair, pulling her closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Nevea’s hand moved subconsciously to touch the lock of his hair, harshly tucked it hard until he winced and opene
Nevea took Raven to Vlassta’s infirmary. He had lost consciousness a while ago, so she dragged him with her with a lot of effort. Soon they arrived at the room with a metal wall and several small beds positioned in line with a bone-white curtain separating each bed. In the center of the room was a man with blonde hair wearing a white coat with a stethoscope circling his neck. He was facing the window, seeming engrossed in watching the giant tree outside the building. Nevea knocked on the door softly, making the man look at him. “I am sorry to bother you, Dr. Dixon, but Raven needs help.” Nevea pointed at Raven with her head. Dr. Robert Dixon was a doctor in Vlassta for as long as she could remember. He was a vampire with the appearance of a forty-year-old man. The vampire walked closer and observed Raven closely. “What happened to him?” Robert asked while helping Nevea to take Raven into the nearest bed. “Mission fails, and we meet a strong unregistered vampire,” Nevea replied sho
“All of you, please give it to me.”Nevea’s blue eyes grew larger, and her jaw dropped. She took a step back, “What?”“You’ve seen those kinds of books, and I want to do everything with you,” Zach said with a serious tone. He clasped her hands before she could widen their gap. “I want to touch your skin, feeling every inch of it with my mouth and tongue.” Zach’s eyes trailed all over her body.Nevea’s body trembled, not out of fear but something more potent and primal that she could not understand. “Zach…” She said as she leaned into his body.Zach’s index finger started wandering from her neck gently until it reached above the swell of her bosom. His golden eyes flickered with a dark glint. “I’ve been wondering how it would feel to touch one of your mounds.” He pocked her bosom lightly, which earned a beautiful moan from Nevea. A grin slipped from his mouth as her body responded to his touch as he wanted.“Haa….” Nevea gasped. Her eyes were glammed with passion. Zach’s touch was like