"Weakling!""Weakling!""Weakling!"The kids at the Royal Academy constantly bullied him, calling him a weakling. A weakling they say even though he is the son of a powerful vampire. Even though he is a high ranking noble and an heir of the entire Ural region."Hey, you piece of sh*ts!! Get away from him!" He heard a voice mixed on the insults and not long when someone pushed the boy who was on top of him, punching his face and calling him a weakling as the rest of 'em."Are you ok?" with his eyes swollen and vision blurry, he can still see the face of that savior-- A girl with long blonde hair on a pigtail, white skin toned freezing on that winter breeze and a voice of an angel."Are you ok?" she repeated her question as she pulls his arm and let him stand on his own. He stopped daydreaming when he got up."I-I am fine""Can you heal those wounds? I can help you if you need one" he can't look at her face any longer every time he meets her eyes. He never looked at a girl anyway in his
[Elaine's POV]The whole truth has been exposed to her by Gyohiro, who is currently tied to her vines, trapped like a fly on a spider web. All he muttered was utterly new to her like telling her that she never knew her own father all this time! Her family's history versus the story Gyohiro told her is far too fictitious! How come they are the lost descendants of the progenitor who has the ability of the forbidden art? She was told that her grandparents were killed during the war between the invasion of the werewolves in Russia a long time ago. And her mother? Her mother died giving birth to her. But Gyohiro said her grandparents were killed by the executioners serving the Russian branch of the royal family and its council. And her mother was killed in front of her father, trying to protect them both. Her family suffered in the royal order of being assassinated and sacrificed to the vampires to finally end the bloodline of the descendants of the progenitor who had the forbidden art. On
"Slaughtering my soldiers, Your Grace, are you enjoying it?" Venicio made his entrance.The battle momentarily stops. The soldiers made way for their Duke to enter the center of the battlefield."I'm afraid that I am, Venicio"The Duke then laughed, Venicio seems to enjoy how the Grand Duke admits it."What happened to your 'Nobility is not soiling our feet and challenging the weak'?" with his taunting eyes, Venicio looked at the man who was said to be the most powerful in Russia. When they were young, Beznosov had this motto on how a nobility must treat others, and that is based on their strength and capabilities.The air holds the pressure and intensity of what will happen in the next few minutes."It's so amusing how you, a powerless nobility act like he is at the same level as I am" taunted byBeznosov.Venicio just smirked and continue to walk forward, ready to take the first move and ignore any words Beznosov will throw at him. And the moment the distance between each other sever
"I-I killed her?" ridiculously and full of disbelief, Beznosov repeated what Venicio answered to his own question. There is no absolute reason he can do that, he grew up with Eve always on his side. She was his childhood friend, best friend, and his most precious. He loved her so much that he chose to let her go and let her choose the man in front of him."You really are pathetic down to your core! How dare you make stories--" Venicio stop his rage."You... killed... my wife!" The blood that moves like it has its own life thickens around Venicio, responding to the anger towards him. Did he lose it? Did his memories somewhat alter because of the almost-death experience he had after the explosion?Venicio in his monster state began to move to attack him. The vein-like bloodstream acts like a whip and attacks him. He dodge it and he saw what happened to the ground as it crushed it. What a powerful weapon considering that this is just made of blood!He observed Venicio as the man stand no
It was a cold shivering night when Loren and five of his companion lost in the middle of nowhere in some part of Yekaterinburg in Russia. The swift cold wind gives a chilling shiver on their skins down to their bones. Vampires are cold-blooded and they can stand the temperatures of winter, but for tonight? I don't think so. There is something in this coldness, something that puts his alert levels in a high position. "Be keen in your surroundings, soldiers" he warned them. They are currently in the middle of the ice-cold forest with horses, but even the animals are not comfortable with the atmosphere. A few steps and they arrived at someplace where horses can't pass through. They can't step back and return to where they came from, something is clearing all their prints in the snow, and going back will only make them more in loss to this maze-like dead forest. "My Lord, let me transform and fly up to the sky to see where are we in this forest" one soldier presented. He disappro
The music of the orchestra is playing in the air in that throne room. Everyone is enjoying the night, forgetting every political conflict and argument. The night was more peaceful than this party though. The stars lined up perfectly on the night skies like diamonds to be picked. It was peaceful and quiet on that balcony until he heard someone singing. A song he was quite familiar with and heard recently. The orchestra stopped and the whole crowd silenced. He gazed back inside over the balcony and he saw everyone looking at a single person. The woman with long silver hair was approaching the Throne while singing. Not sure if he was hearing her from where he was standing but he can hear her sing like she is right in front of her. "Oh no!" he began to worry when the woman was now in front of the Throne where her mother with the Queen was currently sitting. The 3 Knights that were with the Queen blocked the woman with their weapons—a spear, a sword, and a pointing arrow. The strang
The night was cold and no stars, not even the moon is present in the night sky here in the village of Dobrovolsk. "I should have fetched water before sunset earlier. Why should I partake in elders gatherings when I have no idea what to say and advise on any of their issues!?" the woman stomped the ground as she let her anger release from inside. She arrived in the well when she notice the night insects stop chirping. She looked around lighting the surroundings with the lamp she has. A movement sound in the grass swiftly arose from her left so she divert her lamp on it but no one is in sight. "H-hello?" she can't see it but she knows someone is in the dark. She heard movement from her left and when she pointed the lamp she saw a man in a devastating state. She screams as the injured man walks toward her and his right hand is extended trying to reach her. His left hand is in his neck trying to cover the fatal wound, unfortunately, the blood came out like a river from his hand. Sh
Two Millennials ago** There are so many mysteries in the world that no one can't even count on. Like on this date, humans don't have a clue that vampires and werewolves are co-existing with them and they're not just a part of horror stories to scare children. In a tundra from Russia, there is also another mystery that no one else has discovered, a dimension that leads to the magical land of Estofidel. Estofidel is a hidden spatial dimension which the entrance can be found in the Tundra of Yekaterinburg. Although the words 'can be found' are misleading since the entrance is not visible to our naked eye, the entrance can only be available to someone who was born inside. Estofidel on the inside was a vast land abundant in mana. It was divided into two seasons: Winter and Spring. Winter is the only season on the west part of the land while Spring is on the other. It is not only the seasons that were captivating in this hidden paradise-- the animals, insects, and plants were all uniqu