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257. DELICIOUS AWAKENING
SIGRIDA low moan slipped from my slightly parted lips, heat burning through me.Something unbearably pleasurable disrupts my sleep, a wet, delicious sensation licking between the petals of my intimacy.“Mmmm,” I writhe in the limbo between dreams and reality. It feels so good. Mmm, I want more.I moan against a soft surface, my hands clutching at something plush beneath me. My legs spread, my ass tilts up.I let rough hands grope and caress me, play with my clit, devour my wetness, drag me into sheer lust.“Silas,” I murmur, calling his name.A weight presses over me, my body held down, legs spread, hard muscles like steel pinning me in place, leaving me no choice but to wait and take it.“Aaahh,” my eyes flutter open to reality, my mouth unable to stop moaning.In my ear, I feel his restrained growl, his ragged breaths as he thrusts into me.Something hard and pulsing, a scorching-hot shaft pushing through my folds, the mushroomed tip piercing and stretching me open bit by bit.He s
258. YOUR LAUGHTER FASCINATES ME
SIGRIDHis delicious mouth places sensual, satisfied kisses on me in this room bathed in warm sunlight filtering through the wooden window slats.I haven’t had time to take in anything—not with a wake-up call this passionate. This is how I want to wake up every day of my life.“Silas,” I whisper against his lips. His cock is slowly softening, but he’s still inside me, drawing out breathy sighs.The scent of raw, wild sex lingers in the air.I suddenly glance at his neck. Now that the haze of lust has passed, I see the ugly bite mark.Without the sharp canines of a she-wolf or a vampire, it must hurt him even more.“No, no… did I hurt you? Love, I’m sorry.”“It’s fine, it doesn’t matter.” He raises a hand to cover the wound. “You like to bite, and I like to be marked by you.”He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and I look into his gleaming eyes.Silas doesn’t seem to be lying. Besides, I know that with the power he holds now, he could heal instantly—but he choose
259. WHO IS THIS OLD WITCH?
SIGRIDThe narrow black iron bed, wooden walls, the ceiling with slightly neglected beams, the old armchair by the window, and a few wooden trunks in the corner.Everything looks worn down, broken—but not dirty, not unpleasant.“I remembered my parents' cabin. Last night, I brought you here. It's a place I've always wanted to return to,” he confessed, and my heart squeezed at his words.He hasn’t outright said it, but I think his parents are dead. Maybe they died trying to save him when he was taken. Maybe they couldn’t bear the pain of losing him. I don’t know, and I don’t want to rip open those wounds.“Did you spend the whole night cleaning? If it was abandoned, where the hell did you get these sheets?” I frowned, suddenly realizing something obvious.“Well… no one was here. I— I didn’t even think about it. I just needed to rest with you. My mind was… troubled,” he admitted, sitting up, his gaze sweeping over the details of the room.“Silas, how could you think nothing would change
260. THE NEW VAMPIRE LORD
SIGRIDAfter several rounds of clashes, things finally somewhat settled.Silas and I made up a story—we were just a couple. No one spoke of my true origin, and I never mentioned that I was a sorceress.With luck, no one would recognize me. Elementals weren’t naturally attuned to sensing power in supernatural beings, which was why they were often deceived.Turns out, the old woman was the healer of the village—another elemental, but one who knew medicinal plants, assisted in childbirth, and had some knowledge of medicine.Since this cabin had been abandoned for years, they let her live here—she preferred the quiet, the solitude, being close to the forest.“My father… he should be the rightful owner of this house,” Silas said, standing behind me.The old woman and I were sitting at the small wooden dining table.“You’re the boy that was stolen from here, aren’t you?” she asked, her tone calmer now.Silas gave a rough, quiet nod.“Your father… after they took you, and your mother died de
261. BETRAYAL PACT
NARRATORAlessandre roared at them, baring his fangs, his red pupils narrowing, exuding the intimidating aura of a powerful vampire.At his command, the warriors snapped out of their astonishment and obeyed.BAM!The doors were flung open, and he strode in with firm steps, unleashing all his superior power, crushing any thought of rebellion.His mother stared at him with wide, red eyes, standing at the back of the hall near the leaders' tables.She brought a trembling hand to her mouth, tears spilling as she saw her husband's head. She knew.The searing pain of losing her mate struck her all at once—but she couldn’t understand how.He had just left to speak with their son.Now, everything made sense. Her heart trembled, consumed by agony and betrayal.Alessandre didn’t even glance at her as he ascended the stairs. He turned to face the crowd dining at the banquet, long tables overflowing with exquisite delicacies and stunning elemental slaves, there to serve and be touched.“FROM THIS
262. THE ORIGIN OF EVIL
NARRATOR“Is this the elemental village where you were born?” Sigrid held onto her wide-brimmed straw hat to keep it from being carried away by the wind.They had gone out after lunch with Silas to gather fresh grass for the rabbits.Their steps led them to the edge of a beautiful hillside covered in daisies. Below, the wooden and stone houses of the village came into view.The creaking of carts, the clucking of chickens, and the laughter of children playing in the fields filled the air.“Yes, it’s just as I remember. I never forgot it, unlike other things.” Silas gazed at the horizon with nostalgia, looking over the valley where he had been born.His best memories… in the darkest nights, in the most horrific tortures.“Have you been here before?” he asked Sigrid.His hand gently held hers, a bundle of herbs slung over his back, and a sickle in his other free hand.“Yes, this is where I hid the baby, remember? The baby I saved when I met you, Drusilla’s son.” Sigrid wondered what kind
263. MIRACLES DO EXIST
NARRATORSilas froze. He wasn’t fond of physical contact unless it was with Sigrid, but he endured the embrace stoically and didn’t act rudely.Despite the awkward moments, that afternoon, Silas reclaimed a small piece of his family. Still, deep inside, the only family he truly acknowledged was the woman by his side.All the love in his heart was for her. Everything else had withered away.Seizing a moment alone while his aunt dragged Sigrid to the kitchen to help with the afternoon tea, Silas approached the baby in the crib.The dark tattoos no longer stayed confined to the child’s face—they were creeping, slowly consuming his tiny body.Silas extended two fingers, placing them on the baby’s forehead. Instantly, the dark magic writhed, resisting, fighting against being expelled.The baby let out a cry of pain.That malignant energy refused to leave, but Silas’s power commanded it to obey a new master.Sigrid cast an illusion to deceive the aunt so she wouldn’t hear the child’s cries.
264. FURTIVE ENCOUNTERS IN THE LABYRINTH
NARRATORSigrid was incredibly tense, not because of the life-or-death battle ahead, but because she was worried about Silas’s emotions and murderous impulses.Lucrecia couldn’t discover his power.Silas himself—and his condition as a Selenia—were their greatest secret advantages.The prelude to the party unfolded in the vast garden and open halls, adorned with lanterns and dim lights, where guests toasted, chatted, and exchanged suggestive glances.Everyone was masked.Some concealed their identities even more thoroughly.They had come here with a purpose. Accepting the invitation meant they were willing to spend an evening indulging in sex and orgies.This was only the warm-up. The real festivities would take place later inside the mansion, in the underground levels.Or perhaps Lucrecia had something even more novel and thrilling prepared."We need to find a way for her to invite us to play with her in private. It’s our best chance to separate her from her guards and security," Ales
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