Racked by confusion and changes in her body, Diana found herself irresistibly drawn to Andrew. Passion ignited and threatened to consume them both. However, she was unprepared for the reason he had sought her out and the danger that lay ahead. Regardless, sharing a love of conquering their goals, this unlikely pair began to form an unexpected bond that led them to a place neither of them ever expected to be.
View MoreThe old wooden coffin was reinstated to the back of the battalion to be looked after by the attendant of their lords. The Redberg chiefs enjoined their men to take motivation to avoid retreat or they become captive to their vicious opposer. The Islander could see that the Redberg armies were scheming on overpowering them with an enormous assault of their whole armed battalions, comprising further reinforcements. It was a record of almost two hundred monster knight men. So, in acknowledgment, Islander called up every man in reserve to dispute that bombardment with close to two hundred of their own. In doing so, the Islanders called away from the whole regiment that sheltered the wooden coffin of the vampire in its own tent, leaving it and its league of five lords entirely unprotected at the rear of the troop.Cornelius and Darwin had found a hiding niche near there the night before when they explored the troop's activities. As soon as the battalions were immersed in battle, all awarene
An hour later, Cornelius and Darwin stood at vigilance with a hundred other monster knight reinforcements assembling to unite their brothers in crusade north of the Redberg village. They had come from the surrounding townlets. Winterberg Village had been settled ages earlier when the nearby sea dwellers had left their residences in hunt of a new region and settled on the coasts of Munster Village. They were not particular sea dwellers but comprised of a species of supernatural lineages of witches, trolls, vampires, and even werewolves.These sea dwellers had rapidly stabilized their existence on the Munster Village and shortly commenced an invasion of the nearby townlet. They were fended off and so established a structure of enslavement under the human Lord’s permission. They became recognized thoroughly as Islanders and retained productive management of the entry to transferring passages to the rest of Europe, including the North and the South, for voyage and barter.The sea route fr
The two unclothed young human-like creatures grappled in the village square yard shrouded by rows of stone columns. They wore nothing but pareu, an animal skin garment safeguarding their genitals from their harsh sparring. They were Monster Knight in their home in the village of Redberg on the eastern coastline of the land. They are the knights of the church, their army. Monsters, humanoid in form, they're uncouth, messy, dirty, disgusting, barbaric creatures with no sense of honor. The only times they do work together will more than likely resemble something akin to a horde than anything like a professional army.They exerted their continual competition of physical embodiment and prominence as new recruits in the reserves of the legion. Months ago, they were just ordinary humans, knights with no less than a common army but with the help of a powerful sorcerer, and with the blood of the beast of the underworld they evolved into something else more vicious than werewolves or trolls, t
The second development was the baffling change in his mind and body concerning the lasses. Leo's existing impression of females as simply a weaker version of the feminine creature, who, for their proper protection, might benefit from his important strength, was replaced by an unaccountable fascination. Even as he was marking the changes in his own body, he had started to notice the difference, most alluring, the shape of girls. How had he never before appreciated the sweetness of a pink mouth and a curved figure? How beautiful it would be to put his arms around a maiden and kiss her! In a show with these thoughts, he encountered with surprise the emotions provoked in his body.Struggling not to shame himself, he attempted to contain his burgeoning interest in the fairer sex. Then the fantasies began and to his bafflement and humiliation, he could not control his body. On the content of this distressing dilemma, he was finally educated by the other lads of the streets, and with that ac
What was the mission to be? Were they escorting the lords to a dangerous appointment? Were they confronting rebels inciting revolt among the estate's tenants? Were they rooting out guardsmen from their lair? Would he be called upon to fight? By fist or by the sword? The Commander had ordered full gear, he must be prepared for anything. From the oak locker at the foot of his cot, Leo pulled his old leather weapons belt, short dagger, and sword. Enthusiasm twinged in his belly as he tightened the scabbards to the belt. He settled and confirmed an adequate store of additional small blades in the pouch on the belt.Uncovering the sensitivity of his dagger wanting, he drew out the honing stone and oil and set them upon the lid of the box. Placed on the edge of the bed with his legs straddling the corner of the lockbox, he began smoothing the blade, rhythmically drawing one edge rather than the other over the stone. The surprising turn of the afternoon's events was difficult to comprehend.
Leo was confused as to why he unexpectedly felt too sleepy and exhausted. All the memory came running fast, emerging from his brain like a tidal wave. The best thing about him was his sentimental warmth, which isn't a drawback, it's a floor. It's the bedrock of who he was, of the person he was born to be. He was born gentle and vulnerable, he wore his heart for all to see, and it took strength to do that, but he was no longer smooth, now he was the hero of him; he was his champion. The disastrous course of his circumstances commenced that night. Two decades ago.The younger man lay on his stomach upon the ground of the large common tavern in the wardens' quarters. To Leo's right, a group of his associate off-duty guardsmen were assembled round the long, enormous oak table where meals were served --- playing cards and dice with much cursing and laughing. To his left, three more wardens sat by the vast fireplace. One immersed in rubbing oil into his tall, old black boots. One stabbing
With that said, Ambrose walked back to his wife, carrying his plate of cheese and the goblet of wine. He grabbed a few final morsels, then left the buffet table too. There was only so long they could pretend to collect food. The countess was already watching him suspiciously.And he wasn’t the only one. Knight Leo, the spy, came to the banquet as well. "Ambrose, what were you talking about with the Countess?” Leo insisted as Ambrose halted beside him.“Oh, you know, we were dealing with conventional threats and conflict humor,” he answered back pleasantly, eating a piece of cheese. Leo's nose scrunched up in discomfort. He was simply not delighted. “Do not consort with the enemy Knight Ambrose.”“It’s just a pastime, Leo.”“You stupid little boy. Of course, it's fun, a silly bunter, but the games of vampires and witches are very real.” His hand clenched down on his wrist. “Don’t give the Church a reason to chastise you. Because when you turn their wrath on you, I will share in the pun
Nirvana stood, “Come on Matilda, this is not a game to be taken lightly. Our enemy wanted our head and to win the people's prize, they wanted a church leader who is capable of killing all the monsters of their nightmare. They all wanted our kind dead. Those foolish hatreds if yours was below the line. However, in doing so, they are each hurting their chances of becoming the leader of their church. The east and the west need to know that their church could go to hell and we don't care. “Exactly.” Matilda asserted. "I don't care.""Come on. What if I tell you I came to know that an ancient vampire has come to town?""Pray tell me, …""Lord Andrew Lawvosky.""What? Are you sure? ...Unbelievable.""Yes. Camellana said so. He was under her care.""How did you know of this hearsay?""I have a set of spies everywhere, Matilda and you know that. Right?""Why I'm I not surprised dear?"They continued their endeavor with the stinky cheese and five minutes later, the countess agreed. 'Who could
"My wife was right, you know. The church would be a nuisance and I'm sure she might feign to like my people but deep inside she wanted her coven. Shall we agree to give her full control over my village? After all, Winterberg needs new offspring. Those raiders were foolish to take the youngsters but smart enough not to burn the village.” Ambrose said.“Is that so? Well, we must follow through. Our term is sacred. It rings true and real from every realm in my domain. It is constant, unbreakable but the codex was beyond my reach. Only the mother church knew its location."Ambrose wasn’t surprised by her words. She was a true stickler for the principles. More than anything, he’d taken that awareness from his few brief encounters with her. She was fair and balanced if needed, never making a judgment in urgency or out of excitement. She was perfect in every way and thought he hated perfection. But the Countess was the best ally, from the perfectionists, with her powerful focus, comes the ma
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