Elizabeth Jones
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Vincent observed the imposing mansion from the confines of his car, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings. The dark night made the atmosphere more intense. He could sense the presence of werewolves among the armed guards, but their strength was no match for his own. In fact he was sure that he could take out everyone here alone , but he wanted to be more diplomatic about it by showing his own group and forcing them to give back Nathalie without bloodshed . So a convoy of five sleek black Porsche…
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A week had passed since Vincent secluded himself with Erika. His days were filled with relentless training, 24/7, with occasional passionate breaks, as Erika desired nothing more than to be intimate with him. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy it—She was the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered, and he enjoyed every moment that he spent with her. SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH "Energy Slash!" he roared internally , attempting to strike her with his claws. With her swift reflexes, Erika easily dodged…
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"Are you certain this will help me grow stronger?" Vincent inquired. He was being led by Erika through a vast modern hall housed within one of Evangeline's properties, situated in California. The hall was remarkably large, spanning the size of one basketball stadium, and was cleverly concealed underground beneath a sugar cane farm in California's Imperial Valley. "Absolutely. While you may not have established your own domain yet, your energy already surpasses that of an ordinary Rank S. If you can…
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"Mother Evangeline, I've got the report on the recent events in Turkmenistan," a man in his thirties approached, discreetly handing her a confidential file. "What's that?" Vincent asked as he joined Evangeline in the study room, with Erika by his side. "This file contains details about a recent incident in Turkmenistan, Brother Vincent" Evangeline replied, her voice carrying a serious tone. "Incident in Turkmenistan? You mean the one where the rumored Gate of Hell is located?" he inquired. The Gate…
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Erika couldn't help but touch the window of the private jet, amazed at the beauty of the city below. The sprawling metropolis looked like a patchwork quilt of twinkling lights, each one representing a different corner of the city. She couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size and complexity of it all. "Woah, a lot of things change!," she exclaimed, a sense of childlike wonder evident in her voice. Despite being an ancient vampire, she had been trapped in a state of suspended animation encased in ice…
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As the bus rumbled along the dark desert road, the students from the Institute of Manhattan chatted excitedly, their voices blending with the hum of the engine. "I can't believe we're actually going to see the Gates of Hell!" exclaimed Sarah, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "I know, right?" responded Alex, leaning forward in his seat. "I've seen pictures, but seeing it in person is going to be a whole different experience." Amidst the enthusiastic chatter, Miley turned to their male guide,…
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Perched atop the mountain, Nathan sat patiently, his mind consumed by worry for his best friend. He couldn't help but envision the dangers Vincent might have encountered, fearing that his friend was now injured and in need of assistance. "I must become stronger so that I can support him. I'm certain he's facing someone really powerful enemies" Nathan murmured, his thoughts spilling out into the open air. Unbeknownst to him, Vincent had already returned and now stood just behind him. Oblivious to his…
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He moved closer her, his gaze concentrated on the alluring sight in front of him. He could feel the heat flowing from her pristine slit inviting him in as he positioned himself between her legs. He bent down and began to penetrate her body with his manhood, drawing cries full of pleasure from her as he did so. "AHHHH" As he saw her reaction to his thrust, he could feel his own excitement rising. He desired nothing more than to burrow deep within her, and feel her tight grip on him as he ram her…
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"Kiss me." Vincent's mind raced as he tried to comprehend her words. Was this an act of desire? A spell of enchantment? Or perhaps a trap? He couldn't deny the allure of the beautiful woman before him, but the realization that she could be potentially dangerous , a being with the power to end his life, made him hesitate. "Someone like her cant be a normal person " he muttered to himself, his inner voice desperately attempting to control in his urges. He couldn't fathom the possibility that someone…
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"How far is it?" Vincent's voice echoed through the vast cavern as he broke the silence with a question, The serpent let out a sigh, its immense body coiling and shifting with a sense of exasperation. "This place is far deeper than you can fathom," it replied, its tone laden with weariness. "And might I ask, why are you still perched upon my back? I am not your personal mount, you know." "He he he " Vincent chuckled, thoroughly amused by the serpent's protest. He had taken the opportunity to sit…
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