Elizabeth Jones

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  • by Elizabeth Jones  "Damn it , this was not included in the report "Mia's frustration grew as her attempts to destroy the moving statues proved to be harder than expected. The silver chain she wielded responded to her commands, wrapping around their limbs and constricting them tightly, yet they remained unyielding.  "It's clear that I'm dealing with more than one ghost here" she grumbled to herself. Hunting ghosts had always been her specialty, and she prided herself on her ability to banish restless spirits. But this…
  • by Elizabeth Jones  "Well, well, is that how you greet someone after leaving them hanging ?" the beautiful woman giggled, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Vincent couldn't help but shake his head, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Women, huh? They can be scary and vindictive," he chuckled, shaking his head . "Yeah, well, things sure took an unexpected turn, didn't they? So, Mia," he attempted to steer the conversation in a different direction, his voice laced with a hint of intrigue. "Tell me, who do you…
  • by Elizabeth Jones  "Let's find some place more private," Vincent's quiet words startled Sophia awake, her face instantly flushed with embarrassment. The sudden attention they had attracted because of her actions overwhelmed her, making her feel self-conscious.  "Okay," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, as she instinctively buried her face into his chest. It was a reflexive action, seeking relief and a shield from the prying eyes around them. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of…
  • by Elizabeth Jones  Benedict returned to his place, a towering skyscraper nestled amidst the bustling cityscape of Chicago . The atmosphere buzzed with the hum of urban life as he made his way through the sleek corridors, his mind consumed with thoughts of the recent meeting at Evangeline Mansion. The weight of disappointment and resentment clung to him like chains. Unlike other vampires, he was a strong believer in technological advancement. Before his turning , he had been an famous inventor whose creations played a…
  • by Elizabeth Jones  The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, and a deafening silence enveloped the room. All eyes were fixed on Evangeline, waiting for her next move, her next words. But she remained composed, allowing the weight of the silence to permeate the space. They searched for a sign, a cue to break the stillness that gripped the room. Yet, even Benedict, known for his outspoken nature, remained unusually quiet. Finally, Madonna, a figure known for her discerning nature and commitment to fairness,…
  • by Elizabeth Jones  Inside Evangeline Mansion, the grandeur of the room matched the significance of the gathering. The air was thick with an aura of power and authority as the high-ranking vampires took their seats around an enormous round table, carefully chosen to symbolize equality and unity among the eight individuals present. Looking closely ,each member of this elite assembly carried a unique aura, a reflection of their own powerful force they represented. Their presence alone was a statement of authority, a…
  • by Elizabeth Jones  Vincent lay motionless on the cold chamber floor, his body battered and broken from the intense transformation he had endured. The pain, although still present, had subsided to a dull ache, leaving him drained and weak. Evangeline's concerned gaze fixed on him, her wheelchair coming to life under her command. With a determined flick of her wrist, the wheels spun into motion, carrying her swiftly across the room.  "You did great" she murmured softly. "The worst is behind you now." A weak smile…
  • by Elizabeth Jones  In the depths of Evangeline Mansion, Vincent found himself in a mysterious chamber, clutching a golden bottle that contained the formidable Rank S mutated creature.  Evangeline had given him explicit instructions to absorb the essence of the creature. Normally, such task would have taken an immense amount of time and effort, but this particular bottle possessed a unique ability. Not only could it seal away creatures, but it also had the power to purify and transform them into essence. Essence is…
  • by Elizabeth Jones "Vincent!" Isabella's voice echoed across the beach, filled with excitement and relief. She hurried toward him, her steps quickening with each passing moment. She saw Vincent sat patiently,  calmness emanating from him as he observed the flow of the waves. As she approached him, a mixture of pride and awe washed over her. Her beloved Vincent had become a symbol of power and reliability, showcasing his true capabilities to everyone . She couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for his power. "You…
  • by Elizabeth Jones  Vincent's heart thundered like a roaring tempest within his chest as he finally came to a halt, his body crackling with the residual surge of adrenaline. As the rush of adrenaline subsided, time resumed its steady paced , and his surroundings regained their normal momentum. The world around him no longer blurred into streaks of motion but settled into the mundane rhythm of time. "Seriously? Did I just do that?" he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with both disbelief and amusement. The sheer…
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