Royal Ball Of Vampire Nobles

[... Past: The Ball ...]

[... After the girls discovered that Christopher is probably on Aragos ...]

[... Redwilnet's Castle, throne room ...]

The majestic castle was illuminated by the eerie glow of a blood-red moon. The Vampire king gazed out of his throne room window, transfixed by the cold blue stars twinkling in the sky. 

Lost in thought, he was interrupted by a concerned voice from his friend seated beside him.

"Vlad, are you alright?" he asked. 

The King nodded and shifted his gaze to the front when he was suddenly embraced from behind by two of his many wives. 

The King smiled and watched the entrance doors with patience.

His other five wives sat on his left side, offering him smiles and adoration, although, not feeling truly happy.

He didn't show them as much love as he used to, mainly to his first wife who rather stayed locked in her bedroom, crying silently because she was madly in love with him.

Which is something he didn't feel anymore towards her.

But don't think she is not beautiful or something, that's far from the truth.

All of the Vampire King's wives were stunningly beautiful, and even the Werewolf King dared not lay eyes on them, but it was just that Vlad always craved more, willingly paying the price which in this case were the hearts of his wives.

Though the Werewolf king's senses urged him to pursue Vlad's wives, he knew such an action would be foolish and potentially deadly. His friend Vlad had been alive for five thousand years for God's sake, far longer than any other supernatural being at the gathering.

'God, why are those leeches always so beautiful!' thought the Werewolf King as he tried his best to NOT turn his face to the left, precisely speaking behind the Vampire King where two, godly beautiful beauties were embracing their husband.

The Vampire couples danced in the center of the room, lit by enormously big chandeliers hanging from the high set ceiling, and a medieval melody filled the air. On the left side of the room, Vampire Nobles sat at a long wooden table with their wives, while werewolf males sat opposite them, eyeing the noble female vampires hungrily and with desire. 

The Vampire females were considered the most beautiful women in the Supernatural world, followed by Witches and Goddesses, with Werewolf and Yokai females coming last.

Their beauty was the weapon that helped them hunt and kill their prey.

The Werewolf King and his son sat on the Vampire King's right side, dressed in aristocratic blue and white uniforms. The Vampire king, wearing his royal black clothes with red and golden details, adjusted his golden ring with a big red gem with a golden crest, awaiting his Countesses and their daughters.

"Vlad? We have been waiting an entire hour already. Where are they?" asked the Werewolf king, feeling impatient.

"Breathe my friend, they'll be here in a minute." replayed Vlad.

"This is the answer I was hearing thirty minutes ago!" roared the Werewolf King.

"Don't be so tense Alaric. You know girls, they always need almost an hour to get ready..." Vlad replayed.

"What did you say husband?" spoke one of his wives standing behind Vlad with a wide, creepy smile and glowing eyes.

Vlad just smiled slightly and ignored her expression.

As the Werewolf king sighed and opened his mouth to speak again, the entrance door swung open forcefully, revealing six stunning women with dangerous auras. With elegant steps, they walked towards the throne as the musicians and announcers were left awestruck, and not only them.

The entire throne room went quiet with the only sound of six pairs of high heels echoing around.

Only after a few seconds did the announcer clear his throat and introduce the Countesses and their daughters.

"My King and everyone present. Let me introduce you Countess Isobel Phoenix with her daughter Victoria Phoenix."

"Countess Elizabeth Báthory with her daughter Rose Báthory, and Countess Celeste Dark with her daughter Claudia Dark."

Each woman was a unique and stunning beauty, and the Werewolves and Vampires fell silent in awe.

While Vampires were more relieved that their strongest Countesses had finally arrived, so they didn't need to face the Werewolves alone, Werewolves were eyeing them more with desire.

The Vampire king smiled at them gently, appreciating their beauty and auras.

'Beautiful as always,' he thought.

Walking through the silent throne room, their blood-red eyes were fixed on the Vampire king and only on him, like they wanted to pierce him with their gazes.

Their expressions were cold-blooded and their skin looked even more paler than Vampire skin should look like.

Their eyes were shaped to a reptail-like style and their auras were more resembling those of Dragons than Vampires.

Arriving in front of the king, all six bowed slightly.

"Hi, Vlad. It was a long time since a ball was held in this old crumbling castle," spoke Isobel with a cold, indifferent expression, her body hidden under the layers of the long, orange, flaming-like robe that was making her hot appearance look even sexier.

Her white hair tied up into a seductive bun with a few curly strains of her hair sliding down her cheeks was like exact opposite of her powers. If her dress resembled her fire powers, her cold, white hair resembled more the ice powers of a House Báthory.

"Is it truly that long?" the King replayed with an innocent expression.

"Yeah, precisely speaking a hundred years," replayed Celeste, touching her body dressed in a fully black robe with golden details in the area of her enormous chest.

The golden laces ended near her waist where started her long skirt and the entire long sleeve robe looked perfect on her. Her long blond hair was let loose, sliding down her sinful and full chest area.

The King nodded and with a slight hand gesture, he showed the Countesses and their daughters to sit down near his throne.

Suddenly, "Hello Elizabeth. Wanna dance?" a random Werewolf from the table approached Elizabeth dressed in a long crimson red dress with a deep neckline forming her perfectly full big breasts, long sleeves, and an opening on her left thigh, coming down across her long leg towards her feet in blood-red high heels. 

On her shoulders hung a small coat with expensive fur around its neckline, too in crimson red color.

"No, now fuck off," she said.

"Ohh, come on! Don't be a bitch Elizabeth," he spoke and grabbed her hand firmly, a gesture that made Vlad's and Alaric's eyebrows unconsciously twitch. 

She is after all an excellent beauty.

One of the laws in the Vampire world is that only the King has the privilege of marrying his Countess.

Vlad did it with three already but what he felt towards Elizabeth was something he didn't truly feel towards any of his wives.

Similar feelings were directed to Celeste and Isobel as well, but for Elizabeth, he would easily die again.

Therefore his anger rose to heaven when Elizabeth suddenly turned with a gentle, sensual smile and pulled the Werewolf closer, saying "Do you wanna see how much a bitch I can be?"

All this was happening while she was caressing the Werewolf's cheek gently, even when her touch was as cold as Arctic ice.

"Hell yeah!" spoke the Werewolf and Elizabeth embraced him like her Lover, placing his hands on her ass, letting him squeeze it, an action that made even the Vampire King jealous.

The Werewolf easily fell under Elizabeth's charm and before he knew it, Elizabeth's eyes turned more draconic resembling Christopher's, as she bit him forcefully, draining the Werewolf on the spot and turning his body into a lifeless mummy.

Three seconds later, his lifeless, dry corpse fell on the ground and turned to dust after the impact as Rose approached her mother with a demonic smile, and similar eyes while handing her a white tissue.

She too had the crimson red dress, the only differences were that her dress had short sleeves, ended above her knees, and had two openings, one on each side reaching her waist easily.

Standing on black high heels, she looked gorgeous.

A deep neckline was perfectly forming her big, full, and soft breasts, and her hair was tied into a ponytail, not like her mother's which was curly, and let loose.

"Thank you, daughter," she spoke as she seductively cleared her lips and chin from the remaining Werewolf's blood, looking straight into Vlad's glowing eyes while leaving everyone except Christopher's women and their mothers stunned.

"Little stale, but still tasty," she said and then threw the tissue into the pile of ash that was all that remained from the Werewolf.

"..."

Everyone was stunned and terrified at the same time. What Elizabeth had just done was something no one ever dared to do.

The Werewolves are, after all, one of the strongest Mortal races out there.

In terms of power, Vampires are in the last spot, even the Youkai are more powerful than Vampires.

This happened due to male Vampires becoming selfish and running after women of other races which then bred powerful hybrids that stayed with their mothers while female Vampires began to fuck with human males.

Not turning them into Vampires, their affair died after a few years because of constant loss of blood and white life liquids.

Ignoring becoming stronger, the entire race together with Vlad becomes far behind.

Not facing any challenges, he became lazy.

The only advantage was his long age and Progenitor powers but if two Progenitors like Werewolf and Youkai Progenitors would want, they could easily take him down.

His Luck was that Progenitors of other races were dormant right now, sleeping like babies and recovering from the last war.

"Countess Báthory-" the Werewolf King was about to say something, but Isobel quickly cut him off.

"Listen to me puppy," she said.

'Puppy?' thought Alaric.

"If you don't want your little dogs there-" she pointed towards the Werewolves' table "-turn into piles of burned fur, tell them to stop toying with us. We are not someone to be played with."

"Rrrrrr!" the Werewolves at the table started growling at Isobel but quickly shut up when almost invisible daggers made from pure air powers appeared on their throats.

"Try it, and your insides will paint this throne room," Celeste spoke with a hostile tone without even glancing at them.

"Enough!" Vlad stood up and clasped with his hands.

"This is a Ball, not a Telenovel so behave like you should!" his voice echoed around, carrying an immense authority.

"They started it," Elizabeth spoke with an innocent expression and touched her daughter's waist.

"Wanna dance daughter?" she asked.

"It would be a pleasure Mother ~" Rose replayed as Elizabeth formed an ice thorn and threw it in the direction of the musicians.

"Play some jams!" she ordered as the thorn crashed with the doors and exploded.

"YES!" all of them spoke and began to play music.

As the tense air began to fade, everyone returned to their activities as Rose and Elizabeth began to dance in the middle of the throne room, together with other Vampire couples.

"She is perfect," Alaric mumbled which Vlad immediately noticed and replayed "Yeah, she's my bride."

Alaric turned his head at Vlad with narrowed eyes.

"It's a privilege of a ruler~" Vlad replayed.

"Don't think about yourself too much Vlad," Isobel spoke.

"She is already engaged with someone, like us~" added Celeste, and with her daughter, they too went dancing together.

"???" Vlad was left puzzled.

[... Three hours later ...]

The 'party' was running wild, literally.

Vampires, under the influence of alcoholic blood, a thing the Witches developed for those who craved back their mortal life became friends with those nasty Werewolves while Vampire females were enjoying themselves and the music with the Countesses.

An hour ago, Christopher's girls met Sophie, Alice, and Evie, telling them everything that happened which left them a little devastated, a reaction the girls knew all too well.

After that, Vicki, dressed in the robe she bought with Christopher the last time they saw each other, was looking out from the throne room window when suddenly.

"You awaiting someone?" a male voice whispered into her left ear.

"Heh, yeah," she replayed with signs of tears in her eyes, feeling the Werewolf prince's presence approaching her from miles away.

"May I know who that is?" he asked.

"My husband" she spoke indifferently, not sparing a glance at the prince.

"I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. My name is-"

"Michael... I know," replayed Vicki, a little irritated that another male, more precisely a Werewolf prince, was talking to her.

This night should have been hers and Christopher's and instead, she is here, alone with this scumbag.

"So you know me huh?" Michael narrowed his eyes.

'This girl is really something. I like her,' he thought and smiled widely.

"So, your husband is a dick huh, leaving a beautiful wife like you here, all alone."

Hearing what he said, Vicki spun and slammed Michael against the wall near them.

"Listen to me wet dog! He is NOT a dick! Say that again and I'll rip your spine out~" she said dangerously but seductively at the same time.

'Damn she's hot!' thought Michael with wide eyes.

"Then where is he?" he asked.

"He is dead," replayed Vicki.

"Ohh, I'm sorry about that. I thought he was like other Vampire nobles, ignoring their wives... I didn't think that he might be gone..." Michael spoke, feeling slightly bad but only for a few seconds.

Because then, a thought popped into his head.

'HAHAHAHA excellent!' he laughed internally.

'Thank you for your death stranger. I don't know your name but I'm glad you died. Don't worry, I'll take care of your bitch for you,' he thought.

"Victoria Phoenix, do you wanna marry me?" Michael suddenly dropped the bomb.

Vicki, still filled with grief, widen her eyes and looked at him like he was a literal shit.

"WHAT?" she shouted and slapped Michael across his face so fast that in the process, her hand lit on fire and sent him flying towards the throne, landing in front of the two kings and Elizabeth standing near them.

[... At the same time, before Michael asked Vicki to marry him ...]

"Elizabeth? Where is your son-in-law?" asked Vlad.

"Dead..." replayed Elizabeth with glowing eyes.

Vlad was left stunned, did she feel something for him he thought but ignored that and asked.

"How that happened?"

"Assassination..." Elizabeth replayed and Vlad narrowed his eyes more.

"I see... Do you know who might do it?"

"I have a hunch," spoke Elizabeth when suddenly Vicki's voice echoed around-

"WHAT?"

-and a flying object lit in hot flames flew near Elizabeth and landed on her left.

"Vicki?!" Isobel quickly ran to her daughter and began to ask what happened while Alaric did the same with his son, still caught in undying flames.

With a smile of amusement, Elizabeth wielded her hand and covered Michael in a thin layer of ice, killing those flames.

"What happened?" asked Alaric, holding his son, while he thanked Elizabeth for help with a slight nod.

Elizabeth nodded back and went silent together with Vlad so they could listen to Michael's explanation.

"Th-That bitch rejected me!" was all Michael said before he tried to launch himself on Vicki.

Thankfully, Elizabeth swiftly grabbed him by his throat and slammed him against the ground.

"Listen to me, Michael. She, my daughter, and Claudia lost their husbands recently. Do you know what that means?"

"I don't care what that means! She rejected me, that never happened to ME! I want WAR!"

Suddenly, a thick, powerful, and heavy aura descended on everyone and "Boy, think carefully before you say something like this in my presence~" a dangerous voice echoed through the Throne room.

Elizabeth, Alaric, and Michael slowly looked at Vlad whose face already disappeared and only some kind of darkness was seen instead.

Only his fully blood-red eyes and mouth full of sharp teeth were visible in that darkness as Michael gulped.

"Vlad, stop threatening my son" Alaric replayed, his face taking already some animalistic features resembling a wolf.

"I'll stop if you teach your son how to behave in Progenitor's presence," replayed Vlad, still staring at Michael who thought: 'A... A... A PROGENITOR?!'

"Yes boy, I am a Progenitor" spoke Vlad as if he knew what Michael thought.

"Michael, you should-" when Alaric wanted to speak, Michael suddenly interrupted him and said something that attracted the attention of someone far worse than Vlad or his father.

Someone he is not ready to face and this monster will knock on his door when he comes back.

And the thing Michaels said?

Well, he said:

"Fuck it! Fuck you all!"

"I WANT WAR!!!"

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