[Warning: Mature Content R18+]

"My blood is keeping you alive, so from today onwards...you belong to me." - Elias Stone
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Do you know the story of the boy who cried wolf? 
Amaira was the girl who cried, vampire!

Of course, no one believed her because vampires don't exist, but how else would you explain what she saw that night? Her sexy and handsome neighbor, Elias Stone devouring a woman's exposed neck!

"You're crazy!" they said.
"Stop reading so many weird books!" they said.

But Amaira knew what she saw and she was going to prove it! 

After many failed attempts, she finally got into his house disguised as a babysitter for his baby brother, Kenneth. 'Don't put your hand near the baby's mouth was the only rule given to her by Mr. and Mrs. Stone, but what choice did she have when the baby started choking on God knows what?

Amaira stuck her finger in baby Kenneth's mouth and one bite from him changed her life forever because it was how she became a ghoul and ended up being bound to the devil.
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Excerpt

They told her to stay away, he was unstable under the curse of the red moon, but being bound to him, Amaira could feel how much he needed her and could hear his voice in her head begging her to come to him.

Without seeing her, Elias could tell she was there when a surge of sexual desire infiltrated his body. "You shouldn't be here?" he started, keeping his gaze solely on the ground. "I could hurt you."

Despite his warning, Amaira didn't leave but instead went closer to him. "Look at me, Elias." When he rose his head to look at her, she met his red eyes with her blue ones, "You won't hurt me."

With those words, Amaira slipped off her coat before pulling her turtleneck blouse over her head and unhooking her bra. Her jeans went after, shortly followed by her lace panties. She was fully exposed in front of the horny devil chained to the wall.

His hunger for her increased tenfold, but while the rest of his body betrayed him, words of concern still managed to leave his lips, "You'll freeze to death."

Amaira had no idea what took over her, but all she knew was that she needed to please him. She smiled innocently before tracing the bulge in his pants with her index finger, "Then how about you warm me up?"

{This story contains r-18+ explicit content, BDSM, horror, and gore}

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The sleeping blonde squirmed below the white sheets, furrowing her brows and scrunching up her face as she released quiet groans but didn't open her eyes.


Her eyeballs moved about behind the skin of her eyelids as she squirmed restlessly. She was having a nightmare.


Amaira was lying naked on a stone altar as strange people dressed in red cloaks chanted words in a language she couldn't understand. She tried to speak, but no sound came from her lips. It wasn't until she touched her throat that she realized it was slashed.


Shortly after, Amaira found herself watching herself die. The same voice calling her name earlier came from the lips of her dying self, bleeding out on the altar.


"Elias," she heard her say in a whisper before her eyes fluttered closed.


'Am I dead?' Amaira thought with wide eyes. Her attention was diverted from her bleeding corpse when the chants suddenly stopped, and the people dressed in red cloaks suddenly went to their knees.


Chapter 93 - A nightmare