Hunted Hybrid Aegis War Saga 1 novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201

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Lucien Virell POV

The scent of iron and rot was almost euphoric.

I reclined on the crimson velvet throne we’d claimed from the last noble family foolish enough to resist, swirling a goblet of still warm blood and watching it catch the candlelight. The bodies hadn’t even cooled, and already their screams had become background music in my mind.

Perfect.

Across from me, Vaela paced like a beautiful, bloodstained predator. Her lips were dark with her last meal. Her eyes, those ruby flames I adored, glinted as if she felt it too. She was fucking perfection. My delicious, evil, corrupted monster.

That electricity in the air. She paused mid step, her spine arching like a cat as the air around us trembled. The goblet in my hand shattered as blood mist hissed upward, twisting, pulsing, and coagulating into a shape of divine, ancient hunger.

A voice slithered out of the void, thick as tar and twice as cold. “My children.”

Ah, Raelith. Our goddess. Our mother. Our madness.

I dropped to my knees in one fluid motion, tongue heavy with reverence and arousal. “Speak, my queen of crimson ruin. We are yours.”

Vaela followed, fangs bared, pupils dilated with ecstasy. “Command us, Mother of Suffering.”

The voice echoed in our skulls, drowning everything else.

“The seal has cracked. The fae realm is open. The dragon lands bleed.”

I gasped, grinning like a madman. “You did it. You brilliant, monstrous goddess, you did it.”

“The blood sirens rise. They sing the waters red. My leechworms crawl beneath their forests and will infect the roots themselves. Any who are bitten will carry my song in their veins. My will. My madness.”

Vaela moaned with a full body shudder. “Goddess, it’s beautiful.”

“They will walk as corpses. Puppets. My crimson choir. Every corpse that falls to the sirens will rise again under my call. The moon whores think they’ve won? I’ll drown their realm in rot.”

Chills danced down my spine. “And the mortals?” I asked, trembling with desire.

“My loyal cultists are already among them. On the outskirts. In the shadows. They’ll recruit, corrupt, and collect. Villages without protection will be harvested first. Blood for me. Flesh for the worms. They will beg to belong to something… and they will belong to me.”

Vaela’s nails carved crescents into her palms. “And what do you require from us, Mother?”

Silence fell. Then, a hiss so sharp it felt like a blade between the ribs.

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“Vampires. I want more children. I want the worthy turned. Every soldier, every mage, every feral stray who can survive the bite. Build me an army. A bloodbound legion.”

My fangs ached. Vaela leaned into my side, breathless. “We’ll turn them all. The strong, the smart, the cruel. We’ll drain the weak and

elevate the rest.”

“Find those with nothing left. Feed them purpose. Seduce them with power. Sink your fangs into the future and bring me sons and daughters worthy of the end.”

The blood mist swirled into a maw of endless teeth and vanished, the echo of her laughter dancing in the chamber like a thousand dying

heartbeats.

I stood slowly, my skin buzzing with holy corruption. “Vaela,” I purred, turning to her, “how many do you think we can turn before

moonrise?”

She licked her lips, blood still clinging to them. “All of them.”

I laughed, full and unhinged. “Then let’s make the realm scream.”

Vaela POV

Later that night

Small fox shifter village

Near the Crucible, Montana

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