They entered the catacombs, and faced the heavy door gates.
"Ossuary," they spoke.
With a click, they slowly opened.
They received respected nods as they entered the Coven's hideaway. Within the group were two kinships, one of Sanguinarians and the other of Psychics. The Mystics lived in New Orleans. There were also a few Dhampirs, depending on location, plus a handful of Ardetha, and to tie it together, every Coven had a Black Swan or two. Theirs was...
"Hiericho Thargrax," The Vampyress narrowed her eyes as he came towards them.
"Caius LaRue and Desirée Alnwick," Hiericho cupped her chin, "Have you returned for me, beautiful?"
Desirée scoffed, "Circle back to your mortal servants, Incubus," she smacked away his hand.
Before Thargrax could retort cleverly or sarcastically, an equally attractive Harpy, Zelea Aellopos, passed by him.
She had golden-brown eyes and dark brown hair that with tar-black lowlights. She had light brown, feathered wings attached to her arms. The retracted claws on her, seemingly sharp, fingers could spring out at any given moment.
Zelea walked on the legs of a Tawny Eagle.
Hiericho's eyes trailed as he finally said, "You know, I could, Rée. Although, from what I can see, she'd be more 'entertaining,'" he turned and walked after the other Legendary.
As his 'friend' left, Caius draped an arm around Desirée's shoulder protectively, causing her to chuckle in amusement.
He glanced at her, "Is something presenting itself as comical to you?" He asked.
"Only your intimacy," she smirked.
He shook his head with a sigh, "I have Dhampirs to instruct," Caius flicked her forehead before walking off.
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Venom: The Hunter (Book #1)
VampirA Vampyre with a great 'life,' girlfriend and friend, are in a Coven together. Little do they know that the threat they previously deemed as minor, was a fierce, well-armed Slayer, who seeks a swift revenge. (I own the plot and characters of this s...
