After comforting Lizzie, I turned my attention to unfinished business—claiming every woman I had not yet taken. The she-wolves came first, eighteen of them gathered before me, eager and ready. The others, too young or unprepared, watched and learned, trained by their elders in the ways of servitude to their alpha.
Then came the vampires and witches. I took them together, their bodies entwined as one. Vampires were fewer, their numbers limited by their inability to breed unless they were hybrids, like Hope's father, Niklaus Mikaelson—the Original vampire, werewolf, and bearer of the witch's bloodline that Hope had inherited. And her mother, Hayley Marshall—born Andrea Labonair, werewolf royalty, the leader of her pack.
Hayley had sacrificed everything for Hope. She had abandoned her daughter to make New Orleans safe for her, then been forced into marriage with Jackson Kenner to unify the packs. Duty had consumed her, left her with no choice but to pick between her people and the Mikaelsons. She had chosen the former. And she had died for it.
Perhaps it was time to change that.
I would bring her back.
I would give her the time she had lost, the time she should have spent raising Hope, guiding her daughters and granddaughters, standing at their side.
She had been forced into choices. This time, she would have none.
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Morning arrived, and I awoke surrounded by the bodies of my devoted. My maidservants lay draped across the bed, their soft skin pressed against mine. My dryad nestled close, her breathing slow and peaceful. My dragoness curled beside me, her warmth seeping into my flesh.
Then—an alarm.
A pulse of magic echoed through the air, a warning of intrusion. One of Hope's traps had been sprung.
Carefully, I slipped from beneath my women, letting them rest as I dressed. By the time I stepped outside, Hope was already approaching, Alaric and Dorian trailing behind her.
The four of us moved swiftly toward the source of the disturbance.
And we found it.
A unicorn.
Beautiful. Pure. And dying.
I scanned it, my senses unraveling the truth beneath its shimmering coat. Hundreds of parasites wriggled beneath its skin, their filth poisoning its magic. A monstrous parasite clung to its brain, seizing control of its mind, twisting its instincts.
"It's a monster," Dorian declared. "We need to put it down."
Alaric nodded grimly. "He's right. But we need to observe first, make sure it actually threatens the school before we rush to judgment."
Hope stood firm, eyes alight with fascination. "No. It's not dangerous. Look at it—it's suffering. It's not the unicorn we should be afraid of."
I raised a hand, silencing them all.
"You're both right," I said, stepping forward. "It is dangerous. But not because of what it is. Because of what's inside it."
They stared at me as I continued.
"This is the work of unicorn parasite worms."
Dorian stiffened. "That's just a myth."
"No," I corrected him. "It's very real. These parasites target unicorns, feeding on their magic. They infest the brain, seize control, strip away their purity. The unicorns become nothing more than puppets, their instincts suppressed, their emotions amplified to reckless extremes."
Hope's eyes darkened. "So it's not the unicorn's fault."
"No." I stepped closer. The unicorn trembled, pain radiating from every inch of its body. "But we're running out of time."
Without hesitation, I summoned power, electricity crackling at my fingertips. A surge of current shot through the air, wrapping around the unicorn—not enough to harm it, but enough to disrupt the parasites clinging to its flesh.
The unicorn let out a strangled cry as the parasites began to react. One by one, they wriggled from its body, their grotesque forms surfacing—only to explode the moment my electricity touched them.
The great parasite in its brain resisted, clinging with desperation. But I would not be denied.
Calling upon Poseidon's blessing, I reached out—not with my hands, but with my will. My voice, my presence, my power. The unicorn stilled, its fear ebbing away as my command took hold. It bowed its head, surrendering to me.
Then, with a final burst of energy, the last parasite was obliterated.
Silence fell.
The unicorn shuddered, then collapsed against me. Its body trembled, but not in fear. In relief. It pressed close, its gratitude wordless but undeniable. It would not leave me.
It would never leave me.
I ran my fingers through its mane before whispering, "Go."
With a thought, I sent it away—far from this place, to my mother, Sally Jackson's home, in my world.
Where it would be safe.
With the mummy defeated and order restored, the school settled into a rare moment of peace. Two quiet days passed, the weekend approaching. Lizzie and Josie invited me on a trip with their father, and I agreed—not only to observe the monster's abilities but to seek out its female counterparts. If the creature was powerful, I wanted versions of my own. Perhaps I would even travel to the Monster Musume world and collect the women of each race.
Hope, Emma, Kaleb, and Dorian joined us, making for a cramped five-hour ride in a minivan. The heat was suffocating, the space unbearably tight. It was a miracle we made it without killing each other.
When we arrived at the village, everything seemed normal. We spent a few hours exploring before setting up camp near the river.
Then the attack began.
A swarm of thousands of African wasps descended upon the village, stingers plunging into flesh as screams filled the air. Chaos erupted. People ran in every direction, desperate for shelter. We barely managed to reach a nearby building, sealing the doors as the wasps slammed against the walls in a relentless wave.
Minutes passed.
The buzzing began to fade.
Then came the next horror.
Where the wasps had stung, blisters formed—large, grotesque welts swelling across the victims' skin. Those who had suffered multiple stings collapsed, their bodies convulsing, their faces twisting in agony. Some fainted. Others screamed.
Proto Triad Industries arrived, as expected. Their agents moved with cold efficiency, posing as health personnel, confiscating mobile devices, erasing any evidence of the supernatural. They would wipe memories next.
But this time, I had different plans.
I had everything needed to break Malivore's seals.
And I knew what came next.
Not five minutes later, the storm began.
Wind howled through the village, sand twisting into a violent tornado. The ground trembled beneath us as the shape of the mummy emerged from the swirling dust.
Towering over us, wrapped in ancient linen, its hollow eyes burned with unnatural light. At the center of its chest, a jade beetle pulsed with a sickly green glow.
Then it opened its mouth.
A new swarm of wasps poured forth, blackening the sky as they surged toward us.
The villagers screamed.
The mummy stepped forward.
The girls acted instantly, casting a barrier to shield the civilians. Emma, her usual composure shattered, visibly trembled at the sight of the insects. Her phobia was undeniable, but instinct overrode fear. Muttering a spell, she conjured a wall of fire, sending a roaring inferno straight at the mummy.
But it was prepared.
A wall of sand erupted in front of it, absorbing the flames without harm.
Then it raised a single finger.
Alaric gagged.
Dorian staggered.
Hope, Lizzie, and Kaleb clutched their stomachs in horror as black beetles forced their way up their throats. They vomited the insects onto the dirt, their bodies wracked with spasms.
I laughed at the guys.
But the moment it touched my women, the laughter died.
I moved.
One instant, I was standing back.
The next, I was in front of the mummy.
Without hesitation, I reached into its chest and tore the jade beetle free.
The creature let out a choked gasp, the wound gaping as its form trembled. I turned to Lizzie and Josie, tossing the beetle into their hands. "Absorb its magic."
They hesitated.
I pushed them harder. "Now."
I could have done it myself. I had the strength. But I wouldn't allow them to feel powerless. They had untapped potential—potential that would make them among the strongest beings in existence, if not for the limitations of magic itself.
They would not waste that potential.
As they drained the beetle's energy, the mummy crumbled to dust.
The battle was over.
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Days passed without another attack.
That was when Landon's true nature was revealed.
He was half-Phoenix.
But the way it happened left his friends shaken.
It began when Landon and Raphael took MG to his mother's house—a woman whose beauty was matched only by her cruelty. She spun lies effortlessly, convincing MG that his father had disowned him. The truth? His father never even knew he was alive.
But that wasn't the worst of it.
That night, a rare celestial event occurred—a moon powerful enough to trigger uncontrollable urges in werewolves. But it wasn't just werewolves who were affected. Vampires fell under its influence as well.
Something went horribly wrong.
MG killed Landon.
Raphael, in a frenzy, bit MG, poisoning him with the werewolf's venom. The trauma shattered Raphael's mind. MG, barely clinging to life, writhed in agony.
Hope acted quickly, forcing Raphael to drink a potion that restored his lost memories. With Alaric's approval and Raphael's consent, they delved into what had happened.
Then Landon's body ignited.
Flames consumed him, turning flesh and bone to ash.
Then—he rose.
Unscathed.
Reborn.
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A few days later, Lizzie found me.
She was fuming.
The Miss Mystic Falls pageant—a contest her mother had won—was now the responsibility of Salvatore School to host.
Alaric wanted to postpone it.
Lizzie wouldn't allow it.
It was too late, anyway. The event was scheduled. The invitations had been sent. It had to go forward.
The entire school worked to prepare. Magic, super strength, supernatural speed—they used every advantage. They finished just as the visiting schools arrived, contestants in tow.
The event began.
But my attention was elsewhere.
While the contest played out, I took Deina's mother in secret.
She was the lead judge. A position of power. And power, when wielded correctly, bent to my will.
She submitted to me in every way.
Hours passed as I claimed her, dominated her, left her in ruins.
By the time I was finished, she was mine.
And she agreed to my demand.
Josie and Lizzie would tie for first place.
Satisfied, I left her to recover.
That was when I found Lizzie.
She was ready to withdraw.
Convinced she would lose.
Certain Deina's mother would rig the results against her.
I took her chin in my hand, forcing her to meet my gaze. "You have nothing to worry about," I told her. "The contest is already decided."
Her uncertainty wavered.
I smiled.
To make things more interesting, I changed the matchups.
Lizzie would compete alongside Hope.
Josie with Penelope Park.
After all…
I needed to get to know the contestants better.
While walking through the group of contestants, inviting them to join a party, I happened upon Nia, the jellyfish creature. I stopped her in her tracks, sensing something off about her presence. Without a word, I took her by the arm, pulling her aside.
Nia looked at me warily, her posture tense. She tried to make the first move, attempting to turn me to stone with her gaze, but I caught her gaze without flinching, watching her struggle in vain. In a quick, desperate response, she summoned a snake to strike at me, its venomous fangs aimed directly at my neck. I stopped it effortlessly, the air around us charged with a heavy, unspoken challenge.
"Is that really the way you want to play this?" I asked, my voice cool and unwavering.
She hesitated, realizing she couldn't overpower me. Finally, she let down her guard. "I wasn't sent by Malivore," she confessed, her tone laced with urgency. "Triad has my family. They threatened to send them into Malivore if I don't retrieve the objects... and Landon."
I studied her closely, sensing the sincerity in her words. "I'll help you," I offered, my tone firm. "I'll make sure your family is safe. But you owe me for the attempted kills."
Her eyes darkened with the weight of the situation, but after a moment, she nodded. "I'll get them. I'll find them, but you better keep your word."
I gave a small nod and then, sensing her uncertainty, added, "Now, you'll owe me something else too."
Before she could react, I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened in surprise, but I wasn't going to let her slip away again. With a swift motion, I tore her clothes from her body, leaving her exposed in her underwear. Her breath caught in her throat, but she tried to back away, clearly startled by my sudden dominance.
I didn't let her get far. I closed the distance and pressed my lips to hers in a kiss that was forceful but controlled. Her body tensed, but as the kiss deepened, she began to relax into me, her resistance crumbling as she melted in my arms. She wasn't used to this power—this level of control. I took advantage of it.
The sensation of control surged within me, and I guided her body as if it was my own. I could feel every inch of her respond to me, every movement a testament to the power I held over her. The room around us grew heavier, the air thick with the tension that surged between us. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the walls, and the bed creaked under the weight of our movements, the sounds filling the space in an intimate rhythm.
As the encounter drew to its climax, I finally allowed my thoughts to wander for a moment, the haze of pleasure dissipating just enough to think beyond the present. I had felt the weight of the world, and yet the idea of expanding my abilities grew in my mind.
I had the Omnitrix, an item that could unlock the potential of alien DNA. The possibility of transforming into creatures, not just from Ben10's world, but from countless others, made my mind race. Scanning their DNA would allow me to acquire their abilities, but even more enticing was the thought of bringing their species into my world. I could breed them, evolve their abilities beyond their natural limits, making them stronger, more powerful.
I could even add these females to my growing collection, each unique in their own right, their powers ripe for cultivation. It was a long-term plan, but it would only make me more unstoppable.
But for now, Nia remained in my grasp, her body exhausted from the storm of sensations. As I pulled away, I whispered one final instruction. "I'll hold up my end of the bargain. But remember this, Nia—there's always a price to pay."
She nodded silently, still shaken by everything that had transpired.
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