If you crave thrilling battles, dark mysteries, and steamy 18+ scenes that push boundaries, this tale will keep you hooked till the very end.
Vera Sokolova stepped out of the house, the door clicking softly behind her. Daisy lay silently in the corner of her bed, her body curled up like a fragile petal. At some point, without even realizing, her eyes began to close—she was just so tired. An eerie stillness filled the room. Outside, the snow kept falling in a quiet hush, but Daisy noticed nothing. She had slipped into a heavy, dreamless slumber. As if the world beyond her window no longer existed... or perhaps, something was watching her from within the silence.
Suddenly, a loud, jarring noise echoed in Daisy's ears. But Daisy didn't move.
She brushed it off as her imagination, just another trick of her tired mind. "I must be hearing things again," she whispered to herself, her eyes still closed, her body refusing to wake from its daze.
Daisy had no idea how long she had slept.
It was almost evening now, and strangely, Miss Sokolova hadn't come to call her today. That felt unusual… almost too quiet.
Daisy sat up slowly.
Today, she felt a little less tired than usual. But a question lingered in her mind—Where did Miss Sokolova go? Why didn't Miss Sokolova come to see me today? Did she find the herbal medicine she spoke of?
Where is she now…? The silence in the house felt heavier than usual.
"Miss… where are you?" Daisy called out softly, stepping out of her room.
Mila Golubev had been wanting to visit Daisy these past few days. She truly did. But she couldn't.
Something had kept her away—something serious. She was involved in a critical operation, one she couldn't leave, no matter how much she wanted to.
Something dark has entered this place—something not human.
Mila and her team have been working day and night, chasing these shadows. Creatures not of this world. Evil forces that slip through cracks unseen.
They're trying to stop them… before it's too late.
But today, for some reason, Daisy keeps coming to Mila's mind—again and again.
A strange heaviness sits in her chest. It feels like something's wrong.
As if Daisy is in danger
In the meantime, Mila has already lost many of her team members.
These demons… they are powerful—far more than anyone had expected. Cunning, ruthless, and nearly impossible to track. Each step closer to them feels like walking deeper into a trap.
Those demons… they haven't reached Daisy yet, have they? Oh Daisy my child, are you okay? Those demons haven't harmed you in any way, have they?
I will come to you soon, Daisy—very soon. Just hold on a little longer. Suddenly, a loud, terrifying noise shattered the silence. Mila was thrown back, stumbling several steps away. The demons had arrived.
Mila was hit hard again and again. Her body was bruised and bleeding, with deep cuts that burned like fire.
Her clothes were torn, soaked in blood. Every move brought sharp pain, but she kept fighting, her hands shaking but her will strong.
Not far away, her master lay broken and hurt, barely able to move.
The air was thick with the sound of growls and screams. The demons showed no mercy—tearing, biting, and clawing with wild fury. It was a battle of survival, fierce and violent, where only the strongest could hope to live.
Mila forced herself up, pain shooting through every inch of her battered body. Clutching her master tightly, she began dragging him toward a safer place, But then her master's voice broke through the chaos, weak but urgent.
"My time is over, Mila…" he gasped, blood dripping from his cracked lips.
Her master weakly pressed a small, crumpled piece of paper into Mila's trembling hand.
"Run, Mila… please run," he whispered, his voice fading.
"My time is over, but you… you must finish what I couldn't. You are the last hope."
Tears welled up in Mila's eyes as she looked down at him—his strength fading, his final words burning deep into her heart.
With a heavy breath, she nodded, clutching the paper tightly, knowing she had to carry the burden alone now.
Suddenly, Mila heard a terrifying, inhuman roar.
Before she could react, her master shoved her hard—
"Run!" he shouted.
She was thrown far, hitting the cold, blood-soaked ground.
Dazed and gasping, Mila turned her head—
and what she saw froze her blood. Those monsters… they were already on him.
Tearing into him like rabid beasts.
Ripping flesh. Shredding bone. His screams echoed through the night—raw, agonizing, and final.
Mila couldn't move.
She couldn't breathe.
Her master… was being ripped apart right before her eyes.
And she was powerless to stop it.
Mila ran.
She didn't look back.
Couldn't. The snow beneath her feet was stained red,
but she kept running—heart pounding, breath ragged, tears blinding her eyes. It felt like her chest was being crushed. A hollow ache swallowed her whole. He was gone— and she hadn't even been able to say goodbye.
Meanwhile, Daisy couldn't find anyone in the entire house. She called out softly,
"Miss Sokolova?" No answer.
Suddenly, a noise came from the kitchen.
Daisy's heart skipped a beat.
Slowly, cautiously, she walked toward the kitchen.
Each step echoed in the silent hallway.
As she reached the doorway and looked inside—
her eyes widened.
She froze.
What she saw… she couldn't believe.
The kitchen floor...
was covered in dark red. Miss Sokolova was standing in the middle of the blood—
barefoot, calm, and eerily silent. Miss Sokolova was drinking blood. Daisy froze. Her breath caught in her throat.
This wasn't a nightmare. This was real. Miss Sokolova slowly turned her head,
her eyes glowing faintly—unhuman.
A smile played on her lips, calm yet terrifying. The woman who had cared for her…
was now standing ankle-deep in blood,
and humming softly to herself.
Daisy, terrified, turned and ran. She stumbled into her room, slammed the door shut,
and locked it with trembling hands. Heavy footsteps approached—slow, deliberate. Then came the knock.
Not gentle. Not questioning. But loud, urgent, and inhumanly strong.
The door shook under the force.
Miss Sokolova was on the other side.
Her voice, calm and chilling, seeped through the wood:
"Daisy… open the door, dear.
Daisy backed away,
pressing her hands over her ears,
but she couldn't unhear it. After several relentless bangs on the door, everything suddenly fell silent. Daisy stood frozen, her breath shallow.
The quiet was more terrifying than the noise. She didn't even blink.
All she could do was listen...
and pray that whatever stood beyond that door
was truly gone. Daisy saw the shadow beside the door slowly disappear.
Miss Sokolova had walked away. Who… or what… had Miss Sokolova become? was she truly gone?
Daisy saw Miss Sokolova from the window—
trying to come in. Her pale face pressed against the glass,
her eyes—no longer kind—now gleamed red with hunger.
Her mouth twisted into a chilling smile. Daisy froze. Her hands and legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
She couldn't scream.
She couldn't move. as the woman who once called her "child"…
slowly dragged her nails down the glass,
leaving behind streaks of something that looked like blood.
Miss Sokolova was no longer human.
And Daisy…
was no longer safe.