My Family in the Novel?

As Charlotte's blood dripped inside the corpse's mouth, the body wriggled before being encased in a blood-red cocoon.

"Three days, after that, whoever that was will be reborn as a vampire," explained Charlotte.

The doll simply nodded in response. Holding hands again, this time they walked towards the darkness once more and found themselves inside another room.

However, this time there was a small circular table in front with two chairs, and a board game was set up in the center.

"Chess?" Charlotte realized what it was as they got closer. The doll took her seat, placing a few books on top of her chair, and gestured for Charlotte to sit.

"Are we going to play?" asked Charlotte nervously.

"Yes... I'm bored" explained the doll.

Suddenly, as the doll and Charlotte were about to begin their game, a golden portal materialized out of nowhere near them. The doll initially warred with caution, sensing the divine essence emanating from the portal. However, upon closer inspection, she recognized the unique signature, identifying the visitor.

"Oh my? Nyarla, are you playing without inviting me again?"

Nyarla felt a twinge of annoyance at Loki's nonchalant entrance. Although they had only recently encountered each other in their true forms, she begrudgingly accepted his casual demeanor. Loki's importance to their overarching plans meant allowances needed to be made, even for his peculiar personality.

"Don't speak my true name, Loki; you'll kill the mortal," Nyarla warned with a stern expression, her eyes narrowing at the mischievous god.

"Oops, sorry," Loki responded nonchalantly, casting a sidelong glance at Charlotte. Her body bore the unmistakable marks of an intense ordeal, as if it had been subjected to a grinding force of immense power. Despite the severity of the situation, Loki wore a smirk, seemingly amused by the chaos he had caused. Fortunately, Charlotte's vampiric nature allowed her wounds to heal rapidly, but the encounter with a god had taken a toll on her soul, leaving her in an unconscious state.

Nyarla swiped her hands gracefully, and an inky darkness enveloped the unconscious Charlotte, concealing her from the prying eyes of the gods. Loki, ever the mischievous deity, responded to Nyarla's inquiry with a playful jest.

"Where did you take her?" Loki questioned

"Back to bed"

"Hmm? I was hoping the three of us could play together" Loki added, his voice laced with jest despite being fully aware that Charlotte was now in a state of induced slumber, courtesy of his divine interference. Loki swiftly claimed the vacant seat at the chessboard, ready for another celestial game.

"Let's play instead, and who knows, you might beat me this time" Loki suggested, his eyes glinting with mischief as he made the first move on the intricately carved board, setting the stage for their celestial duel.

Unperturbed by Loki's whimsical demeanor, Nyarla made her move on the chessboard, her focus on the celestial game not waning even in the presence of Loki's playful antics. As their pieces clashed in an otherworldly battle of strategy, Nyarla couldn't help but inquire about the progress of their overarching plan.

"Is the plan going well?" Nyarla questioned, her voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of concern and determination.

"Yes~"

Loki responded with a playful hum, his eyes glinting mischievously as he continued to sing while making his moves on the chessboard.

"Oh, and Fenrir wanted to join the fun as well."

Nyarla's expression remained unreadable, but a hint of satisfaction lingered in her eyes at the mention of Fenrir's involvement.

"That's even better" she remarked, acknowledging the added layer of complexity Fenrir would bring to their intricate cosmic scheme.

….

After the very enjoyable dinner, Meralda tried her best to block Elaniel from sticking close to me, but she couldn't do anything as Elaniel was way stronger than her. Right now, the three of us were walking around the castle on the way to Elaniel's room. She said she had something prepared for me.

I was curious about what it was, but Elaniel didn't tell me even when I asked her. She kept saying that it was a surprise.

As we approached the room, Elaniel's hands moved gracefully in a series of intricate gestures. Upon entering, a distinct banging sound echoed through the air. Outside, Meralda was attempting to enter, but an imperceptible barrier seemed to repel her efforts.

"Did you create this barrier?" I inquired of Elaniel.

"Yes, Father. It's to ensure she doesn't disrupt what I have prepared for you" Elaniel explained, her smile carrying a hint of mischief.

Elaniel gracefully shut the door, effectively leaving Meralda on the outside. As we proceeded further into the room, my attention was captivated not by the lavish bed but by the breathtaking sight of the alluring blonde elf lounging upon it.

In a moment, I recognized her – "Elowyn?" I whispered, caught off guard by the unexpected encounter.

Elowyn, draped in a seductive white lingerie ensemble that accentuated her elven allure, slowly raised her gaze to meet mine. Her enchanting mismatched eyes, one a captivating shade of green and the other a mesmerizing violet, mirrored a mix of surprise and vulnerability. Tears delicately traced down her face, resembling the allure of a carefully wrapped gift adorned with a crimson ribbon.

In the midst of the unfolding scene, Elaniel, with a hint of mischief in her expression, posed the question, "So, how do you like it, Father?" Her words held a teasing undertone, as if presenting an intriguing surprise that would unravel further.

In measured steps, Elaniel gracefully approached the bed where Elowyn lay, her expression a curious blend of fascination and amusement.

Despite Elowyn's muffled cries and attempts to convey a warning, a gag securely confined her words to incoherent sounds. It was apparent that she sought to communicate some urgency, her eyes wide with a plea that transcended the barriers of her restrained voice.

Elaniel, undeterred by Elowyn's attempts to signal distress, circled the bed with an air of calculated confidence, Elowyn's eyes followed Elaniel while also looking at me with an unspoken plea for understanding and intervention.

Elaniel's touch upon Elowyn's face sent a shiver through her, her restrained struggles emphasizing her vulnerability. With deliberate precision, Elaniel circled behind Elowyn, her hands descending to explore the contours of her ample breasts.

"Mph"

A soft, involuntary gasp escaped Elowyn's lips as Elaniel's touch ventured further, tracing a tantalizing path down her stomach and eventually reaching the most intimate parts of her being. Elowyn's closed legs were forcibly opened, laying bare her vulnerability, while Elaniel provocatively whispered in her ears.

"Come on, father" Elaniel coaxed, her voice a sultry invitation that hung in the charged air. "She's yours," she declared, her tongue sensually trailing along the shell of Elowyn's ear, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

Elowyn gazed at me with an innocent expression, her eyes pleading for understanding. However, the sudden emergence of a dark, swirling smoke from Elaniel's hand shifted the atmosphere in an unexpected direction.

The mysterious smoke enveloped Elowyn, and in an instant, her demeanor underwent a drastic transformation. The innocence in her eyes gave way to an intense, alluring look, filled with desire and a primal heat that seemed to radiate from within.

Her eyes, once pleading, now held an unmistakable allure, as if she were a seductress captivated by an irresistible force. Hearts practically shimmered in her gaze, a manifestation of the newfound lust that had taken hold of her.

The room crackled with a charged energy, and I found myself caught in the web of unforeseen consequences brought forth by Elaniel's dark manipulation, even I was getting slightly hot as I also smelled the black smoke that Elaniel spread in the air.

Uncertainty and a gulp marked my reaction, as I grappled with the realization that Elowyn's transformation was beyond her control, a puppet to Elaniel's dark enchantment. The atmosphere hung heavy with a mixture of tension and desire, leaving me unsure of how to navigate this unexpected turn of events.

….

"We really came here, huh? Fuck... Are you sure about this, Tristan?"

"Yes."

"And you even broke the barrier. Damn, we're here anyway. Might as well finish what we came for."

Tristan and Alex found themselves outside Adrian's room, a moment of hesitation hanging in the air. They had cautiously navigated through the eyes of students and faculty, ensuring their presence went unnoticed.

Now, faced with the barrier magic sealing Adrian's room, it became apparent that the space was under investigation. Despite the magical barrier, Tristan effortlessly sliced it open, allowing them access to the room. The decision to enter, however, lingered as a weighty choice between curiosity and potential consequences.

And just as Tristan raised his hand to knock on the door, they were taken aback when the door swung open with a subtle clicking sound.

Their eyes widened in surprise as they were greeted by the sight of a beautiful maid with flowing black hair and captivating golden eyes.

"Hmm? Aren't you two young master Adrian's friends? What brings you here?" The maid, Analise, began to question "I was pretty sure the principal put a barrier in place—" but her words trailed off as she noticed the broken barrier behind them.

Alex, trying to maintain a nonchalant demeanor, let out a nervous laugh.

"Hahaha, sorry about that, miss maid. We just came to visit Adrian and got a bit concerned when we saw the barrier. We didn't mean to cause any trouble"

"Oh, but if you're looking for the young master he isn't around right now"

"What do you mean? Where is he then?" asked Tristan in a somewhat frustrated voice.

As Analise tried to offer an explanation, a voice cut through the air, interrupting her delicate explanation.

"Analise, what's going on?" The familiar voice belonged to Aria, Adrian's little sister. The surprise on both Alex and Tristan's faces was evident as they hadn't anticipated her presence in the room.

"Tristan and Alex? What are you two doing here?" Aria questioned, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. Alex, still trying to maintain a lighthearted demeanor, responded with a bit of confusion. They were there looking for Adrian, but Aria's presence added another layer of complexity to the situation.

"We were looking for Adrian… What are you doing here?" Alex inquired. While it was natural for Adrian's servant, Analise, to be near his room, Aria's unexpected presence was a puzzle.

Despite being Adrian's sister, the fact that she had her own dorm room made her appearance in this particular room intriguing.

"The principal gave me permission to use this room as my brother is away at the moment," Aria explained.

"Where is Adrian? And have you seen Louise?" Tristan questioned, his voice reflecting the exhaustion of his desperate search.

"I can't tell you where Adrian is right now, due to private family matters, and as for Louise, no, I haven't seen her."

Tristan could only sigh, weariness evident in his demeanor. Despite all his efforts over the past few days to find out the whereabouts of Adrian and Louise, the visit to Adrian's room yielded no concrete answers. Aria's response left him with a sense of frustration, as it seemed his pursuit had hit a dead end.

Even though Aria mentioned Adrian's absence was due to family matters, Tristan couldn't shake the feeling that Adrian and Louise's sudden disappearance was somehow connected. The mystery surrounding their whereabouts lingered, casting a shadow over Tristan's efforts.

"Tristan, you should get some rest," Aria suggested, concern evident in her eyes as she looked at Tristan.

A faint smile played on Tristan's lips as he acknowledged her concern. The weariness from the relentless search for his friends was taking its toll, and he himself can't deny it now.