My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Ezra sat in the chair by Olivia's bedside, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped tightly together.

His Aura roved the surrounding area like a sentry after an attack. He was on high alert and couldn't afford to trust anyone not of the Matten coven.

He hadn't expected the attacker to be Duke, a highly respected commander in the Monarchy's Crossroad forces but he should have. This was on him.

He sat there, his attention never leaving Olivia, the soul bond like a glowing thread burnt into his mind.

When he'd heard that she'd gone missing, it was like the world had shrunk into a path of just finding her. He couldn't lose anyone else. Not again.

Everything just kept playing in his mind over and over, like a loop of anger and relief at the same time.

He'd been able to convince Red to get some rest and while she'd been reluctant to leave, he'd assured her that nothing would happen.

And that was how he found himself in the silence of the room, alone.

Hours passed, but Ezra didn't even notice. To him, it was as if the world stopped.

Then, there was movement.

His eyes snapped to Olivia as her eyelids fluttered open. Relief flooded through him, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to breathe.

"Olivia." He said softly, leaning forward. "You're awake."

Her gaze was unfocused for a moment before she finally focused on him. She smiled weakly at the sight of him.

"Ezra." She whispered, her voice hoarse. "You look terrible."

He laughed, the sound low and filled with emotion. "You're one to talk. How do you feel?"

She shifted slightly, her hand moving to rest on her belly. "Better. I can feel my vitality again."

Ezra's shoulders sagged with relief. "Good. You had me worried."

Her smile widened slightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

"You have nothing to apologize for." He said softly, his hand moving to grip her. "What happened wasn't your fault."

"Yeah." She nodded faintly. She exhaled.

"What's wrong?" Ezra asked, instantly alert.

"Nothing." Olivia said quickly. "It's just… I had a vision."

"A vision?"

"Yes." She said, her voice gaining strength. "It wasn't like a dream. It felt real, like something was showing me the truth. About our child."

Ezra exhaled in relief. It wasn't anything serious. A small smile appeared on his face. "The child is already special, Olivia. That's not news."

She shook her head, her eyes locking onto his. "No, Ezra. This is different."

"The vision… I saw that our child will be more than just a child born of vampire parents. He'll be great. He'll be special in ways we can't even comprehend."

"He?" Ezra chuckled. "I thought we agreed not to check the child's gender before they were born."

"I saw it, Ezra." Olivia whispered. "I saw our child."

Ezra's smile faded slightly. "What do you mean?"

Olivia's hand tightened over her belly. "I saw him saving the abyss."

He blinked, taken aback. "The abyss? Olivia, that doesn't make any sense. What does that even mean?"

"I don't know." She admitted, her voice soft. "But I felt it. It wasn't just an image. It was a certainty, a truth that was placed inside me. Our child will be more than we ever imagined."

Ezra leaned back slightly, his mind working on what he just heard.

He wanted to dismiss it as the side effects of the toxin, a trick played on her mind by her weakened state. But there was a conviction in her voice, an unshakable belief that made it impossible to ignore.

"The abyss." He repeated, his voice quiet. "That's… a lot to take in."

"I know." Olivia said, her gaze softening. "But I believe it. And I think you do too."

He didn't respond immediately, his thoughts churning.

Finally, he sighed, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "If what you saw is true, then… our child is even more special than we thought."

"He's a gift, Ezra." Olivia said, her other hand moving to rest over his. "And we have to do everything we can to protect him. To prepare him for his destiny."

Ezra nodded. "We will. No matter what it takes, we'll protect him."

The two sat in silence for a moment, their hands entwined. Olivia might've dropped something new for them to consider but it also brought a sense of purpose.

Whatever the future held for the Matten Coven, they'd face it together and as always, come out on top.

"Ezra." Olivia said softly, breaking the silence. "Thank you."

He looked at her, his brows furrowing. "For what?"

"For always being here. For always fighting for us."

He smiled faintly, lifting her hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "I'll always fight for you. For our family."

Olivia's eyes were filled with love as she smiled at him, her fingers tightening around his. "I know. And for that, thank you."

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Tom was having the time of his life.

Six months ago, he'd been a nobody. Then, it had happened to him too.

An awakening.

He had awakened as a mutant and gained the ability to see ghosts. Well, he wouldn't exactly call them ghosts. More like remnants or imprints that the dead had left behind. They weren't fully alive, but they weren't completely gone either.

He could interact with them, find out secrets and best of all, consume them to make himself more powerful.

And that was exactly what he had spent the last few months doing. It was also what was sending him to a small town in the middle of nowhere called the Crossroads.

"There it is." His girlfriend who was behind the wheel of the car, glanced at him with a grin. Up ahead and shining in the night were the lights from the Crossroads.

They were almost there.

"You ready for this?" She asked.

He shrugged with a smile. "As ready as I'll ever be. You know how these things go."

She laughed softly. "Exorcisms aren't exactly my idea of a fun night out, but here we are."

He chuckled, his gaze drifting out the window.

This was his way of making money and growing powerful at the same time.

With the changes in the world, people have become more superstitious. He didn't know if the changes had brought the ghosts or they'd always been there but that didn't matter to him.

All he wanted to do was profit.

Just as the car passed a patch of road surrounded by trees, he felt it.

A violent chill crept up his spine, and his body shuddered like he was having a seizure. This wasn't the usual cold associated with remnants. This was something else entirely. It burned with a killing intent so sharp it felt like a blade against his skin.

"Stop the car!" He shouted, his voice tight with panic.

His girlfriend swerved in shock, the hover car veering off the road and coming to an abrupt stop inches away from a tree.

The force threw them forward slightly, and she turned to him, her eyes wide. "What the hell was that?"

He was breathing heavily, his eyes wide with fear. "I felt it." He whispered. "A ghost. A powerful one."

"But… I couldn't see it."

She frowned, glancing out at the dark road. "Are you sure? You've never missed one before."

"I'm sure." He said, his hands gripping the edges of his seat. "Whatever that was… it's not like anything I've felt before."

"It's not a ghost. It's an evil spirit."

"And it's heading to the Crossroads." Stay connected through empire