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Eternal Hunt Chapter Four: Whispers of the Bloodstone

High above the chaos, Dominic Laurent stood in his opulent penthouse, a sanctuary of wealth and malice. Relics and stolen artifacts adorned the room, a testament to centuries of calculated ruthlessness. His piercing gaze rested on an ancient parchment spread across a marble table. It detailed the legend of the Bloodstone Relic, a mythical artifact said to grant dominion over life and death itself.

Dominic’s fingers traced the faded illustration of the crimson stone, the edges of his mouth curving into a dangerous smile. “This isn’t just power,” he murmured to his lieutenant, his voice carrying a mix of awe and greed. “It’s everything. The culmination of centuries of planning.”

The lieutenant hesitated, knowing the cost of disappointing Dominic. “Our men are searching, but there’s an issue. The informant escaped before revealing the relic’s location.” Dominic’s fist slammed onto the table, rattling the priceless artifacts. His calm veneer fractured, revealing the fury simmering beneath.


“Find him. Kill anyone in your way. And make sure she doesn’t get there first,” he ordered, his tone as sharp as broken glass. The lieutenant bowed and left, the heavy weight of his failure trailing behind him. Dominic returned his attention to the parchment, his mind already weaving strategies. The Bloodstone was closer than ever, and he wouldn’t let anyone—human or vampire—stand in his way.

In Manhattan

The detectives huddled in their cluttered office, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and ink. Maps, photos, and documents covered every surface, a growing collage of Dominic’s tangled web. “Dominic’s been raiding libraries, museums, private collections—anything connected to this artifact.” Han said, holding up a photocopy of a weathered text.

“The Bloodstone Relic.” Seungmin read aloud, his eyes narrowing as he scanned his laptop screen. “Supposedly, it’s ancient, powerful, and—oh yeah—might not even exist.” Han quipped, his tone lighter than the gravity of their discussion. Hyunjin leaned against the table, arms crossed. “If it’s just a myth, why would Dominic burn places to the ground for it?” “Maybe it’s real,” Felix said quietly, his gaze fixed on Dominic’s photo pinned to the evidence board.

Chan nodded, his jaw tightening. “If it’s real, we need to know why it’s so important—and how far Dominic’s willing to go to get it. Because whatever this relic is, it’s worth more to him than anything else.”

An Alley in the City

Y/N drove her dagger into the chest of one of Dominic’s enforcers. His body crumpled, joining the others she had dispatched moments earlier. The faint metallic scent of blood hung in the air, mingling with the damp, rotting stench of the alley. The informant cowered behind a dumpster, clutching a leather satchel as though it could shield him. His face was pale, his hands trembling.


“P-please,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know what you want!” Y/N’s crimson eyes gleamed in the dim light, her patience running thin. “Tell me about the Bloodstone,” she demanded, her tone brooking no argument. Terrified, the man fumbled with the satchel and opened it, revealing a fragment of an old map.

The parchment was yellowed with age, its edges frayed. “This is all I managed to take before they found me,” he said, his voice quaking. Y/N snatched the map and scanned the faded lines and symbols. Her eyes stopped on a marked location deep in the heart of an abandoned industrial district.

“They say the relic is waking up,” the informant whispered, as if speaking louder might summon it. “That it’s drawing people to it—like it has a will of its own.” Y/N’s grip tightened on the map. If the relic was stirring, time was running out—for her, the detectives, and anyone caught in Dominic’s path. She cast one final glance at the informant.

“Stay hidden. If they find you again, you’re dead.” With that, she vanished into the night.

The Detectives’ Office

Minho’s phone pinged with an alert. He scanned the screen, his expression hardening. “We have movement,” he said, drawing the team’s attention. “Dominic’s men were spotted in the industrial district. They’re hunting something—or someone.”

“What’s the location?” Chan asked, already reaching for his coat.

Minho pulled up a map and pointed to a red-marked area. “Here. But it’s a maze down there. If they’re looking for something specific, it’ll take time.”

“Then we’d better move fast,” Chan said, determination etched into his features. As the team prepared to leave, Seungmin lingered at the evidence board, his sharp eyes flicking between Dominic’s photo and a grainy surveillance image of Y/N. Her crimson eyes seemed to stare back at him, challenging him to decipher her motives.“What’s your angle, lady?” he muttered under his breath. “And why does it feel like you’re leading us into something we’re not ready for?”

Industrial District

Rain fell in heavy sheets, turning the industrial district into a maze of slick pavement and puddles. Y/N stood on the rooftop of an old warehouse, the map fragment clutched tightly in her hand. Below, Dominic’s men swarmed through the crumbling buildings, their flashlights slicing through the darkness like probing eyes. Her crimson eyes narrowed as she observed their frantic movements. She was close—closer than she’d been in decades.

The whispers of the Bloodstone seemed louder here, an almost tangible pulse that resonated in her chest.

“This ends where it all began,” she murmured, rain dripping from her hair as her grip on the map tightened. “The Bloodstone is mine. And Dominic... your time is up.” The storm grew heavier, the thunder masking her movements as she melted into the shadows, her crimson gaze the only sign of her presence.

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Eternal Hunt Chapter Three: Into The Abyss

The city was restless, the cold wind carrying the echoes of sirens and distant footsteps. Beneath its bustling facade, secrets festered in the shadows. Y/N moved through the labyrinth of dark alleys and abandoned streets, her senses on high alert. The faint hum of the city surrounded her, masking the footsteps trailing her. Dominic’s men were closing in; she could feel their presence like a storm pressing against her back.

Slipping into an abandoned subway tunnel, her boots echoed faintly against the concrete. The flickering glow of a broken light illuminated her path, casting eerie shadows that twisted and shifted in the corners of her vision. The air down here was heavy, metallic, carrying the faint stench of decay that no city cleanup crew could ever reach.

She tightened her grip on the dagger at her side, its weight a comforting reminder of her resolve. “They never learn,” she muttered, her voice low but bitter.

She stopped abruptly, her crimson eyes scanning the darkness ahead. The stillness felt wrong. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the tension of being watched. Slowly, she turned, her instincts screaming. “You can come out now,” she called, her voice calm but laced with steel.

A low chuckle echoed through the tunnel, followed by the appearance of two men dressed in Dominic’s signature black suits. Their faces were gaunt, their hollow eyes betraying the effects of whatever blood bond they shared with Dominic. “You’ve been a thorn in his side for too long,” one of them said, stepping forward with a sneer. “And you’ve been his puppets for even longer,” Y/N replied coldly. The tension snapped like a wire pulled too tight.

Without warning, they lunged at her, their movements sharp and aggressive, but Y/N was faster. Her figure blurred as she sidestepped the first attack, her dagger slicing through the air with lethal precision. The blade gleamed faintly in the dim light, and the first man crumpled, a gurgled cry escaping his lips. The second man hesitated, his confidence wavering as his partner fell.

“You can’t stop him,” he snarled, his voice a desperate mix of defiance and fear.

Y/N’s crimson eyes glinted, her expression unyielding. “Watch me.”

In one swift motion, she closed the distance between them, her dagger finding its mark. The tunnel fell silent once more, save for the soft drip of blood pooling beneath the lifeless bodies. She wiped her blade clean on the hem of one man’s suit, her thoughts racing.

Dominic’s men were getting bolder. Whatever they were hunting, it was significant enough to warrant this level of aggression.

Back at the Office

The detectives gathered in the dimly lit conference room, maps and surveillance footage spread out across the table. A whiteboard stood against the wall, covered in notes and hastily drawn connections between Dominic’s known associates and suspected hideouts. “We’ve got reports of his men spotted in the subway tunnels,” Minho said, tapping a finger on the map. “Here, here, and here.”

“Why the tunnels?” Changbin asked, frowning. “It’s isolated. No witnesses,” Felix suggested. “Or it’s where they think they’ll find her.”

Seungmin added, his tone thoughtful as he reviewed the reports. Chan stood at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the evidence. “Then that’s where we go,” he decided, grabbing his coat.

“Hold on,” Minho said, his voice skeptical. “If she’s already down there, what makes you think she’ll cooperate? She’s not exactly the ‘teamwork’ type.”

Chan paused, his jaw tightening. “She doesn’t have to cooperate. We just need to talk to her. If she knows Dominic’s next move, we can’t afford to waste time.” “And if she’s as dangerous as she looks?”

I.N asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “Then we make sure we’re ready,” Chan replied firmly.

Subway Tunnels

The detectives moved cautiously through the underground labyrinth, their flashlights cutting through the suffocating darkness. The air was damp, the faint scent of mildew mingling with something metallic and faintly sour. Every sound—dripping water, the scurrying of rats, their own footsteps—echoed endlessly, heightening their tension. “This place is a nightmare,” Han muttered, glancing nervously over his shoulder.

“Stay focused,” Chan said, his voice steady, though his own unease was clear in the tightness of his jaw.

As they turned a corner, the beam of Chan’s flashlight landed on a figure standing in the middle of the tunnel. Y/N. She didn’t flinch at the light. Her posture was relaxed, almost casual, but the gleam of her crimson eyes and the faint curve of her lips betrayed her readiness to strike.

“You’re persistent,” she said, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

“We need answers,” Chan replied, stepping forward, his flashlight lowering slightly as he met her gaze. “And you think I’m just going to give them to you?” she asked, one brow arching in mock surprise.

“You want Dominic gone,” Chan said. “So do we. Help us, and we can end this.” Y/N studied him, her expression unreadable. The silence stretched, heavy with tension.

Finally, she smirked, though there was no humor in it. “You’re brave. I’ll give you that. But bravery won’t save you from what’s coming.” “Then show us how to survive,” Chan said, his voice steady.

Her smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of something like respect—or perhaps resignation. “You have no idea what you’re walking into,” she said softly. “But fine. You want my help? Then you follow my lead. No questions, no hesitation.”

The detectives exchanged glances, a mixture of uncertainty and determination passing between them.

“Let’s hope you know what you’re doing,” Y/N said, turning on her heel and disappearing into the darkness.

Closing Scene

As they followed her deeper into the tunnels, a faint hum began to fill the air, like the vibration of something immense stirring just out of reach. The detectives couldn’t shake the feeling that they were descending into the unknown—not just into the depths of the city, but into something far more dangerous and ancient. Behind them, the echoes of their footsteps faded into silence, swallowed by the oppressive shadows.

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Hallowed Grove Chapter Four: Shimmer of What Once Was

Y/N sat perched on a smooth rock near the water, her legs tucked beneath her. The events of the council meeting weighed heavily on her mind, a swirl of half-formed questions she couldn’t quite put into words.

“Am I really the key to this?” she murmured, her fingers tracing the cool edges of a smooth, river-polished stone. The idea felt overwhelming, almost suffocating, as if the weight of the grove itself had been placed squarely on her shoulders.

“Lost in thought again?”

The melodic voice startled her, and she nearly dropped the stone. Looking up, she found Taehyung approaching, his ash-blonde hair catching the sunlight in a way that made him seem almost otherworldly. The easy smile on his lips softened the sharp lines of his face, but Y/N noticed something unspoken behind his eyes.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, his voice light but carrying a depth that tugged at her chest.

She managed a small smile and gestured to the spot beside her. “Go ahead. It’s not like I own the place.”

Taehyung chuckled softly and settled into the grass beside her.

For a moment, they sat in companionable silence, the sound of the waterfall filling the space between them. Y/N stole a glance at him, noticing the way his jaw clenched slightly, the subtle tension in his shoulders.

“What’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice quiet but curious. Taehyung didn’t respond right away. Instead, he plucked a small, glowing flower from the ground, twirling it slowly between his fingers. The delicate petals shimmered faintly, as if holding onto the last light of the day.

“I’ve been feeling… strange since the council meeting,” he finally admitted, his tone softer than she was used to.

Y/N tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. “Strange how?”

He hesitated, his gaze fixed on the flower in his hand as if it held the answers he was searching for. “It’s hard to explain. When you stood with Jin and Namjoon today, I had this... feeling. Like I’d seen you before. But not like this. It was something else—something familiar.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. “You mean back when we met in the forest?”

He shook his head, his ash-blonde hair falling into his eyes. “No. Before that. Before you even came to the grove.”

Her fingers tightened around the stone in her hand, her pulse quickening. She wanted to dismiss his words, to laugh them off as a trick of the mind, but something in the intensity of his gaze stopped her.

“I saw something earlier,” Taehyung continued, his voice dropping to barely a whisper. “A memory, maybe? I don’t know. It was this girl... She had wings, and her laughter sounded like music on the wind. She was beautiful. She felt so real, but when I tried to see her face, it just... disappeared. Like it was never there to begin with.”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest. The image he described tugged at something deep inside her, something she couldn’t quite grasp.

“I’m probably just imagining things,” Taehyung said with a chuckle, though it lacked his usual confidence. He finally looked at her, his sharp eyes softening. “But it feels important, you know? Like it means something.”

Before Y/N could find the words to respond, a voice called out from the distance, shattering the fragile moment.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon’s authoritative tone carried easily over the sound of the waterfall. “We need your opinion on something.”

Taehyung sighed, pushing himself to his feet and brushing the grass from his pants. “Duty calls,” he said with a lopsided grin. Then, turning back to Y/N, his expression grew uncharacteristically serious.

“But if you ever feel like you’ve forgotten something important… don’t ignore it. Sometimes, the things we forget are the things we need most.”

He offered her a two-fingered salute before heading toward Namjoon, leaving Y/N alone with her thoughts.

The late afternoon light began to fade, giving way to twilight. The grove transformed into a dreamlike realm of soft purples and blues. Fireflies appeared one by one, their tiny lights weaving patterns in the gathering darkness.

Y/N remained by the waterfalls, the cool mist clinging to her skin as she closed her eyes. She tried to clear her mind, but the sound of the water seemed to pull her into a memory—one that wasn’t hers, yet felt achingly familiar.

A moonlit beach. The gentle crash of ocean waves. Laughter, warm and free, ringing through the night. She was dancing, though she couldn’t see who she was with. The air was filled with the scent of salt and something sweet.

The image flickered and disappeared as quickly as it had come, leaving Y/N breathless.

Her eyes snapped open, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she pressed a hand to her forehead, trying to steady herself. “What was that?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The grove offered no answer, its secrets buried deep within its shadows.

Y/N stood shakily, the stone she had been holding slipping from her grasp and landing with a soft thud on the ground. She glanced toward the cottages, their warm lights visible through the trees.

Her feet moved on their own, carrying her back toward the comfort of familiarity. But as she walked, one thought kept looping in her mind: What if Taehyung wasn’t imagining things?

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(Sighs) I really don’t like or want to be this person, but have you ever followed someone on Tumblr for a specific series you were reading of theirs, and they haven’t updated or written the next chapter for it in three or four years….?

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Tag Game!!

As we all know I’m not huge on massive threads so here I am making my own little post to respond to (IM SO LATE) the wonderful @kingofbodyrolls who tagged me in this! OG post thread is on their page!!

I did two to make up for being so late!! Yellow is my prefer to reads and reddish pink is my prefer to write’s! This was both hard and easy?? I usually hate to write my favourites XD no clue why but that’s just how my brain is I guess 😂😂

Tagging the wonderful: @remmykinsff @loki-wants-an-army @aft3rhrs @violetsiren90 @katykatmeow and @herarcadewasteland with no pressure of course!

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Eternal Hunt: Chapter Two Into the Shadows

The detectives reconvene in their office, hidden within the heart of Manhattan. The rain from the streets still clings to their jackets. The office is cluttered with case files, evidence boards, and maps. The encounter with Y/N hangs over them. Bang Chan leans against the edge of the desk, dabbing the gash on his forehead with a damp cloth. His mind replaying her words: “I’m the only chance you have of surviving what’s coming.” “So,” Han starts, his voice breaking the silence, “are we just going to pretend that wasn’t completely insane? Because I saw her eyes. And the fangs. The fangs, Chan.” “We all saw them,” Lee Know mutters, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall. “The question is, what is she?” Hyunjin, pacing near the evidence board, points to a grainy photo of Dominic Laurent pinned to the center. “She knows him. Maybe she’s one of his people.” “Doubt it,” Changbin says, cracking his knuckles. “She was taking down his men. If she was working for him, she wouldn’t have helped us.” Seungmin, ever analytical, flips through a notebook filled with psychological profiles. “Whoever she is, she’s clearly not normal. The speed, the strength... There’s no explanation for what we saw tonight.” “Doesn’t matter what she is,” Chan finally says, his voice steady. “What matters is whether she’s a threat—or an ally.” He looks at I.N, who’s been unusually quiet, scribbling something in his notebook. “What do you think, rookie?” I.N glances up, his expression thoughtful. “She’s dangerous. But she didn’t hurt us. She could’ve, easily, but she didn’t.” The room falls silent. Finally, Chan straightens, tossing the bloodied cloth onto the desk. “We’ll keep her on our radar. But Dominic is still our priority. Felix, Hyunjin, I want you to dig into tonight’s incident. Seungmin, work up a profile on her. The rest of you, keep tracking Dominic’s operations. The detectives nod, the tension easing slightly as they return to their tasks.

Meanwhile:

Y/N doesn’t return home. Instead, she finds herself in an abandoned church. Its crumbling walls and shattered stained-glass windows offer her a strange sense of comfort. She lights a single candle, its flickering glow casting long shadows on the cracked wall. Her mind drifts to the detectives. They were skilled, resourceful, and determined, but they were also unprepared for what they were up against. She saw it in their eyes: the confusion, the fear, the disbelief. “They don’t stand a chance,” she mutters, running a finger along the edge of a dagger she keeps at her side.

They were different from the other humans she’d encountered over the decades—more resilient, more united. A faint smile plays on her lips. “Maybe they’ll surprise me.” Her moment of reflection is interrupted by a faint noise—barely audible to human ears. She stiffens, her senses sharpening as she moves silently to the window. In the distance, she spots a figure watching the church. Dominic’s men. Y/N’s crimson eyes flash in the darkness as she grips her dagger. “So, you’ve found me,” she whispers, her voice cold and lethal. She vanishes into the night, ready to confront whoever dares to follow her trail.

Back at the Detectives’ Office:

Felix and Hyunjin return hours later, soaked to the bone but triumphant. “We found something,” Felix announces, tossing a damp file onto the desk.

Hyunjin follows, dropping into a chair with a groan. “Dominic’s men weren’t just out causing trouble tonight. Word is, there’s a new player in town, and Dominic doesn’t like competition. Seungmin frowns, flipping through the file. “A new player? Like her?”

“Maybe,” Felix says. “But it’s more than that. They were hunting.” “Hunting what?” Changbin asks, his tone sharp. Hyunjin exchanges a glance with Felix before answering. “Something not human.” The room falls silent again. Chan steps forward, his expression unreadable. “We need to find her.” “And what if she doesn’t want to be found?” Lee Know asks, his tone cautious. Chan looks at the photo of Dominic on the board, his jaw tightening. “Then we’ll make her come to us.”

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Sorry everyone. I’ve had COVID since Saturday and have been out of commission for a while. It’s been rough. I’m slowly coming back, so I’ll try and have something up tomorrow. Been feeling lots better today.

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@remedyx That’s not weird. I feel like I notice their eyes or hair first, or maybe their smile. But mostly I’m trying to read them and feel out their vibe.

Yunho ♡ Logbook #165

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@remedyx Normally I’m not one to stare at a man’s neck, collarbones, or even Adam's apple. But I can’t stop staring at him and his damn glasses.

Yunho ♡ Logbook #165

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I had so MUCH FUN making this 🤣🥰

Eternal Hunt: Trailer

The screen fades in on a dark, cobbled street, shrouded in fog. A faint drizzle slicks the pavement. The camera pans down to reveal a young woman’s body—Y/N—lying lifeless, blood pooling around her neck.

Voiceover (Y/N’s voice, low and resolute):
“They say the moment you die, your life flashes before your eyes. For me, it was different. My life didn’t end that night... it began.”

The camera slowly pans up, showing her motionless face, pale against the crimson spreading around her. Then—snap. Her eyes fly open, glowing blood-red. Thunder crashes.

Cue the rising hum of tense music. The screen cuts to black, then flickers to life with quick flashes of present-day Y/N: pulling on leather boots, strapping on SOG Fling throwing knives, holstering guns at her sides. She throws on a long, crimson leather coat. Her eyes gleam with determination.

Voiceover (Y/N):
“For over a century, I’ve hunted the monster who made me.”

The music builds into a pounding rhythm. Y/N runs through a shadowy alley, the rain falling in slow motion as she leaps into a crowd of Dominic’s enforcers. The scene explodes into action—she moves with supernatural speed and precision, knives flashing, bodies falling around her. A gunshot echoes as she fires without hesitation. The rain splatters her crimson coat, but she doesn’t stop.

Dominic Laurent (voiceover, mocking):
“You’ve been chasing me for a long time. Do you really think you can stop me, little seamstress?”

The camera cuts to Dominic’s menacing face, cloaked in shadows, his sinister grin framed by dim, golden light. The scene switches to the detectives: Chan barking orders, Hyunjin weaving through a crowd in disguise, Han working furiously at a laptop, Changbin slamming an enforcer against a wall.

Chan (to Y/N, in a dimly lit room):
“Who are you? And why do I feel like you’ve been keeping secrets?”

Y/N leans against the wall, her voice cold and measured.
“Because I have. But if you want to survive, you’ll follow my lead.”

*Scenes flash in quick succession:

* Y/N fighting alongside the detectives, the tension between her and Chan palpable.

* Felix’s face streaked with blood, smiling grimly as he reloads his gun.

* I.N and Seungmin standing over a map, arguing over their next move.

* Dominic watching everything from a skyscraper, his sinister laugh reverberating through the screen.*

Dominic (voiceover):
“You don’t even know what you are, do you?”

The music crescendos. Y/N stands on a rooftop, the wind whipping through her hair as she looks down at the city, her fists clenched. Her voice returns, quiet but firm.
“This isn’t just revenge anymore. It’s war.”

The screen cuts to her charging into a room filled with Dominic’s men, the detectives bursting in behind her. Explosions. Gunfire. Fangs flashing. A fleeting moment of eye contact between her and Chan, charged with unspoken emotion.

Final shot: Y/N facing Dominic in the shadows, her voice steady.
“I will end you.”

The screen cuts to black as the title card fades in:
Eternal Hunt
Coming Soon.

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Present Day: The City That Never Sleeps

From the foggy streets of Victorian London to the neon-lit skyline of New York City. A crack of thunder rumbles across the metropolis, rain streaking down the towering glass buildings. Beneath the surface lies a world of shadows, where the line between predator and prey blurs. Y/N stands on the edge of a high-rise rooftop, her leather coat snapping in the wind. The city stretches out before her, bright and chaotic, a stark contrast to the silent, fog-drenched streets of her old life. Over a century has passed, but her resolve remains unbroken. Time has not healed her wounds; it has only sharpened them. Each year since her turning has been marked by the same relentless pursuit: Dominic Laurent. She’s tracked him through the shifting tides of history, through wars, revolutions, and the rise of modern civilization. And now, after decades of hunting, she’s closer than ever. His influence seeps into every corner of the city, hidden beneath layers of wealth, fear, and corruption. Y/N’s crimson eyes narrow. For months, she’s observed Dominic’s empire from afar. She’s also seen the eight men pursuing him—a team of detectives drawn together by the trail of blood and destruction Dominic leaves behind. Though she works alone, she knows their paths will cross sooner or later. A crack of lightning splits the sky, illuminating the streets below. She adjusts the collar of her coat and steps off the rooftop, landing silently in the alley below. The sharp scent of blood fills her senses, drawing her attention. Her ears pick up the distant sounds of a fight. Without hesitation, she follows the sounds to a narrow side street, dimly lit by a flickering streetlamp. The rain slicks the pavement, reflecting the red and blue of distant sirens. Y/N steps into the shadows just in time to witness the chaos unfolding. Dominic’s enforcers—a group of burly men clad in dark suits—are engaged in a brutal fight with the detectives she’s been watching. Bang Chan, their leader, stands firm despite a gash on his forehead. Felix and Hyunjin work together to subdue one attacker, while Seungmin pulls a struggling informant away from the chaos. The fight is brutal, but Dominic’s men are relentless. Y/N steps forward, her presence commanding. With inhuman speed and strength, she takes down the enforcers, leaving the detectives stunned. As the last enemy falls, she turns to them, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dark. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with,” she says, her voice low and menacing. “But if you want to survive, you’ll stay out of my way.” The detectives exchange glances, torn between suspicion and gratitude. Bang Chan steps forward. “And who are you?” Y/N smirks, her fangs briefly visible in the dim light. “Someone who’s been hunting this monster longer than you’ve been alive.” “Monster?” I.N echoes, his voice tinged with confusion and curiosity. Y/N’s gaze flicks to him, her expression softening slightly. “Dominic Laurent. The man you’re after.” “How do you know him?” Felix asks. Y/N’s smile fades, replaced by a grim seriousness. “Because he’s the reason I am what I am.” The detectives exchange uneasy glances. “And what are you, exactly?” Seungmin asks, his calm voice laced with suspicion. Y/N doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she steps closer to Chan, her movements slow and deliberate. She locks eyes with him. “I’m the only chance you have of surviving what’s coming.” The silence stretches, heavy with tension. Finally, Chan nods, his sharp eyes never leaving hers. “Then it looks like we’ll need to have a little chat.” Y/N tilts her head, her smirk returning. “Just try to keep up, detective.” Before they can respond, she vanishes into the shadows, leaving behind only the faint echo of her footsteps and the unsettling memory of her glowing eyes. The detectives stand in silence for a moment. “What the hell just happened?” Han mutters. Chan wipes the blood from his forehead, his expression unreadable. “I think we just met someone who knows Dominic better than we do.”

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Chapter Three: The Council Assembles

The next morning was quiet, as I walked through the village with Jin. We reached the clearing where I had first seen Namjoon. Now, it was transformed. A circular platform of stone stood at the center, surrounded by flowing waterfalls that shimmered with a faint glow. Around the platform, figures began to gather. Hoseok and Namjoon stood near the edge, deep in conversation. As Jin and I approached, a group of others emerged from the forest. The first was a man with shimmering mint-teal hair, adorned with small flowers that seemed to grow naturally from his locks. His sharp, feline-like eyes scanned the clearing with a bored expression. “Yoongi,” Jin greeted with a nod. Yoongi glanced at me briefly, his gaze cool and assessing, before turning back to Jin. “This is Y/N. She’s—” “The human,” Yoongi interrupted. “Yeah, I heard.” Before I could respond, another figure stepped forward. His ash-blonde hair glinted in the sunlight, and his mischievous grin was impossible to miss. “Y/N, we meet again,” Taehyung said, bowing slightly. “Again?” Yoongi arched a brow, his smirk growing. “She appeared before Hoseok, but I met her shortly after,” Taehyung explained, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt my cheeks heat under his gaze. “It’s nice to see you too, Tae,” I managed to say, trying to sound composed. More figures arrived, each commanding attention in their own way. Jungkook, was striking with his long raspberry-red hair and quiet intensity. Jimin followed closely behind, his blonde hair streaked with soft hues of pink, purple, and blue. They greeted Hoseok and Namjoon with quiet nods before joining the growing circle. The air shifted suddenly, a new presence making itself known. From the edge of the clearing, a figure emerged. His hair black as night, and his long coat flowed behind him as he strode confidently forward. The tension in the clearing thickened immediately. “Captain Kim Hongjoong,” Namjoon said, his voice steady but guarded. Hongjoong smiled, a flash of sharp white teeth visible beneath his lips. “It’s been far too long, Namjoon. And I see you’ve brought... company.” His gaze landed on me, and I felt as though he could see straight through me. “You’re the human,” Hongjoong said, his tone intrigued. He stepped closer, his movements fluid and almost predatory. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I nodded stiffly, unsure of what to say. Namjoon stepped slightly in front of me, his protective stance clear. “We’re here to discuss the war, Hongjoong. Not to indulge your curiosity.” “Of course,” Hongjoong said smoothly, though his eyes lingered on me a moment longer before shifting to Namjoon. The fairies and mermen tensed visibly at their presence, the divide between them and the vampires palpable. The council was assembled, but it was clear that trust was in short supply. Namjoon raised his trident, its golden surface gleaming. “We are here because the grove demands it. Ragnor’s power grows stronger by the day, and we cannot fight him divided.” His gaze sweeping over the group. “This is our last chance to unite. If we don’t, Ragnor will destroy not just the grove, but everything beyond it.” For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air. Then Hongjoong’s voice cut through it like a knife. “Unity is a noble goal,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. “But let’s not pretend it will come easily. Especially when some of us are barely tolerated.” His words hung in the air, challenging, daring anyone to respond. Hoseok stepped forward. “Arguing won’t get us anywhere,” Hoseok said, his voice calm but firm. “We’re here to find a solution, not to reopen old wounds.” Hongjoong smiled faintly, his gaze flicking to me once more. “Perhaps the human will be the key to that solution.” I felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, and for the first time since arriving in the grove, I wondered if I was truly ready for what lay ahead.

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Eternal Hunt

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Eternal Hunt is an original work written by mleighd94. Unauthorized use or reposting of this story on any other platform besides Tumblr not under the username (mleighd94)is plagiarism and will not be tolerated.

[mleighd94]

Present Day: The City That Never Sleeps

From the foggy streets of Victorian London to the neon-lit skyline of New York City. A crack of thunder rumbles across the metropolis, rain streaking down the towering glass buildings. Beneath the surface lies a world of shadows, where the line between predator and prey blurs. Y/N stands on the edge of a high-rise rooftop, her leather coat snapping in the wind. The city stretches out before her, bright and chaotic, a stark contrast to the silent, fog-drenched streets of her old life. Over a century has passed, but her resolve remains unbroken. Time has not healed her wounds; it has only sharpened them. Each year since her turning has been marked by the same relentless pursuit: Dominic Laurent. She’s tracked him through the shifting tides of history, through wars, revolutions, and the rise of modern civilization. And now, after decades of hunting, she’s closer than ever. His influence seeps into every corner of the city, hidden beneath layers of wealth, fear, and corruption. Y/N’s crimson eyes narrow. For months, she’s observed Dominic’s empire from afar. She’s also seen the eight men pursuing him—a team of detectives drawn together by the trail of blood and destruction Dominic leaves behind. Though she works alone, she knows their paths will cross sooner or later. A crack of lightning splits the sky, illuminating the streets below. She adjusts the collar of her coat and steps off the rooftop, landing silently in the alley below. The sharp scent of blood fills her senses, drawing her attention. Her ears pick up the distant sounds of a fight. Without hesitation, she follows the sounds to a narrow side street, dimly lit by a flickering streetlamp. The rain slicks the pavement, reflecting the red and blue of distant sirens. Y/N steps into the shadows just in time to witness the chaos unfolding. Dominic’s enforcers—a group of burly men clad in dark suits—are engaged in a brutal fight with the detectives she’s been watching. Bang Chan, their leader, stands firm despite a gash on his forehead. Felix and Hyunjin work together to subdue one attacker, while Seungmin pulls a struggling informant away from the chaos. The fight is brutal, but Dominic’s men are relentless. Y/N steps forward, her presence commanding. With inhuman speed and strength, she takes down the enforcers, leaving the detectives stunned. As the last enemy falls, she turns to them, her crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dark. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with,” she says, her voice low and menacing. “But if you want to survive, you’ll stay out of my way.” The detectives exchange glances, torn between suspicion and gratitude. Bang Chan steps forward. “And who are you?” Y/N smirks, her fangs briefly visible in the dim light. “Someone who’s been hunting this monster longer than you’ve been alive.” “Monster?” I.N echoes, his voice tinged with confusion and curiosity. Y/N’s gaze flicks to him, her expression softening slightly. “Dominic Laurent. The man you’re after.” “How do you know him?” Felix asks. Y/N’s smile fades, replaced by a grim seriousness. “Because he’s the reason I am what I am.” The detectives exchange uneasy glances. “And what are you, exactly?” Seungmin asks, his calm voice laced with suspicion. Y/N doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she steps closer to Chan, her movements slow and deliberate. She locks eyes with him. “I’m the only chance you have of surviving what’s coming.” The silence stretches, heavy with tension. Finally, Chan nods, his sharp eyes never leaving hers. “Then it looks like we’ll need to have a little chat.” Y/N tilts her head, her smirk returning. “Just try to keep up, detective.” Before they can respond, she vanishes into the shadows, leaving behind only the faint echo of her footsteps and the unsettling memory of her glowing eyes. The detectives stand in silence for a moment. “What the hell just happened?” Han mutters. Chan wipes the blood from his forehead, his expression unreadable. “I think we just met someone who knows Dominic better than we do.”

[mleighd94]

Chapter Three: The Council Assembles

The next morning was quiet, as I walked through the village with Jin. We reached the clearing where I had first seen Namjoon. Now, it was transformed. A circular platform of stone stood at the center, surrounded by flowing waterfalls that shimmered with a faint glow. Around the platform, figures began to gather. Hoseok and Namjoon stood near the edge, deep in conversation. As Jin and I approached, a group of others emerged from the forest. The first was a man with shimmering mint-teal hair, adorned with small flowers that seemed to grow naturally from his locks. His sharp, feline-like eyes scanned the clearing with a bored expression. “Yoongi,” Jin greeted with a nod. Yoongi glanced at me briefly, his gaze cool and assessing, before turning back to Jin. “This is Y/N. She’s—” “The human,” Yoongi interrupted. “Yeah, I heard.” Before I could respond, another figure stepped forward. His ash-blonde hair glinted in the sunlight, and his mischievous grin was impossible to miss. “Y/N, we meet again,” Taehyung said, bowing slightly. “Again?” Yoongi arched a brow, his smirk growing. “She appeared before Hoseok, but I met her shortly after,” Taehyung explained, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt my cheeks heat under his gaze. “It’s nice to see you too, Tae,” I managed to say, trying to sound composed. More figures arrived, each commanding attention in their own way. Jungkook, was striking with his long raspberry-red hair and quiet intensity. Jimin followed closely behind, his blonde hair streaked with soft hues of pink, purple, and blue. They greeted Hoseok and Namjoon with quiet nods before joining the growing circle. The air shifted suddenly, a new presence making itself known. From the edge of the clearing, a figure emerged. His hair black as night, and his long coat flowed behind him as he strode confidently forward. The tension in the clearing thickened immediately. “Captain Kim Hongjoong,” Namjoon said, his voice steady but guarded. Hongjoong smiled, a flash of sharp white teeth visible beneath his lips. “It’s been far too long, Namjoon. And I see you’ve brought... company.” His gaze landed on me, and I felt as though he could see straight through me. “You’re the human,” Hongjoong said, his tone intrigued. He stepped closer, his movements fluid and almost predatory. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I nodded stiffly, unsure of what to say. Namjoon stepped slightly in front of me, his protective stance clear. “We’re here to discuss the war, Hongjoong. Not to indulge your curiosity.” “Of course,” Hongjoong said smoothly, though his eyes lingered on me a moment longer before shifting to Namjoon. The fairies and mermen tensed visibly at their presence, the divide between them and the vampires palpable. The council was assembled, but it was clear that trust was in short supply. Namjoon raised his trident, its golden surface gleaming. “We are here because the grove demands it. Ragnor’s power grows stronger by the day, and we cannot fight him divided.” His gaze sweeping over the group. “This is our last chance to unite. If we don’t, Ragnor will destroy not just the grove, but everything beyond it.” For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air. Then Hongjoong’s voice cut through it like a knife. “Unity is a noble goal,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. “But let’s not pretend it will come easily. Especially when some of us are barely tolerated.” His words hung in the air, challenging, daring anyone to respond. Hoseok stepped forward. “Arguing won’t get us anywhere,” Hoseok said, his voice calm but firm. “We’re here to find a solution, not to reopen old wounds.” Hongjoong smiled faintly, his gaze flicking to me once more. “Perhaps the human will be the key to that solution.” I felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on me, and for the first time since arriving in the grove, I wondered if I was truly ready for what lay ahead.

[mleighd94]

@remedyx hahaha same 🤣

*MOANS* GIVE IT TO MEEEE

(Ahem oh um heey😀)

I need him so bad... leave an arch in my back...

[mleighd94]

@remedyx 🥵🥵🥵 those hands

*MOANS* GIVE IT TO MEEEE

(Ahem oh um heey😀)

I need him so bad... leave an arch in my back...