Heir of Wolcott Manor
Copyright© 2025 by Carlos Santiago
Epilogue: The Inevitable Patience of the Dark
Horror Sex Story: Epilogue: The Inevitable Patience of the Dark - After his father's passing in 1822, Silas Wolcott returns home to discover he has inherited a fortune beyond necessity. However, soon, he must uncover the secrets of his House and bloodline. With the help of his stalwart butler, a seductive vampire, and his own intellect, Silas must navigate a power FAR greater than any of mortal comprehension.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Historical Alternate History Paranormal Vampires Cream Pie Halloween Royalty Violence
“The dark is generous, and it is patient. It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt. The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will cause those seeds to sprout. The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind the star that gives them light. The dark’s patience is infinite. Eventually, even stars burn out.”
— Matthew Woodring Stover, Star Wars: Episode III – Revenge of the Sith (2005). First published in New York by Del Rey Books, an imprint of Random House, 2005. Based on the screenplay by George Lucas. Copyright © 2005 by Lucasfilm Ltd. & TM. Novelization copyright © 2005 by Matthew Woodring Stover. All rights reserved.
The silence that fell upon the Manor did not reach all parts.
Hanging upside down was Princess Sophia. Her precious ruby-red blood was seeping out of her. Her body convulsed one time even as her heart yearned for revenge. One such as Silas Wolcott could not understand the monster he had made in her.
She had been controlled when she was a vampire who walked the lands, but in her mind, at that moment, she knew she would not think twice to unleash devastating destruction upon the world.
She was not dead, and one should never injure what they cannot or will not kill.
However, she was but a small horror.
In that same room and far into the endless chasm of time and space, in another universe and dimension, there was the true Horror.
The Dark Ones were coming.
This singular being was but the first. There was nothing Silas Wolcott could do about the preordained plans of someone far greater than a mere mortal.