My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts Chapter 252: Terrifying Moonshade family

GrandLord Dreath did not imdiately move after that realization settled into the air.

He stood there, his skeletal fra unmoving, his hollow gaze fixed on the Moonshade family mbers who had just risen from what should have been their end. There was no anger in his expression, no visible frustration, but there was sothing else that lingered in his presence, sothing that carried weight even without form.

A need to understand.

Slowly, he stepped forward.

Not with force.

Not with dominance.

But with purpose.

Lord Vord followed, though his posture remained tense, his eyes still flickering between the recovered Moonshade mbers as if he expected them to erupt into sothing terrifying once more. Elder Achilor walked beside them, his expression controlled, yet his attention sharper than ever, observing every detail, every movent, every breath taken by those who stood before them.

"...You."

Dreath’s voice ca out steady, calm, and far quieter than before.

One of the Moonshade family mbers turned toward him, startled by being addressed directly, his expression still filled with confusion as he struggled to understand what had happened to him.

"...Do you rember anything?"

The question was simple.

But it carried weight.

The Moonshade mber blinked.

"...Rember...?"

His voice was uncertain.

He frowned slightly, trying to recall, trying to piece together sothing from his mind that refused to form.

"...I... I rember pressure..."

"...A very strong pressure..."

He raised his hand slowly, as if trying to grasp sothing that had already slipped away.

"...It was heavy..."

"...Then..."

He stopped.

His expression tightened.

"...Nothing..."

Dreath’s gaze did not move.

"...Nothing?"

"...Yes..."

The man nodded slowly.

"...It just... stopped..."

Dreath shifted his attention to another.

"...You."

Another Moonshade mber looked up.

"...Do you rember anything beyond that?"

The second one shook his head.

"...No..."

"...I only rember falling..."

"...Then... waking up..."

A third.

A fourth.

A fifth.

One by one, Dreath, Vord, and Achilor began to question them, their voices steady, controlled, though beneath it all was a growing tension that none of them voiced openly.

"...Did you feel anything different?"

"...Did your body change?"

"...Did you see anything?"

"...Did you hear anything?"

Each question was answered.

Each response—

The sa.

Fragnts.

Broken pieces.

Pressure.

Pain.

Then nothing.

"...I don’t rember attacking anyone..."

"...I don’t rember moving..."

"...I don’t rember anything after that pressure..."

"...It’s like... it was cut off..."

Their voices overlapped.

Not chaotic.

But consistent.

Uniform.

Every single one of them who had turned red spoke with the sa uncertainty, the sa confusion, the sa inability to recall anything beyond the mont they had been overwheld.

"...You don’t rember fighting?"

Achilor asked one of them directly.

The man shook his head.

"...Fighting...?"

"...No..."

"...Who would I fight...?"

The answer was honest.

Too honest.

Because it held no trace of deception.

No hesitation.

No attempt to hide anything.

They truly—

Did not know.

Vord inhaled slowly.

"...What about your body?"

"...Do you feel anything unusual?"

The Moonshade mbers looked at themselves.

At their hands.

At their arms.

At the wounds that still marked them.

"...It hurts..."

One of them said quietly.

"...But aside from that..."

"...Nothing..."

Another nodded.

"...I feel... normal..."

"...Just... tired..."

Achilor’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"...Normal..."

He repeated the word softly, as if testing it.

"...After everything..."

Dreath finally spoke again.

"...Gather them."

His voice was calm.

Controlled.

"...All of them."

The Moonshade mbers hesitated.

Not out of fear.

But out of confusion.

"...Us...?"

"...Yes."

Dreath did not explain further.

He did not need to.

The Moonshade family began to gather, slowly, so supporting others who could not stand properly, so helping those who had fallen again, until they ford a loose group before the three powerful figures who stood before them.

Dreath observed them.

Carefully.

Every detail.

Every movent.

Every breath.

"...Your bodies endured sothing that should have ended you."

His voice was steady.

"...Your blood responded in a way that is not normal."

The Moonshade family looked at him.

Confused.

Uncertain.

"...We don’t understand..."

One of them said.

"...We don’t know what you an..."

Dreath held their gaze for a mont longer.

Then—

Sothing changed.

A shift in his deanor.

Not outwardly dramatic.

But enough.

His shoulders relaxed slightly.

His presence eased.

And then—

He laughed.

At first, it was low.

Quiet.

Almost restrained.

But then it grew.

A deep, full laugh that carried across the broken battlefield, surprising everyone who heard it, because it did not carry mockery, nor arrogance, but sothing far more unexpected.

Relief.

"...So that’s what it was..."

He said between breaths.

"...A lifesaving ability..."

Vord blinked.

"...My Lord...?"

Achilor remained silent.

Dreath exhaled slowly, his laughter fading into a faint smile.

"...I must have triggered it..."

His gaze returned to the Moonshade family.

"...When I suppressed you..."

"...When I pushed your limits..."

"...Your blood reacted..."

He nodded slowly.

"...Yes..."

"...That explains it..."

Vord’s eyes widened slightly.

"...You an...?"

Dreath continued.

"...An ability hidden within your bloodline..."

"...Sothing that activates under extre pressure..."

"...Sothing that forces your bodies to adapt..."

"...To survive..."

His gaze sharpened slightly.

"...To evolve."

The word hung in the air.

Heavy.

aningful.

Achilor finally spoke.

"...Such a thing..."

"...Should not exist..."

Dreath shook his head lightly.

"...And yet it does."

He looked at the Moonshade family again.

This ti—

With a different kind of gaze.

"...You are... terrifying."

The words were not spoken with fear.

But with acknowledgnt.

"...If what I experienced..."

"...If what we witnessed..."

"...is sothing your blood can do..."

He paused.

Then continued.

"...If that spreads..."

The implication settled.

Slowly.

Deeply.

"...Then our race..."

Vord’s voice picked up.

"...Would beco far stronger..."

Achilor exhaled.

"...Far beyond what we are now..."

The surrounding vampires, who had been listening, who had been watching, who had barely begun to recover from what had happened, now began to react.

At first—

Quietly.

A few murmurs.

A few exchanged glances.

"...Did you hear that...?"

"...An ability like that..."

"...That ans..."

Then—

It grew.

Laughter.

Not loud at first.

But spreading.

From one to another.

Because despite their exhaustion, despite the fear they had just experienced, despite the destruction around them—

What they were hearing—

Was good.

More than good.

It was sothing that could change everything.

"...If we had that..."

"...We would be unstoppable..."

"...No other race could match us..."

"...Even the wolves..."

"...Even the elves..."

"...They wouldn’t stand a chance..."

The laughter grew.

Louder.

Freer.

Because the thought alone—

Was enough to push away the fear that had lingered.

"...This is a blessing..."

"...A true blessing..."

"...We survived this... and gained this knowledge..."

"...The Blood God truly favors us..."

Their voices carried excitent now.

Hope.

Ambition.

Because in their minds—

This was not just survival.

This was opportunity.

Dreath did not stop them.

He allowed it.

Because even he—

Understood the significance.

"...Yes..."

He said quietly.

"...This changes things..."

The Moonshade family stood among them.

Still confused.

Still trying to understand.

Still unaware of the storm of thoughts now surrounding them.

"...What do you an...?"

One of them asked.

"...What are you all talking about...?"

Another stepped forward.

His brows furrowed.

"...You keep saying... our blood... our ability..."

"...What does that have to do with you...?"

The laughter did not stop imdiately.

But it slowed.

As attention returned to them.

To the source.

To the ones who did not yet understand.

Then—

A voice spoke.

From among the Moonshade family.

Older.

More composed.

The forr Baron.

He stepped forward slowly, his gaze moving between Dreath, Vord, and Achilor.

"...Explain."

His voice was calm.

But firm.

"...What do you all an...?"

He looked at them directly.

"...We will spread our Vampire genes to you all?"