My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 100: Blood Beast: Night Owl

Cain braced himself.

He waited for the burn.

He waited for the tearing pain in his chest, for the invisible chains of the blood pact to tighten around his heart and crush him from the inside.

But nothing came.

Instead, before him, the giant crimson owl continued its assault.

The beast did not simply kick Oneal away this time.

It moved with terrifying intent.

Its massive beak snapped forward and clamped down on the young man’s shoulder, lifting him off the ground as though he weighed nothing more than a sack of grain. Oneal’s scream tore through the forest, high and raw, and the owl’s talons rose and fell like heavy hammers.

Bang.

Crunch.

Bang.

Each impact made a thick, sickening sound as ribs bent under force that no mortal body could withstand. Leaves fell from nearby trees with every strike, shaken loose by the sheer violence of it.

The servants froze.

At first, they could not understand what they were seeing.

Their young master, heir to a powerful blood elder, was being beaten like a rag doll by a monster born from a single fallen owl.

They stared, mouths open, hands half-raised, blood mana gathering but not yet released.

Another crunch echoed.

Oneal’s scream cracked midway, turning into a strangled cry.

The servants flinched.

One of them whispered, "W-what is that thing..."

Another muttered, "It... it was just an owl..."

But the owl tightened its grip and slammed Oneal down against a rock before lifting him again, using its talons to batter his body in midair.

Each hit landed with brutal weight.

The servants felt their stomachs churn.

They had seen executions before.

They had seen battles.

But this was different.

This was one-sided.

And it was personal.

"OOUUUTT!!" Oneal shrieked, his voice breaking. "HELP ME OUT!!"

The owl answered with another crushing blow, its eyes glowing a deep red as if fueled by rage.

The servants jolted back to their senses.

"Help young master out!"

"Do something!"

"Move!"

They rushed forward, then stopped again when the owl twisted Oneal’s body and smashed him into the ground, dragging him along the dirt and roots before lifting him once more.

One servant clenched his fists. "We can’t just stand here!"

Another shouted, "Attack!"

Yet even as they prepared their spells, their legs felt heavy.

Every time Oneal screamed, they hesitated.

Every time bone cracked, their resolve faltered.

They were afraid.

Not just of the beast.

Of the brutality.

Meanwhile, Cain’s mind raced.

Why did I not receive backlash?

He lowered his gaze to his own hands.

The pact should have punished him the moment harm was dealt to a member of the Moonshade family.

Yet he felt nothing.

He narrowed his eyes.

Then it struck him.

Oh...

It’s not the owl.

After all, the owl was still his.

Cain could only think of one thing: the position of the three sisters.

It was Cornelia’s standing in the family now.

Cain slowly raised his hand, testing something.

"Hey, why not kill him?" he ordered the owl softly.

A thin strand of killing intent leaked from him, faint but real.

Instantly, his fingers froze midair.

A sharp sting pierced his chest, not strong enough to cripple him but enough to warn.

Ah.

Yes it still applies.

He gave a small smile.

"Kidding," he said lightly, lowering his hand. "Just continue to beat him up for me as punishment."

The sting vanished.

No backlash.

Interesting.

Behind him, Oneal was no longer screaming with arrogance.

He was crying.

The owl slammed him against the trunk of a tree.

"Master Oneal!"

"Master Oneal!"

The servants finally moved.

They raised their hands and unleashed blood magic in desperate waves.

Scarlet spears shot through the air.

Blades formed from condensed blood mana whistled toward the owl.

The forest lit up with flashes of red.

Oneal, half-conscious now, could barely focus.

His vision blurred.

His ears rang.

All he felt was pain.

Why is this happening to me?

He tried to gather his own blood mana, but the owl’s talons tightened around him like iron bands, cutting off his breath.

The first blood spear struck the owl’s wing.

It pierced feathers but did not slow the beast.

The second blade sliced across its side.

Dark crimson mist burst outward, but instead of weakening, the owl seemed to grow more furious.

It shrieked, the sound vibrating through the ground.

The servants attacked harder.

"Don’t hold back!"

"Save young master!"

Blood arrows rained down.

Explosions of red mana erupted around the owl.

Yet in the middle of it all, the beast made a calculated move.

It grabbed Oneal with both talons and lifted him directly in front of its chest.

The next volley of attacks struck Oneal instead.

A blood spear grazed his leg.

A blade cut into his arm.

He screamed again.

The servants froze.

"No!"

"Stop!"

"Don’t hit him!"

Their own attacks were harming him.

The owl tilted its head as if mocking them.

Oneal’s breath came in shallow gasps.

He could no longer shout clearly.

His arrogance had drained away.

All that remained was fear.

"C-Cain..." he tried to whisper weakly, not even sure why he was calling that name.

The servants lowered their hands, panic written on their faces.

"We can’t attack like this!"

"It’s using him as a shield!"

Cain stood calmly a short distance away, watching as if he were observing a performance.

Inside, his mind worked quickly.

Good.

It will not kill him unless I will it?

The owl flapped its massive wings.

A violent gust of wind exploded outward.

The servants were thrown off their feet, bodies tumbling across the forest floor.

Some slammed into trees.

Others rolled through dirt and leaves.

Weapons and chests scattered everywhere.

One servant tried to rise, only to be pushed back down by the force of another wingbeat.

They were helpless.

Completely outmatched.

The owl landed heavily, still gripping Oneal’s battered body.

The young man dangled limply, barely conscious, his fine clothes torn and stained.

Suddenly, one servant crawled forward towards Cain, coughing.

"Stop this!" he shouted toward Cain. "Call off your blood beast!"

Another, bleeding from his forehead, glared at him.

"Do you know who he is? Master Oneal is the grandson of a blood elder! If he is harmed, you will pay for this!"

Cain blinked as if confused.

"Blood beast?" he repeated. "I didn’t know that thing was a blood beast."

He looked at the owl shamelessly, then back at them with feigned innocence.

"I thought it was just a normal life form that came to listen to my music. Who knew shooting it would make it transform?"

He chuckled lightly.

The servants’ faces twisted in frustration.

"You think this is funny?"

Cain tilted his head.

"You attacked first."

Oneal groaned weakly in the owl’s grip.

The beast began walking.

Each step shook the ground.

It carried Oneal toward a large rock. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Then it swung him down.

Bang.

His body hit the stone.

The owl lifted him again.

Bang.

Another impact.

The servants shouted in despair.

"Master Oneal!"

"Please!"

One of them tried to gather blood mana once more, but the owl’s gaze snapped toward him.

With a single flap of its wings, another gust blasted through the clearing, knocking the servants flat again.

Leaves swirled wildly.

Branches cracked.

When the wind died down, silence followed.

The owl stood in the center of the clearing, enormous and terrifying, Oneal’s limp body still clutched in its talons.

The servants lay scattered and groaning.

Cain watched quietly.

He felt no backlash.

He felt no pain.

He only felt the steady flow of blood mana connecting him to the beast.

The forest seemed to hold its breath.

And then—

A voice boomed across the sky.

"Who dares to harm my grandson?"