Damon,
When the wind blows, it carries a delightful scent of flowers - fresh, sweet, aromatic, and fragrant. I wonder where the source of this enchanting fragrance is.
As I surveyed the area, I couldn't see anything except for the players surrounding me. I wondered what could be the origin of that scented flower.
Being a pure-blooded vampire, I possess heightened senses. I can smell things even from a distance, move swiftly, and my eyesight is exceptional. Despite not choosing to be a pure-blooded vampire, I was born that way.
My mother, who was a human hunter and fighter, caught the attention of a pure-blood vampire a hundred years ago due to her strength. However, since she was a human three generations before me, she has already passed away, leaving behind cells that carry a hereditary trait. These cells determine if a pure-blood vampire is born and cause my father excruciating pain, as if he were giving birth. Additionally, they manifest as tattoos on my body, initially appearing faint but becoming more prominent as I age. This is why I can walk during the day despite the intense sunlight. In contrast, servant vampires, who are only bitten by vampires, can only venture out at night and can never experience the warmth of the sun. This is how the distinction between a servant vampire and a pure-blood vampire is created. When faced with an evil wolf, I cease to think.
And that wolf was none other than Zack of the Zornzon clan, the most notorious wolf I have ever encountered. He is the successor of the country's most powerful wolf clan.
I acknowledge that he is a formidable opponent, but if he obstructs my path or circumstances force us to fight, I assure you, I will give it my all. However, my attention was drawn to someone by Zack's side, capturing my interest. I believe I have found the source of that captivating scent. As she approached me, the wonderful fragrance I had previously detected grew stronger.
This is the first time I have been this close to her, the so-called sinner of the fourth clan of wolves. I'm not sure if she always smells this way.
I attempted to approach her, but Zack, that jerk, claimed her as his own. Since when did a person become someone's property? You can't buy a human-wolf soul, no matter how wealthy you are. It's utter nonsense. This infuriates me, and as a result, we end up fighting and facing the consequences.
And what are the repercussions? We have to clean the entire school grounds for the next week! It's absolutely ridiculous!
While driving home, I noticed Zack surrounded by girls. At first, I didn't think much of it. However, I caught a whiff of Lyca's scent again, and I almost stumbled as I surveyed the area where she was. It was evident that Zack was furious. With a swift flick of his fingers, he sent the girls flying effortlessly.
"Wow, impressive."
Once he was done with the girls, he carried them over to the unfortunate girl. I followed them, and I witnessed Zack entering a cave. To conceal my presence, I hid under a large rock.
Zack,
I knelt beside Lyca and summoned the healer from our clan. He is the driving force behind the dominance of the Zornzon clan. Unlike the other clans, we have a unique member known as the Guardian. We have three Guardians in the first clan, while the others have two or one. The Guardian possesses a special ability.
The Clairvoyant is a wolf who provides valuable information to our clan.
The Sorcerer is a wolf with magical abilities.
The Fighter is a wolf so powerful that it can battle for a month if the war lasts that long.
The Healer is a wolf capable of curing a wide range of ailments.
The Fairy is a wolf who assists us in hiding from our adversaries in case of an unexpected attack. It's as if they can create a large barrier that prevents the opponent from seeing our clan.
The Witchery is a wolf capable of casting a wide range of spells.
The Monster Rino is a wolf that can take on the appearance of any animal.
The Dimensioner is a wolf with the ability to open a dimension, although they rarely do so due to the potential repercussions, such as being consumed by their own power. And lastly...
The Drifter is a wolf that can shift from one location to another in an instant.
"What seems to be the problem, young man?" The healer appeared out of nowhere, his voice echoing in the corner of the cave.
The old man hasn't changed; he still lacks patience.
"I want you to heal her," I stated calmly. The elderly gentleman raised an eyebrow.
"Zack, she's not from our family. Why should I heal someone from a different clan?"
"Because I said so."
"Hahaha," the healer laughed, which irritated me.
"Stop laughing and let's focus on the task at hand, old man. It seems like he's intentionally trying to annoy me. Tsk!"
"Alright, everything is fine. Let's get started." He raised his hands and pointed at Lyca, who had fallen asleep. Then...
Suddenly, everything became noticeably brighter.
Olivia,
"I'm going to get revenge on that girl! Zack hurt me because of her stupid pet."
"But Olivia, it's clear as day what Zack said. If you hurt that LYRCAN again, he will punish you. Aren't you afraid that he's too powerful? In just one motion, he did this to us."
I smirked, "But he only said 'hurt,' not 'kill,' right?"
The girls burst into laughter. I'm so frustrated that I ended up with bruises because of that useless girl. Be prepared, LYRCAN, I will definitely punish you for what you've done.
Lyca
When the bright light hit my eyes, I was surprised to find myself already in bed. What went wrong? The last thing I remember is being hit by a barrage of stones thrown by Olivia. And Zack... He was my savior. Wait, what happened to my bruises and wounds?
I touched my hands, arms, and body, but there was nothing there, and I felt no discomfort. How did Zack make them disappear so quickly? Does he have the power to heal?
"Are you awake now, Lyca?"
My aunt shouted from behind my door. "Yes, Aunt Jove!" I replied. "Okay, get ready to have breakfast." "Okay!"
I got ready for school following my aunt's instructions. As I was heading to school, someone bumped into me on purpose.
Olivia flipped her hair and said, "Oops, my bad. I didn't see you." and walked past me.
I sighed. She did it on purpose. I know it. What if Zack isn't around to save me if she decides to attack me again? What should I do now?
"Good morning, sunshine!" Damon appeared out of nowhere and walked beside me, but someone stood in our way. When I turned around to see who it was, I saw a smiling face of a demon in front of me.
"How's my servant doing?" Zack looked me up and down. "You look as good as new! Are you ready for today?"
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Was he serious about the servant thing? But maybe I should be grateful right now. At least he didn't embarrass or harm me in front of the whole school like he did to every student who mistreated him or made a mistake.
Did I make a mistake or commit a sin with this guy? But at least he's protecting his servant, right?
Lyca Zack and I were walking together, with Lyca on my right and Damon on my left. I raised an eyebrow at Zack's comment. "What are you doing, being flirtatious, vampire?" I asked, slightly annoyed. Zack only replied with a smirk, which annoyed me even more. "Do you want me to embarrass you in front of everyone at school?" I threatened. "Tsk! I'd like to see you try," Zack retorted. I was about to respond when suddenly, a loud voice interrupted us. "What took you so long?" boomed Mr. Salazar, our disciplinary school teacher. I remembered the punishment I wanted to protest, but I knew it wouldn't end well for me. Mr. Salazar was not only a teacher but also a Guardian and a skilled fighter. If I picked a fight with him, not only would my grandfather punish me, but I would also exhaust myself in the process. "Sir, where do we start?" Damon asked, breaking the silence. I sighed, realizing I had forgotten about Lyca. "Can I go to class with Zack now?" I asked, turning to Lyca, who w
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