Gracefully Evil

Hailed as a wicked villainess, I was nothing more than a trial for the saint’s journey to her love, a supporting role even in my own love story, a being destined to tread a thorny, torturous path. I was cursed to live a miserable existence— only to watch others bask in a dazzling glory— and all this for being born from a forbidden relationship. I never asked to be a half-vampire, half-werewolf. My destiny was sealed the moment I was born; I was bound to never fall in love and was never meant to be loved. Having this cursed life, I thought— no— I believed I could never love a man, or so I thought. Just like how my life was designed to be, I could only watch from a distance as sorrows embraced my weeping soul in response to the heart-wrenching scene I dreaded to witness. Even in this dark alley, I could clearly see his bright alluring smile. Those expressions on his face showed me that my love was simply hopeless. I wanted to be 'the one' with him, exchanging vows... more than anything

As the tip of the dagger drove deeper into my skin, I heard the crackling noise as I cut my wrist vertically. I felt a stinging sharp pain in the wound. But this pain is nothing compared to my aching shattered heart. I want to feel numb from this heartache, I want to forget Alpas, I want to forget I ever loved him. I watched the deep red blood begin to make its way down my arms. Silvers, in fact, are lethal to both werewolves and vampires. Even to me, who was feared and despised by many, because I was classified as a dangerous species after my real origin was revealed— this must be really fatal as a werepire since I am born to two silver-sensitive beings. But to my dismay, the cut, on the other hand, healed completely in a matter of minutes. Am I even capable of dying? Why did I have to be born to a vampire and a werewolf? Even death is nearly impossible. I can recover, heal, and regenerate from any injury far faster and more effectively than any ordinary werewolf or vampire, thanks

I hid behind the bushes as they search for me in the forest. As soon as they got inside the forest, I immediately run out of the school campus and hid in the alleys. I sniffed the surroundings, hoping to find Alpas. He should be somewhere near. I need to seek his help! I have no idea why these hunters are after me! My eyes widened when I turned to check my back I saw unfamiliar pursuers. They are not the police or hunters, and this scent. They're a hybrid? Why are they after me? Are they here to help me? Do they know what's happening? I stopped running and faced them. "Are you here to help me? What's happening—" Luckily, I was able to step back and evade their attack. When I touched my neck, I felt warm liquid flowing through a small cut. They were after my head! If I hadn't been able to bounce back, I would have been beheaded and killed. I desperately ran as my unknown pursuers continue to fire shotguns to attack me. I went to Alpas' residence but the police were there and shot me

I coughed up blood as the stinging discomfort in my chest intensified. I could taste the acid rising and burning my throat. He stabbed me in my chest and then pulled it out. "Don't worry, I made sure I didn't puncture your heart," he said, checking the spot where he stabbed me and watching as the wound closed. "I told you I wouldn't let you die that quickly." He grabbed the tablet one of the staff near him was holding and started tapping on it. "Werepires indeed have fast healing abilities. This won't do. This weapon is too weak." Tortuous days passed as they used me as a guinea pig for their technological innovations. It's so much pain after pain that I almost don't feel anything else. I haven't seen a beacon of sunshine since I was confined here. I've completely lost track of time and have no idea what time of day it is.Dying is better than being tortured every single minute. They have been dosing me with an unknown chemical to keep me awake, however, due to the countless self-hea

Is this my fate? Is the prophecy really happening? Or... did Serena curse me that time? Is this what she planned from the start? I could only tightly grip my fist. I almost forgot about that prophecy when I met Alpas. I thought our love was enough to break that prophecy. Is she doing all this because she also likes Alpas? Tsk, pretending to be my best friend when she only wishes for my demise. You got me good, Serena, but I won't let you live a happy life. I will ruin you and Alpas. After all, I know that he still loves me but is just in denial. "I wanted to hate you, but I love you too much, even now..." I grabbed his hand, which was holding a pistol, and pointed it at my chest. "I chose to set you free, but you chose to point your gun at me without giving it a second thought. Then, if that's what you want... Kill me, Alpas. Kill me now." As I closed my eyes, I could feel his hand trembling— awaiting my death in the hands of my beloved, with a sliver of light in our happy moments t