STANDING AT THE FRONT OF THE CLASSROOM, I am the center of attention, and you can almost taste the excitement in the air. The class leader, Sarah, clears her throat and announces, “Everyone, this is Casper, but you can call him Snow White. He's a new student, and I'm sure you'll all make him feel right at home.”I give a small smile and nod hello, my sharp senses catching the flood of curious whispers—a storm of interest and excitement. A girl in the front row leans toward her friend and whispers, “He's really good-looking. I wonder where he's from.”“I heard he's from some small town up north,” her friend whispers back.With a confident walk, I make my way to the desk they've given me, feeling the energy in the room. Sarah's introduction hasn't been enough for my new classmates. I smile politely at the people around me, but the whispers continue, spreading through the room like wildfire.Just then, someone from the back of the class calls out, “Hey Snow White, did you bring any dwarv
FOOTSTEPS START PADDING OUR WAY, and I can't help but scrunch up my face in anticipation. I know that voice, I reason. There is something smug and familiar about it that sends a shiver down my spine. But before I can dismiss the thought, the owner of the voice appears in the doorway. Damn it, I curse in my mind. It is him – that little brat – and as he turns to look my way, his face breaks into that Cheshire cat-like grin that always manages to piss the life out of me.“Hello, brother,” he says, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. I can't help but let out a resigned sigh, knowing full well that my night is about to get even more complicated than I could have possibly imagined.Turning his gaze back to the girl who is on the verge of exposing my secret, Vivaldi speaks in a calm, collected voice. “Honey, why do you keep your friends standing outside like that?”The girl fidgets nervously for a moment before replying, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. “He's the one I tol
AT HIS DECLARATION, Chloe's face turned a brilliant shade of red, and Winter's gaze bounced between the two of them like a ping-pong ball, her brows raised in curiosity. “Your gorgeous Chloe, you say?”With a triumphant smirk, Vivaldi proclaimed, “That's right. Chloe is my girlfriend.”The room went dead silent, all eyes bugging out in shock at his audacious claim. The first to recover was Scarlett, her laughter breaking through the tense atmosphere. “Oh, come on!” she exclaimed, disbelief clear in her voice. “That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!”Vivaldi merely quirked an eyebrow, looking thoroughly entertained by their scepticism. “You don't believe me, huh?” he challenged, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he crossed his legs casually, leaning back like he didn't have a care in the world.As Scarlett's laughter slowly died down, she took a good, long look at Vivaldi's dead serious expression. “Y-yeah,” she stammered, her voice betraying a hint of doubt, “y
“OH MY GAWD!” Scarlett screams, stumbling back and staring at me like she's just seen a ghost. “Your face!” she exclaims, her voice shaking.Right at that moment, Winter and Chloe show up, looking all confused. “What is it, Scarlett? We heard you scream,” Winter asks, totally clueless about what's going on.“His face!” Scarlett blurts out again, her trembling finger pointing straight at me. Winter and Chloe step closer, examining my face with curious eyes.“There's nothing wrong with his face,” Winter says, shrugging her shoulders. I let out a huge sigh of relief, realizing that my face has gone back to its normal, human appearance.“But it was skeletally pale, his eyes were red, and… and…” Scarlett stammers, trying to find the right words.“You're just freaked out from Chloe's story,” Winter suggests, waving her hand dismissively.At this point, I'm super curious, so I chime in, “What did Chloe say, anyway?”Winter explains, “Chloe says she was viciously attacked on the neck by a rabi
As we make our way to the cafeteria, I can't ignore the whispers of our classmates. With my super hearing, I catch snippets of their conversations.“Oh, are they dating?”“So Scarlett's the lucky girl, huh?”“They look cute together.”“They don't match… I'd be a better fit.”Despite the mixed reactions, I can't deny that there's something comforting about having Scarlett by my side. Scarlett and I grab a table in the bustling cafeteria, and she plops her giant, red lunch box onto the round plastic surface. The thing looks like a cross between a plastic backpack and a mini-fridge, with a zillion pockets and zippers.She unzips the main compartment and starts pulling out all kinds of stuff: disposable spoons, cups, plates, a water bottle, a thermos, a couple of Fanta cans, and containers filled with chicken strips, cooked corn, and a mountain of French fries. I stare in amazement at the feast she's somehow crammed into that lunch box.“What the…!” I exclaim, not even trying to hide my
SO, I'M STANDING IN FRONT OF MY DOOR with this goofy grin plastered on my face, thinking about the awesome time I had with Scarlett and Winter today. I get this weird tingly feeling when I remember the way Scarlett's eyes sparkled, and how soft her hands felt on my cheeks when she called me her hero. I'm just relieved that my little vampire incident at Chloe's place didn't totally screw up our friendship—if anything, it brought us closer together.But then, outta nowhere, I start thinking about Kylian, and his beef with Scarlett. Did she really dump his brother? I wanna know, but I don't wanna pry into her personal life, you know? It's none of my business. That's when I realize I'm still standing there like an idiot, clutching the doorknob and grinning to myself. I shake my head, take a deep breath, and finally open the door.And that's when I hear it—this beautiful, amazing melody that just fills the room. It's the Lacrimosa from Mozart's Requiem in D minor, and it's like pure bliss
ALRIGHT SNOW WHITE, I’ve got a wickedly wild tale to spin for ya! You ever heard about a vampire and a werewolf becoming best friends? Nah, I’m not pulling your leg! This actually happened between two legendary creatures named Cassius and Dante, living in a world filled with supernatural beings that’d make your head spin!So, let me paint you a picture of these two dudes, okay? First, there's Cassius, a First Blood vampire—the crème de la crème among his kind, the strongest and baddest bloodsucker you could ever stumble upon. Just picture this: piercing eyes and smooth, pale skin that glowed like moonlight, and this palpable aura of power that radiated from him like heat from a fire. Then there's Dante, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Werewolf pack, my pack, with fiery red eyes blazing like hot coals in a dark night. Man, he was a force to be reckoned with! You could practically feel the energy crackling around him, and his commanding presence demanded respect and obedience from everyo
I'M FROZEN, rooted to the spot like a statue, completely unsure of what to do. Part of me is screaming, “Run, you fool! Whatever did this to them might be right behind and might find you next!” So, I start to turn away, ready to hightail it outta there, but something makes me stop. I can't just be a coward, can I? I mean, this is the whole reason I've been training in the first place: to be brave, like my old man.I know I'm not the fearless beta that he is, but how am I ever gonna get there if I don't even try? So, with my heart hammering against my ribs like a wild animal trying to break free, I swallow my fear and take a few tentative steps towards the fallen figure. As I inch closer, my eyes go wide as saucers, and a gasp escapes my lips.It's the alpha—the strong, indestructible alpha—and he's in a real bad way. Blood oozes from multiple dagger wounds all over his body. His usually powerful frame is just crumpled on the ground, like a broken rag doll. The metallic scent of blood f