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Chapter 33 - The Great Escape
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2026-04-22 14:18:21
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Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid Chapter 34 - Flight Through Vampire Territory
Beatrice’s POVThe Berlin night slammed into me, cold as hell, fog thick with the smell of blood.We were tearing through West Berlin’s vampire zone near Savignyplatz, a few kilometers from Charlottenburg Palace.That square was supposed to be some charming spot split by Kantstraße, ringed by seven streets, with a leafy park, an old S-Bahn station, and fancy cafés and shops we’d never get to see.Alarica’s unicorn hooves thundered, her rainbow horn slashing moonlight, and I clung to her mane, whip lashes burning at my back, wrists aching from the chains.Amanda gripped my waist, her breath hot and jagged, still reeling from Velan’s dungeon shitshow.Charlie, my loyal tri-colored guard dog still leapt beside us, tail wagging like we weren’t bolting from a vampire death squad.My hybrid blood roared, thirst clawing my throat, claws itching, but I couldn’t do anything with it. Not yet.“Move it, Alarica!” I yelled, my voice scraping with desperation.Angelica’s sacrifice gnawed at me ” A
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid Chapter 33 - The Great Escape
Angelica’s POVThe castle is silent, a tomb draped in shadow, the air thick with the stench of old blood and Velan’s lingering scent—vanilla bourbon. My heart hammers against my ribs as I slip from my golden prison, the silken nightgown clinging to my sweat-damp skin. The clock strikes midnight, its chime a death bell in my ears. I clutch the key Anna-Lise told me where to get to, its cold metal biting into my palm. Fear coils tight around my throat—Velan, Jake, Paul, Marc—they’d rip me apart if they caught me. But it’s Velan I dread most, his whip, his smile, the way he turns love into a craved cage.I creep down the spiral stairs, bare feet silent on the stone, every creak a scream in my head. The dungeon door looms ahead, iron bars glinting in the torchlight. My hands tremble as I fumble with the key. “Anna-Lise,” I whisper as voice trembles, “are you sure about this? What if you’re leading me to my doom?”Her ghostly presence flickers beside me, pale and ethereal, her voice
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid Chapter 32 - The Pact with Anna-Lise
Angelica’s POV I sit across from Velan, candlelight dancing on the gold-rimmed plates. The table is laden with a decadent five-course feast, roast lamb sprinkled with rosemary, moose loin glazed with a dark reduction, caviar glistening on crisp blinis, a rare beef filet seared just so, and a delicate salad kissed with truffle vinaigrette.I sample each dish with care, the flavors exquisite yet fleeting on my tongue. They delight me, but they do not satisfy, only the blood does that, poured into crystal goblets, deep crimson and tasting of the finest wine. I sip it slowly, the warmth spreading through me, filling the hollow no mortal food can touch. Still, I am restless, perched on pins and needles. I must keep him here, away from Beatrice and Amanda. “Angelica, you are radiant this evening,” Velan says, his voice smooth as silk, slicing into his moose with precision. “That dress, red becomes you. I could devour you instead of this meal.” I offer a refined laugh, poised and
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid Chapter 31 - Sweet Venom
Beatrice’s POV I was chained, suffering. Damp stone scratched my wrists along with the cold steel cuffs. I could hear Amanda’s screams, sharp and wild every now and then. She kept her shit together, tough as nails. Marc’s voice growled through the wall, thick with frustration, things weren’t going his way, obviously. “Don’t give up, Amanda!” I shouted with my hoarse voice echoing off the damp walls. I still felt so weak. My body was like a brewing mix—wolf and vampire unable to pick a side, unable to fully transform into either. I should be able to do both, right? I felt torn. The years of abuse from my father, Eric Stahl, his carefully chosen snickering words, boots stomping in disapproval and stepmother Clara’s cold glares and sister Isabell’s sharp tongue had made me suppress my wolf. Didn’t even know where to look for her anymore. The vampire in me? Buried in some bottomless self-pity pit I’d dug so deep I couldn’t find it myself. Still, my blood was boiling. Fr
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid Chapter 30 - Velan’s Obsessions
Beatrice’s POV Velan opened the door too fucking early in the morning. Not even the birds were awake. I bet nobody was up but this psycho. The faintest sliver of light trickled in through the carved-out windows, barely enough to keep me from suffocating in the darkness. I was miserable, alone, and both me and Amanda on the other side were too tired to even pretend to have the strength to speak. So, I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. His footsteps echoed in the cave-like room, where the stone walls felt like my tomb. I could hear him approach, slow, deliberate, like he was savoring the moment. Then he was there, leaning over me. His fingers traced along my cheek, my breast, and my inner thigh, leaving a trail of revulsion in their wake. I fought the shiver that threatened to shake me to my core. His touch made my skin crawl, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t escape. His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “Beatrice, you hybrid bitch, you’ll be mine, just li
Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid Chapter 29 - Beatrice in Chains
Beatrice’s POV I wake up shivering, the cold chewing my bones, chains rattling around my wrists. My head’s a haze, my body’s howling—where the fuck am I? A cry tears through the dark, fierce and cracked, and my heart thunders in my chest. Amanda. She’s close, I can tell. Mabe in the next cell? I’d swear I heard her voice echoing, bouncing off the mossy stones. I’m alone, scared, and it’s so damn cold my breath fogs. Then footsteps, heavy and sharp, stomping closer. Voices slink through, Marc and Velan, those bastards, chatting like it’s nothing, as if they were old friends. Torchlight catches Velan’s face, my hybrid eyes suddenly flares up and turns yellow-green. His skin is sickly, pale with a faint yellow-greenish tint, like there is something wrong with him. I realized only my hybrid eyes let me see this, he hid it so well with a spell. What’s up with him? “Whip’s your tool,” he’s saying, voice slick and twisted as they enter the cell next to me. “Break a wom
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