Todos os capítulos de Choosing between Dragon and Werewolf : Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

Bianca Pedrosa was listening carefully to the report submitted by the man named James Coleman, then continued to listen to reports from everyone in the living room. Her face turned tense as she listened to the last report given by Walter Song. All the reports given by the elders of the small clans that joined their clans had one thing in common–albeit in different forms. Almost all of the Pedrosa clan's territories that were attacked by Schneider's group were on average the border areas of each minor vampire clan, and it seemed that she had managed to find a pattern in the attack that occurred last night. It was just, the problem she was facing right now was, everything was still so vague in her mind, and she had a hard time finding the link between the patterns. "Okay, you can sit down now, Song." The man with a thick moustache like Hercule Poirot's moustache but in a terrible direction with a patch of baldness on half of his head so clearly bowed respectfully, returned to his ch

Bianca patted off the remaining dust on her formal suit as soon as she entered the vampire Song clan's dungeon in the Song clan's headquarters. She threw her gaze around the dark and dimly lit corridor, as she walked, following several members of the Song clan as well as Walter Song himself, into the dungeon. Apart from Pedrosa's clan, the entire vampire clan had a dungeon like the one she was currently in at the moment. Usually, a room like this was intended for vampires who commit minor or moderate violations against the vampire clan—depending on each of the vampire clans. Meanwhile, the Pedrosa clan prison building, which was located quite far from the settlement, was a shelter for any member of the vampire clan who committed serious crimes. As a result of that, if there are members of the Pedrosa clan, who commit minor and moderate wrongdoings, they will be transferred to the nearest prison from the location where the offence occurred. The Song clan prison was the last prison

Bianca's breath hitched as she managed to calm Peter down. He wiped the corners of his lips that were bleeding from the fists thrown by Peter when they tried to rebel against the suggestion he had planted in Peter's mind. In front of him now, Peter was sleeping peacefully on the floor of the prison room, no longer looking like the monster he had seen when he first set foot in this room. He stood from where he was, and adjusted his breath so that it was no longer wheezing. Inwardly, admiration arose in his heart for the figure of his late biological mother. How was her mother going to do those mind manipulation techniques without feeling so overwhelmed? Really mysterious, Bianca muttered to herself. His eyes looked at Peter's figure with pity. "You don't deserve it, Peter," Bianca spoke in a half-whisper. “Let me erase the bad memories of what happened that night. You deserve the opportunity to get back to moving on with your life.” Bianca closed her eyes, concentrating on her vamp

Veronica sat on a chair in the room where she and Stephen were currently uneasily. His hands squeezed each other, trying to see the situation Stephen was facing with a cool head. From what he observed in the operating room that could be seen in the mirror from where he was currently, Toni's condition was starting to show significant improvement… Or at least that's what he could conclude from his observations while in the operating room. He glanced at Stephen, feeling concerned to see Stephen who kept walking up and down the room while rubbing his chin anxiously. The man's gaze was almost entirely on the floor of the room, glancing occasionally into the operating room. She wanted to call Stephen's name, and ask him to stop worrying and sit beside her quietly. But he couldn't do it. Precisely he was amazed when he saw Stephen's confusion. Seeing how anxious Stephen was for his men was more than enough to tell him that to the man, all members of his clan were his family–not just chess

Karl smoothed back his collar once the wound on his wrist had completely closed. His gaze lingered momentarily on Toni who was still in a coma, took a deep breath, before his gaze fell back on Professor Mark."Are you sure this method will work?"Professor Mark adjusted his glasses, nodded faintly. "It should work this way.""Should?" repeated Karl in a tone full of disbelief. "What do you mean?""As I said just now," Professor Mark glanced at Toni for a moment before looking back at Karl and Lorenzo who also did not believe the answer given by Professor Mark just now. “The method I told you just now is still a theory. I had even researched this type of poison the moment I heard about the experiments conducted by Schneider's organization–”“How did you know about this ancient poison?” interrupted Karl, starting to lose his cool. His hands massaged his temples which were throbbing in pain, while his mind was imagining the worst scenario that would happen. “I shouldn't have believed it