Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Hybrid's Daughter- Red Moon, The Curse: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The heavens continued to send down its relentless downpour, flooding the roadway. Clara and Adams remained seated on the piano bench, her head resting on his chest, while his arms enveloped her. "It doesn't seem like the rain will stop anytime soon, but it's getting dark. I should take you home," Adams said. Clara lifted her gaze to meet his. "I want to stay here with you," she expressed, her voice filled with longing. He pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I would love that so much, but your mom wouldn't approve," he admitted. "I can call her and let her know I won't be coming home early. I want to stay here with you," Clara asserted, her determination evident. Adams chuckled softly, his smile radiant. He began to stroke her head gently, his gaze fixed on her eyes. "What have you done to me? Your eyes penetrate deep into my very soul. No spell could be as powerful as this. I want to be by your side every second, every minute, every day. Forever doesn't seem like a long enou

Mathias's body throbbed with agony from the brutal impact of the fall. Hurled into the air and forcefully slammed onto the ground, he experienced excruciating pain. Despite being a witch, the intensity of the pain was no different from that of an ordinary human. Yet, he couldn't afford to dwell on his wounds or indulge in self-pity. Adams, in his fierce, beastly form, was closing in on him rapidly. With devilish red eyes filled with rage and elongated, razor-sharp claws, Adams appeared like a creature of pure wrath. Mathias knew he had to act swiftly if he wanted to survive. Summoning his strength amidst the pain, Mathias uttered an incantation through gritted teeth, "Estalibon Dtrrrti FITGRI." Just as Adams was about to strike with his lethal claws, the spell took effect. Instantly, Adams felt as if the weight of an entire planet had descended upon his head. Buckling under the immense pressure, he dropped to one knee, his hands clutching his skull, desperately fighting the excruciati

[ One week to Clara's seventeenth birthday ] Inside the five-star hotel apartment, Eric Damian was logging in. Two beautiful ladies lay half-naked on the sofa, motionless and unconscious, with bite marks almost all over their bodies—on their necks, arms, laps, and even their tummies. Eric Damian came out from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He briefly glanced at the ladies before walking to his wardrobe. He meticulously picked out a black designer suit and trousers, a white long-sleeve shirt, a belt, a necktie, and an Italian leather pair of shoes. He laid the clothes on the bed, discarded his towel, and began dressing himself up. First, he put on the crisp white shirt, then smoothly slid into his trousers, securing them with the belt. His foot slipped into the Italian leather shoes. As he held the necktie in his hand, he hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to wear it. In the end, he decided against it and tossed it back into the wardrobe. With his long bl

Clara was in the midst of her friends Caleb, Anna, Ken, Patricia, and, not forgetting, Mathias. Later on, she caught sight of Adams, and a frown formed on Mathias' face. “Ah, your knight in shining armor has arrived once again to whisk you away,” Anna said to Clara, and both girls giggled childishly, their laughter filled with an air of excitement. “Clara, I will be taking the train home,” Mathias announced, barely waiting for her response before briskly walking away, leaving Clara with a sense of unease and guilt. “It seems someone is feeling a tinge of jealousy,” Anna observed, her tone carrying a hint of playful teasing, further deepening Clara's regret for hurting Mathias. However, her sadness quickly evaporated as a familiar voice called out her name, causing her heart to flutter. “Hello, Clara,” Adams greeted, his voice warm and filled with affection. He gently placed his right hand on her cheek, causing Clara to feel a rush of warmth spreading through her. A wide smile lit u

Damian remained locked in a piercing gaze, his eyes drilling into her with an intensity that unsettled her. The witch girl squirmed uncomfortably, unable to decipher the thoughts swirling within Damian's mind. "I'm not jesting," she stammered, her voice trembling with fear. She held the knife against Vivian's neck, her wavering grip revealing her own vulnerability. Without flinching, Damian retorted, his voice laced with an unwavering determination, "I've sworn death upon you all, and I never break my promises. The only way you'll leave here is in death's embrace." "Then she dies too!" the witch screamed, raising the knife with murderous intent. But before she could carry out her sinister plan, Damian swiftly intercepted her, forcefully separating her from Vivian. A wicked smirk danced upon Damian's lips as he taunted, "Have you forgotten? I possess superhuman speed." He delved into her mind, seizing control of her right arm—the very arm clutching the knife. "What's happening? Wha