His Blood Vessel のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The bright sunshine that flooded the room pulled me awake the next morning and I sat up from my bed, yawning. It took a while for my brain to recollect the memories of the day before and I sighed, leaning against my pillows. This was a new episode of my life and I just needed to follow his rules.‘You didn’t follow his rules last night.’ My subconscious sitting on her seven-foot-tall chair with her incredibly tall high heels, snarled, harshly judging me for losing control of myself last night.I checked the clock on my phone and found it was seven in the morning. In two hours, Mr. Vampire would be awake and would need me to serve him blood by then.I had better get something to eat before then.Taking a quick shower, I dressed in one of the clothes I took from the dresser last night and left the maid’s room.The smell of sizzling bacon hits my nostrils as I stepped into the hallway and it led me to the kitchen.Strolling into the kitchen, with my nose jutting forward, I stilled on see

Dregen’s P.O.V I hated it when uninvited guests showed up at my door, especially when they were vampires. But not just any vampires, oh no. They had to be the ones who looked down on me for being a hybrid, a half-breed. The ones who thought they were superior because they had pure blood running through their veins. The ones who called themselves the Council. One of them was standing in front of me right now, in my study, with a smug grin on his face. His name was Mane, and he was one of the most arrogant and annoying vampires I had ever met. I could feel my fangs sharpening as Mane's voice echoed through the walls of my study. He was never a welcome visitor, but his presence was particularly irksome today. "What brings you here, Mane?" I asked coolly, my eyes narrowing at the sight of him lazily running his hand through his dark hair, which meant he was getting too comfortable. Mane's lips twisted into a sly smile, and I felt the anger simmering inside me grow stronger. "I hear y

author.resources@eratu.net Saratan’s P.O.VI was startled by the knock and quickly got out of bed, wondering who it could be. I was the only one at home…except…I froze as I recalled that Logan didn’t lock the door when we were leaving. Before I could act, the lights in my bedroom went off and a small shriek erupted from my lips. What the fuck was going on? Grabbing my cell phone, I bit hard on my lip before opening the door, only to see a tall, slender figure standing in the dark hallway. Yeah… you thought right. The lights in the hallway were off too. "Hello?" I said, shining the light on the figure’s face. “Lora?” Her big blue eyes were gleaming with fear and confusion as she clutched her doll to her chest. "Hi," she said in a timid voice. "Can I come in?" I hesitated for a moment. What if Dregen returned right now and discovered that we did not only go to the forbidden wing but his sister was in my room? But I couldn’t just leave her alone in the dark. "Sure," I said, steppi

Saratan’s P.O.V I was pissed. Royally pissed that I barely held back from breaking something. And the two things making my insides boil were beyond my control. The first thing happened a few days back but it still left a bitter taste in my mouth. Three days ago That morning I found Lora at my doorstep, I had almost pissed myself. Gone was the adorable girl with the white-haired doll. Lora was fully charged with powers she had little to no control over. Running was useless because she was as fast as lightning, waiting right in front of where I was running towards. I couldn’t throw things at her because I didn’t know if she healed like other vampires… if it would scar her. I screamed and prayed for Mrs. Thornton and Mr. Jones to return to the mansion as I ran for dear life. I know you’d be thinking….why don’t you just run outside? Well, if I ran outside and she chased after me, she might be badly hurt from the sunshine and then Dregen would kill me himself. I’d thought my end wa

Dregen’s P.O.VI hacked into the databases of the local media outlets, security cameras, and phone records, searching for any clue. My eyes scanned the screen, looking for patterns, anomalies, traces. But all I saw was a blank wall. No names, no faces, no evidence. Just a trail of blood and ash.Vampires were going missing and someone was covering their tracks. Someone was fucking toying with me.And I hated this overwhelming feeling of helplessness and cluelessness.More importantly, I hated being the baron.It was a title I never wanted, a title I never earned. It was a title that belonged to my father, a vampire that left me nothing but a cursed bloodline.Hybrid vampires like myself were nothing but an abomination that should have been killed at birth or so they said.But she hadn’t thought so…She hadn’t run away. She hadn’t judged. Saratan sang to us and cradled me against her. Dregen, she made us feel. It’s been what? Decades…? “And I hate her for it!” I blocked out the guttura