บททั้งหมดของ THE STING OF THE VAMPIRE'S BITE : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

DAMIEN Darkness clung to me like a second skin—cold, thick, and endless. The last thing I remembered was pain. Raw, soul-burning pain. Then something cracked through the void. A jolt. Then another—sharper this time, biting through the haze. “Wake up, damn it,” a voice hissed near my ear, urgent and female. Another sharp zap of energy hit my chest, like lightning cracking through ribs. “Come on, bloodsucker, wake up!” My eyes snapped open with a gasp, lungs dragging in air like I’d been drowning. I blinked against the blur, vision swimming with golden flickers and shadowed outlines. Faces hovered above me—women. Fae. All of them with wide, anxious eyes and tangled hair, dressed in tattered silks and armour pieces like they'd been through a war. “He’s awake,” they said in unison, relief mixing with nerves. I groaned, rolling to my side, my entire body throbbing. My head pounded like it had been slammed against stone—and hell, maybe it had. “Damien!” Tindra’s voice broke thr

DAHLIAIt hadn’t been long since I ended the call with Damien, but my mind was already spiralling.They’re all in the States now. God… I just hope airport security doesn’t throw a wrench into everything. They saw them arrive, but there’s no record of them leaving. That alone could raise questions—ones we can’t afford. And I know it won’t be long before they’re back here, all of them.Lord, help me. If I can just get this fae to talk—even if it’s just over the phone—we might still have a chance.I ran a hand through my hair, eyes flicking to my phone again. Still no message. I knew Jay was probably still in the plane, but that didn’t stop me from expecting a text. Some part of me needed that ping, like proof that something was still moving forward.Across from me, Isaac kept throwing glances my way. Subtle, but not subtle enough. I could tell his head was full of questions. Of course, it was—four tourists fly in, and somehow we’re down to one? We’ve broken every rule in the normal trav

KEILAH I could still feel the cold from last night buried in my bones.That kind of brokenness doesn’t just vanish.The pain of almost losing my child—it came back like a scream I never got to release. A wound I didn't even know I had until it split open. I’d screamed into Damien’s chest not because I was weak… but because I couldn’t carry the grief on my own anymore.And yet…I was walking again.I kept staring at my feet, at the way they touched the floor, steady and real. Aaron’s magic had somehow worked. I could feel them again. I could move. My body no longer felt like a prison.Hope… it came back. Crawling, hesitant—but alive.“I want to go to Africa,” I said quietly. “I want to meet my mother.”Silence.No one said a thing.I looked between the three of them. Damien. Ralph. Aaron.Nothing.My brows pinched. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t you want me to meet my mother?”Aaron stepped forward slightly, his voice soft. “That’s why we’re here.”Ralph crossed his arms, jaw

RALPH The scent of blood was everywhere.Not fresh. Not human. Not even real. It was tainted—an illusion. Something this cursed realm twisted in the air to confuse you. To lure you. And I was already starting to feel it claw at the back of my skull.Aaron sniffed sharply beside me on his horse and muttered, “Something here smells off.”I nodded slowly. “I know, right…”We were riding in silence, flanked by the vampires who were supposedly leading us toward the damn castle.But something was wrong.And then—it happened.The vampires ahead of us stopped. All at once. Like puppets with their strings cut.The horse snorted, uneasy. I tightened my grip on the reins, senses spiking.The lead vampire turned his head toward us.Expression blank. Eyes hollow.And then—they began to vanish. One by one. Dissolving into smoke. Melting into the shadows like ghosts with unfinished business.No sound. No explanation.Aaron jumped off the horse in one swift motion, boots hitting the ground hard. “Wh

DAMIEN There was no pain.No fire. No breath. No heartbeat.Only darkness. And silence.I’d always imagined death would be loud—violent, chaotic. A scream. A storm. A final battle.But this?This was stillness. As if time itself had stopped breathing.I don’t know how long I floated like that—weightless, thoughtless—somewhere between the world I knew and something far beyond it. Maybe years. Maybe seconds. All I knew was that I was…gone.Until I heard her.Not Keilah.Deirdre.Her voice wasn’t a whisper. It wasn’t some fading echo. It hit me like a thunderclap.“Damien.”I turned—if you could call it that. In this place, there was no body, just consciousness… drifting.Then there was light.Soft at first, then blinding. Warm, but not burning. And in the centre of it—was her.Deirdre.She wore the same white dress from the night I first saw her at the blood gala, the one with the silver threading and the low back that made every creature in the room pause. Her smile hadn’t changed. Ge