Semua Bab FORBIDDEN ROMANCE: A KISS OF BLOOD & MOONLIGHT: Bab 11 - Bab 17

Draven broke eye contact first. Not because he wanted to—some unseen force seemed to root him in place, his body responding to Azrael's presence before his mind could catch up. But then Valerion spoke, and Draven forced himself to shift his attention.“Ah, the Alpha of Silver Moon,” Valerion’s voice carried smoothly through the grand hall, rich with civility yet laced with quiet menace. His lips curled into what could be mistaken for a welcoming smile, but his crimson gaze held nothing but calculation. “You honor us with your presence on such a momentous occasion.”Draven inclined his head slightly, his expression unreadable. “I appreciate the invitation, Your Majesty.” His voice was calm, steady.The room remained tense, the atmosphere thick with restrained hostility. The vampires sat poised, their unnatural stillness betraying their wariness. Some masked their distaste behind elegant smirks and raised goblets of bloodwine, while others openly regarded the lycans as if they were sava

The haunting melody of the waltz echoed through the grand ballroom, weaving through the air like a ghostly whisper. The flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows against the dark stone walls, illuminating the swirling figures of elegantly dressed vampires. Yet, despite the grandeur of the celebration, every eye in the room was drawn to a single pair gliding across the floor.Azrael and Draven.Vampires stole glances as they danced, their whispers hushed yet brimming with intrigue. Some moved mechanically, their attention divided between their own partners and the impossible sight before them. The Lycan Alpha, leading the Vampire Princess in a waltz. It was an unthinkable sight, an offense to tradition, a spectacle that neither side could look away from.Azrael was keenly aware of the scrutiny, but it was Draven’s unwavering gaze that unsettled her the most. His blue eyes held something unreadable, something she refused to acknowledge.She sighed, cutting through the silence between

The ballroom had become a war zone. Blood stained the once pristine marble floors, the chandeliers swayed violently from the tremors of battle, and screams and snarls filled the grand chamber like the echoes of a battlefield.The vampires fought with precision and lethal grace, their claws slicing through the air like razors. The Lycans countered with raw strength and savagery, their massive forms tearing through their opponents with relentless brutality.Cyrus ducked just in time.A silver dagger sliced through the air where his throat had been seconds ago. The moment he turned, Raphael was already striking again, his movements swift and precise, his long silver hair dancing in the air as he moved with supernatural speed.Cyrus blocked the next strike with his forearm, the force reverberating through his bones. He countered with a vicious punch aimed at Raphael’s ribs, but the vampire twisted away at the last second, gliding back like a ghost.Their eyes locked and for a moment, neit

The air inside the war chamber was thick with tension. The great oak table, worn by years of strategy and blood-soaked decisions, was surrounded by Lycans—warriors, elders, and advisors—all in heated debate. Voices overlapped each other, growls of frustration echoing against the stone walls."He marked the vampire princess!" one warrior spat. "Does he even realize what that means?""It was a power move," another argued. "He humiliated the Vampire King’s daughter, let them choke on their own pride.""Pride be damned, this means war! We’ve been at the brink for decades, and now—"The large doors at the front of the chamber creaked open and just like that, all voices ceased. The room fell into absolute silence as Draven stepped in.His presence alone commanded obedience. The muscles on his tattooed arms flexed with every step he took. Most of his long white hair was let loose, parts of it braided. He wore his signature necklace decorated with teeth from every single lycan he had defeated