Semua Bab FORBIDDEN ROMANCE: A KISS OF BLOOD & MOONLIGHT: Bab 51 - Bab 60

A deafening BOOM shook the entire ballroom.The massive stained-glass windows shattered inward, exploding into a storm of glittering shards as towering figures crashed through in a tidal wave of death. The air instantly filled with the shrieks of the ballroom’s guests, their elegant silks and velvets now drenched in panic.Then, the first howl pierced through the chaos—a sound so deep, it rattled the very bones of everyone in the room."Lycans." Azrael whispered, her eyes widening. But just as soon as the initial shock hit, she noticed something.Her brows furrowed, "Something's wrong," she thought to herself.Their eyes were black as void.Not the natural color of what lycans usually possess, but pure, abyssal darkness.Before anyone could even make a move, the lycans charged at them and the ballroom erupts into chaos.The first clash was deafening. A tide of snarling beasts slammed into the vampires, claws ripping, fangs tearing, and within seconds, the grand hall was painted in blo

The grand walls of House Blackthorne, once a scene of opulence and dark splendor, had been transformed into a blood-drenched battlefield. The towering obsidian columns, engraved with ancient runes of House Blackthorne’s dominion, were slick with fresh blood—both vampire and lycan. The scent of iron was thick in the air, mingling with the acrid tang of burned flesh.The once-immaculate marble floor was strewn with the bodies of Lycans, some in half-shifted forms—twisted amalgamations of beast and man, their severed limbs twitching as the last vestiges of life faded from their bodies. But the vampires had suffered as well. Far too many. Too many noble warriors of their house lay motionless, their pale forms crumpled against the carnage.The echoes of the battle still rang in the ears of the survivors. A soft rasp of dying breaths. The low growls of those still gripping onto what little strength they had left.And standing amidst it all, like a specter of death himself, was Valerion.His

The grand ballroom, once a scene of opulence and power, now lay in ruin. Blood pooled across the marble floors, glistening under the dim torchlight. The bodies had been cleared, but the scent of death still clung to the air. Nobles whispered among themselves as they made their way out, their once pristine gowns now tainted with the remnants of battle. The surviving guests, shaken and pale, dispersed into the night, each returning to their respective homes, their minds heavy with what had transpired.Seraphim stood near the grand entrance, his long black cloak barely disturbed by the cold night breeze. The carriage awaiting him was as grand as the man himself—crafted from obsidian, silver and gold, pulled by six midnight-black steeds with crimson eyes. House Blackthorne, ever the gracious hosts, stood around him, seeing him off.Valerion faced the King of Norrix, his crimson gaze unreadable. “This was not just an attack,” Valerion said, his voice deep and unwavering. “It was a declarat

The war hall was thick with tension. The scent of blood and smoke from the previous night’s attack still clung to the air like a warning. The council chamber, built from dark stone was filled with the growls and heated voices of Draven’s most trusted lycans. The long oak table in the center of the room bore maps, reports, and bloodstained weapons from the fallen warriors of their pack.Eryx, standing at Draven’s right, leaned over the table, fists clenched, his hazel eyes burning with fury. “This was an act of war!” he growled, his voice cold and unforgiving. “We lost good members of our pack last night. Our people deserve vengeance. We must retaliate immediately.” he added, his expression dark. “We cannot sit back and allow the vampires to think they can strike at us without consequences!”Across from them, Diana sat with her arms crossed, her piercing gaze locked onto Draven. “The council demands action, Draven,” she said sharply. “We were ambushed—again. It was planned. Organized.

Eva’s sharp gaze locked onto Azrael, the letter caught delicately between her fingers. The silence in the chamber stretched between them like a drawn blade, heavy with unspoken tension.“Who is this letter for?” Eva repeated, her voice deceptively calm.Azrael’s mind raced, but her expression remained unreadable. A lie had to be swift and seamless, woven with enough truth to be believed. She let out a soft, exasperated sigh and reached out, plucking the letter from Eva’s grasp with deliberate ease.“It’s for Lord Callan,” she said smoothly, naming one of the vampire nobles who had supported her in court. “He asked me to draft a message concerning the upcoming council meeting. I had only just finished when you walked in.”Eva’s brow arched, skepticism flickering in her blue eyes. “And why hide it behind your back like some guilty child caught sneaking sweets?”Azrael forced a smirk, rolling her eyes as if Eva’s suspicion were nothing but an inconvenience. “Because I knew you’d pester m