All Chapters of Cursed By The Day, Saved By The Night: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

A shudder coursed down my spine before I even turned my head.I was not alone.The air thickened, heavy with something cold, something ancient. The stench of fire and blood still clung to my skin, but underneath it, I caught another scent—crisp night air, steel, and something darkly intoxicating.I did not need to look. I already knew.He was here.Slowly, I lifted my gaze, my heart thudding against my ribs.And there he stood.The vampire.His tall figure was shrouded in darkness, the thin moonlight seeping through the shards of my broken window casting silver streaks along his impossibly still form. His eyes—those sharp, piercing eyes—glowed like molten silver, trained on me as though he could see clear through to my soul.I should have been frightened.But I was not.I pushed off the bed, standing my ground. "What do you want with me?" My voice was more steady than I was.He didn't answer.His eyes roved over me, unfathomable, as if he was taking measurements—searching for somethin

The drive continued longer than I had expected, the thick woods eventually giving way to a cleared area where one lone house stood. It was large but worn, the wooden siding of its exterior scribbled by time and loneliness. A wet earth scent blended with old wood filled my lungs as my father coasted the car up to the front.I slowly exhaled.This was it.My grandfather's house.The man who could possibly have the answers I sought.The door creaked open before we even reached it.A man stood in the doorway—a tall, broad-shouldered man with grey hair and piercing eyes that felt too sharp, too perceptive. His eyes fell on us the moment we stepped into the room, and the crease of his brow deepened in recognition."Aric?" His voice was rough, weathered by time and experience. His eyes flicked to me. "And Elara."His eyes lingered, something uninterpretable crossing through them before he returned his attention to my father."You wouldn't be here unless—" He broke off, taking a harsh breath.

The sun had started its gradual descent below the horizon, casting long shadows along the floor of the library. My grandfather and I had been at it for hours now—sifting through ancient books adorned with layers of dust, flipping brittle pages of books that were so old they could have been written in a past life. There was a smell of old paper and leather wafting in the air, one that spoke of all of the knowledge that lay hidden between these walls.I sat across from him at the massive oak table, my eyes growing heavy as I read over the pages in front of me. Every word ran into the next, the mysteries of my legacy teasing me just beyond my grasp. It was frustrating. I'd hoped to gain some answers, but all I'd received were cryptic riddles and warnings of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.My hand lay on the edge of an old manuscript as I turned more pages, the dim light of the library making it harder and harder to focus. My grandfather, however, wasn't distracted. His eyebrows f

I woke up to the gentle touch of my hair, the kind of heat that was misplaced in the cold, moonlit shadows. Initially, I thought I was dreaming—lost in the mist of sleep, my senses muddled by the cover of night. But the gentle touch of hands on my head persisted, constant and soothing, as if they knew exactly how to strip away the tension from my body. The air was charged, charged, and for one brief moment, I felt I was not completely alone.I slowly opened my eyes, my heart racing as my breath caught in my throat. There, beside me, stood the vampire—the same vampire who had come out of nowhere, saving me from harm. His figure was an indistinct shadow, but his presence was unmistakable. His tall, imposing figure loomed over me, even as he leaned over me, his fingers still tracing the strands of my hair."Little wolf," he breathed softly, his voice like velvet, smooth and commanding. It sent shivers down my spine, but the warmth of his touch had the opposite effect. It was as though th

The silence between us was heavy and crushing.I made my breathing slow down, though I was still tense and coiled, my body wound up too tight from the pressure of him being so near. He remained too near, his fingers above my face as if he had all the time in the world to do so.I should get up.I should roll out of bed and establish some space between us.I didn't.Instead, I gulped and stood up straight. "How am I yours?"Abbadon's lips curled upward a fraction, a knowing smile that sent a shiver running down my spine. "I said it already." His voice was deep and slow, each syllable deliberate. "I'm the one who wants you."Flame flared in my chest, spread low in my belly, but I forced myself to disregard it. "Want me for a sacrifice or what?” I jokedHe rested his head, amusement flickering in those scarlet eyes. “Who knows? I might need your blood for something soon.”“I hope you’re kidding. I want to know about you.”"Oh? Then what is it that you want to know, little wolf?"Everythi