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Padma asked her with slightly furrowed brows when she saw her wet face. Kyra touched her face and was surprised that it was indeed wet. She slowly wiped it away and recollected what had happened in the old house. When the necklace gripped her, her eyes suddenly opened to another kind of world where she saw different factions of vampires. They called them covens and she saw each of them according to their names and their characters. She was surprised that there were more people like her and she never knew. Everything she saw and found herself in were real, but only that she was not there as Kyra, but as the one who owned the necklace, the one whom Bathilda mentioned her name to be Kathryn, he

“It’s not nice to make fun of people.” I laughed as she hurried out of the general area of the library. I closed my textbook and grabbed my things before heading deeper into the library. The member of Team Gamma-2 trailed me several feet away before settling several tables away with his head in a book as I searched the shelves. I pulled a few books down on the Moon Goddess and the history of the packs. Then, a book that had to have been misplaced caught my eye. The History of Vampires wasn’t a book that belonged in the religious section…

Raven couldn't help but wonder what other surprises lay in store for her in this mysterious encounter with Adaora. As she reached out to grab the book, her heart skipped a beat. It was the one she had been searching for, The Night Watcher and The Vampire. She breathed a sigh of relief as she flipped open the book, eager to delve into its contents and find the answers she was looking for. The previous night, she had only briefly glimpsed at the title, without taking the time to look at the book's content. As Raven perused the pages, she couldn't help but notice that the vast collection of books that surrounded her were paranormal books.

I'm just as drawn to him as I was before. “So…” I lick my lips. “If you’re a vampire, then what? Everyone at Hawthorn is?” “Some people are werewolves. Some are witches and warlocks. Some people are… other things.” My breathing becomes sharp. I know my ribs must still hurt, but it’s like I can’t feel anything happening in my body right now. “So Alice told the truth about that?” I ask. “And about Silver Hunters?” Alec’s red eyes sharpen. “You don’t want to run into a Silver Hunter.”

She went back to her notebook and then to her bank account. “Should I keep doing this?” She asked herself, feeling a little guilty about spending so much money on her vampire-hunting obsession. But after a few seconds, she snapped back to reality. “Why should I feel bad about spending money on something I really wanted? I’ve been seriously wondering if vampires really exist, and now that I know they do, why am I having such doubts?” She was shaking her head to help dispel her thoughts and guilt. “This is once in a lifetime chance that I will have, so this is worth it. When compared to seeing a real vampire, four million pesos is nothing!” She said, trying to smile after a few seconds. “But i

The topics they normally discuss about never interest me , therefore I have mastered a way to filter out they conversations but this time around it is hard for me to filter out their conversation because they are talking about my beloved future husband Prince George . I silently listen to them discuss about the news that has been spreading around all continents pertaining my future husband ‘ s kingdom being in danger because of a vampire . ‘’ My dear sister you should pack a sack of onions and garlic when you finally leave to stay in Prince George ' s castle or else you will get killed by the vampire . ‘’ My twin sister says to me with a smug on her face before they all burst out laughing at

It was an exquisite torment, a dance of surrender and yearning. The vampire's fangs, unveiled like secrets shared between lovers, gently pierced her supple flesh. A sigh, laden with pleasure rather than pain, escaped Amira's lips, as if embracing a hidden union that bridged the realms of darkness and desire. It was a union forged in the alchemy of their souls. With each languid pull, the vampire savored the intoxicating elixir that flowed forth, mingling his immortal essence with her vibrant life force. The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies.

“How is the academy treating you?” “It’s a lot different than I expected,” she said honestly. “I thought it was going to be a place of torment for vampires, but it’s nothing like that. It’s an actual academy like the one we went to. There are professors and tutors; I have to go to nightly classes. 4 of them each night to be exact. They give us exhausting homework; we have breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They let us drink wine during dinner which is laced with blood,” she went on to explain. “It’s how we keep the cravings from getting too bad and it helps. I’m in a section that doesn’t require a lot of blood-lust training. Besides the first time I’ve changed, I haven’t really lost my mind for b

The books here were faintly covered in dust. As he reached out to the top shelf, his eyes fell on a familiar thick black book lying on the floor. The Art Of The Body. Before he could stop himself, his eyes flicked up and locked with Scarlett. She didn't look away, but a deep blush gradually spread across her cheeks. That book brought back memories, and for a moment, he forgot the unspoken tension between them. He looked away finally and pulled out several dusty books from the shelf. Two were about old werewolves, one about vampires, and the last one was about witches.

“What do you mean the prince will see your thoughts? Witches can't mind meld with vampires.” I thought for a moment, realising what I had done, the problem I had now caused. “I... I mean he can... He can see my thoughts because he is so powerful.” “That is not how it works Luna, vampires can only hear the thoughts of other vampires, and certain witches can hear the thoughts of other beings; but never a vampire. That is unheard of. Such a thing cannot be possible, how can you hear him in your head when you are living? You are not one of them.” She questioned me; her mind deep in thought. “You are not telling me the full story.”