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After that, he would shrink and then die. My mind was briefly diverted to Godiva. I felt happiness even though I was fed up with this vampire. I could still calmly deal with the ignorant vampire who would not talk about Sanguine Shadows; it was because of Godiva. “I have no patience with him, Al.” “What are you going to do to him, Alpha Castor?” “See to it.” I raised my left hand into the air. Within seconds, my hand turned black with sharp, elongated nails. I stepped steadily toward the vampire and bent down to look at his face.

An eerie, malevolent laughter filled the air as a figure emerged from the shadows. Alaric, a formidable werewolf with fur as black as the night, stood at the edge of the clearing, his eyes blazing with an unholy fire. "We shall see," he sneered. "I will crush their love and claim the Celestial Relic for myself." Without warning, Alaric lunged towards Luna and Elias, his speed unmatched. Luna barely had time to react, summoning a shield of light to protect herself and Elias. But Alaric was relentless, his claws tearing through the protective barrier.

My mind however spirals as it always does and I am on the verge of a panic attack when the door to our room slams open. A cold rush of wind blows past me causing the fire to strain against the sudden breeze, I hear Zylith whip up in bed behind me and I open my clenched eyes. Before me stands Alucard in a tight black button-down shirt tugged into his perfectly fitted black pants and black belt. He is at least two steps away but his large frame with broad shoulders and slightly slimmer waist leans in, creating a looming shadow. Red glowing eyes focused on me. The shadow he creates in the room is larger than that of his build.

He stood there looking all badass, holding two fresh bloody hearts of the fallen dead Vampire door guards at his feet. “That’s King Luke!” whispers quickly rippled through the guests. “I would start running if I were you all,” He just stated calmly while throwing the dead hearts away to the floor as if he had no care in the world. The calm before the storm. I could see a storm brewing in those electric blue eyes. I had never seen this deadly side of Luke but I liked it. **** Faraway in a hidden Cave Alucard the Magical White Bat lay slumbering in his cave, hanging upside down on his own secluded spot. Surrounded by his fellow colony, the other black bats.

He was one of the most terrifying figures active across the world. The last person beside him pulled down his blood-red cloak, revealing a stunningly handsome man in his early 20s. He had blood-red hair, blood-red pupils, and blood-red fingernails. However, he was no ordinary figure. He was Alucard Ludendorff, a high-ranking vampire archlord.

"But surely, there must be something you desire, something that ignites a passion within you, right?" I hesitated, the weight of responsibility still pressing down on me. But a flicker of yearning stirred within, and I found myself daring to voice a long-suppressed dream. "I've always had a love for art, for painting. In my quieter moments, I find solace in creating something beautiful on canvas." Alucard's eyes brightened with excitement, his genuine enthusiasm contagious. "That's wonderful, Faustina! Art has the power to capture emotions and transcend boundaries. I would love to see your paintings someday."

When Alucard puts his fangs in the neck of his mate and bites him without thinking, Jaden shouted plainly for that brutal bite made by Alucard who injected his pheromones in that bite to make it remain on his body. He was so concerned about his omega that never saw his mate wasn't a girl or the mark of the moon on the other side of his neck, when Alucard left him, less drunk with joy he saw Jaden in his arms closely with those tears in his eyes for the bite. Alucard turned pale when he turned to the other’s clothes, that pair of trousers with the black boots, the shirt blue light, and that silver roses stamped white coat, he only could be the last son of Elein... Some thin like Jay Winterlan

EVELYN The next page contained two detailed sketches. The first depicted a monstrous figure labeled The First Alpha of the Werewolves, Alpha Elrod—a nightmarish fusion of man and wolf. His expression twisted in eternal agony, his heart pierced by a silver dagger. The second sketch, in stark contrast, portrayed his daughter, Moon. The artist had been far more merciful in painting her. Unlike her father, she was drawn with an ethereal beauty—her features fierce yet strangely soft. Cascading hair framed her delicate face, resting elegantly on her shoulder, and she wore a dress woven of moonflowers. Though faded with time, her features carried an eerie familiarity, strikingly similar to the woma

The streetlights lining the driveway illuminated the flags clearly as the symbol came fully into view. My lips parted before I could stop myself. “Riverwoods Pack…” Alpha Dreadlock’s eyes immediately shifted toward me. “What did you say?” At first, I thought I had been mistaken when I recognized the flag attached to one of the convoys. But I wasn’t. The symbol embroidered on the flag…. Two crescent moons curved against each other while the tail of a wolf slashed through the center. “General Alpha Kayak.” Zaden chirped, taking a step forward. Alpha Dreadlock’s gaze moved toward the convoy once more, and this time he saw it clearly too.

Everything that I have seen so far in Lucern’s castle has been handcrafted to perfection with the most vivid details etched into the wood. As for the coffee table placed in the center of the large room, a scene that could be straigh from the bible was depicted on it. A beautiful picture of Angels and Demons fighting with a mix of Lycan, Humans and Witches mixed together in between them. The group in the middle was not only fighting the Demons that were coming from down below, but also the Angels that were raining down lightning on the group.