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EPISODE 3 I do not need much sleep, two hours at most, which I usually take when the sun is at its brightest. Sunlight does affect me, although it is not the mortal enemy Bram Stoker imagined in his tale of Count Dracula. I read the novel Dracula when it first came out, in ten minutes. I have a photographic memory with a hundred percent comprehension. I found the book delicious. Unknown to Mr. Stoker, he got to meet a real vampire when I paid him a visit one dreary English evening in the year 1899. I was very sweet to him. I asked him to autograph my book and gave him a big kiss before I left. I almost drank some of his blood, I was tempted, but I thought it would have ruined any chance he w

Nina made sure that her father was not aware because if he found out, he would stop them from leaving on their own. Slamming a book against the desk, Amaya groaned as she flipped pages and pages. She wished that she would find out anything related to the cure for vampirism in any of the long history books in their home. “I have searched almost all the books there and I have a lead,” Hadrian professed. “Being a vampire makes me read stuff faster.” “You have a lead and I have been struggling to find a clue in one of these old rusty books.” He could read the frustration written on her face.

One entry repeated a phrase in the margin: The house keeps what the master cannot. I didn’t like the sound of that. The air changed as the sun slipped behind the mountains. Shadows sharpened; warmth drained from the stones. Somewhere deep below, I heard the low hum of a violin tuning itself. I closed the last ledger and whispered, “So you’re awake.” The candles nearest me flickered once in answer. A heartbeat later, the great door opened without a touch. He stood there—Dracula—dressed in black again, eyes darker still, like the night hadn’t finished claiming him.

The moment the door shut, Cedric Phillips turned to me and said, “Austin Belmont is suspected to be part Druid wolf and is being monitored for any unbecoming behavior.” Rolling my eyes, I frowned. “He is my marked mate, so nothing is going to come from it. He won't go rogue or cause any issues by going on a crazy killing spree,” I asserted, and he gave me a rude grunt. “You know what a druid wolf is, Miss Gibson?” Nodding nervously, I explained that I learned about them from my pack school, but he furrowed his brow and then shook his head. “Don't lie to me. I'm well aware that druids are extremely rare wolves and not a subject of study in your prior classes,” he growled, causing me to swallo

Eve said. The thought sent me into thinking. What if they are right? Will my sacrifice be in vain? I thought. "Dr Francis, how sure are you about this?" I asked, trying to find something to convince myself to take the risk. "This book is an ancient book written by witches and werewolves. It dates back decades. I found it and kept it, thinking it might become useful someday," Dr Francis said. "I had used the information from this book to treat werewolf cases that ordinary science can't treat. If the book says that is what we must do, I believe that is what we need to do," he explained.

“It’s pretty interesting, actually. And could be a disaster now that I’m thinking about it. Lucas told me there are a handful of vampires who don’t want to assimilate, and they go around trying to make things difficult for those who have. I’m not sure the specific details, but he made it sound like these vampires are going after the businesses he owns or something like that. Basically fucking shit up in order to get back at him for following the rules of the Vampire Council. Three vampires showed up at my house last night after they got my address from Eliza, Lucas’s vampire daughter or sister or whatever you’d call her, and he was not happy.” “Oh, wow. That is interesting and you’re right.

She sighed and lifted her head to look at me; her eyes flooding with tears. Ruby explained everything she saw in her dream but then paused and asked, “Why were they drinking vampire blood? It made no sense…” “Sometimes if a vampire is desperate enough and there's no other choice, they will resort to drinking vampire blood,” I explained. “It’s gross, but it does happen occasionally.” “Well, it happened with all of them…” she whispered. I thought about that youngest one, Natalia, and I shuddered. “Even the young one?” Ruby’s brows raised as she studied me.

Unable to dampen my restlessness, I quickly went to my computer and turned it on. I typed the word 'vampire' on the internet and found so many things. It was a mythical creature that lived by feeding on the vital essence of the living. Some sites said that vampires were humans who had resurrected from the dead. There was a site that said a person could become a vampire when a cat jumped over the person's dead corpse. I also read that they were the authors of mischief, they don't reproduce and they die by getting pierced by sharp objects or by getting exposed to the sunlight.

"Forget the oath, Layla. Imagine the possibilities this opens for us.” I took the book in my hand, wiping away the dust that coated its worn leather cover, at the center lay a faded triangular symbol, the crest of the coven. Layla recoiled, howling a guttural growl. “You did not…” She wheezed in disbelief, but the obvious was as lucid as daylight. “Oh yes, I did.” I chuckled darkly, a cold, hungry expression settling on my face along with a predatory glint in my eye I never knew I was capable of.

Chapter 59 "Attack!" Dracula shouted. The ground trembled under the weight of dozens of paws. At that same moment, one of the witches dared the unthinkable. She flew straight toward Dracula, descending in a graceful spiral, her lips parted in a seductive smile. Her voice flowed like poisoned honey: "Come, my prince… let me show you the true pleasure of the night…" Dracula looked at her. Slowly, he raised an eyebrow, his expression one of surprise and deep contempt.