Novel & Cerita Gothic Universe Edition

She remained still for a while and sighed. She flops onto her bed and groans into her pillow, 'Come to think of it, aren't werewolves supposed to like, find their partner or mate when they come of age? I'm 17. Does that mean mine's gonna be decided in a year? It's a pretty unfair concept if you think about it. It's like you're destined to be with your mate, no matter who you like or have liked before. You will eventually end up with your mate. It's like you have no choice but to be attracted to some person you know nothing about. It's kinda stupid. Is that how it really works? Not like it matters anyway, I have no proof as to whether or not that's real.' She shrugs.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

“I can feel it. It’s calling me. The Moon wants me to finish what my bloodline began.” “What does that mean?” She met his gaze, fear flickering beneath the defiance. “It means it wants me to merge with it. To become the vessel it’s been waiting for.” Zevran’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then it’s not getting you.” A faint, bitter smile touched her lips. “You can’t fight the Moon, Zevran.” “Watch me.” Before she could answer, the ground shuddered. The air split with a sound like cracking glass. From the center of the courtyard, a pillar of crimson light burst upward, and the shadow within it began to take form — massive, skeletal, wearing a thousand faces of despair.