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He apologised, he could still perceive his faint smell, it wasn't hard to tell the pile of ashes belonged to him. Cassie didn't respond, how could she, everything had happened so fast that it felt as though she was in some sort of nightmare. She understood that If Vlad was a vampire, then the wolves that attacked her earlier weren't normal wolves but Werewolves, mythical creatures of the night. "Keep her safe Leo," He said pulling Cassie away from him. "You can't handle both of them," Leonardo said, he wasn't even sure if Lorenzo could handle Vlad. He had studied enough history books to know Vlad's power as the first vampire was unrivalled.

Damien asked, a little smirk playing across his lips. "Too late. My friends and a few others now knows about you. So get ready to die soon," "I am a vampire, I cannot be killed," Demian challenged, his brows arching as he teased her. "Even if you can't be killed, at least a bite from a werewolf should put you in a sorry state," Hazel bluffed before sinking her jolted teeth into his arm. Because she was a Werewolf, she used her bite as an advantage to get over him. When she noticed he was a little bit feeble, she snatched the ring off his finger and tried dashing off but he materialized at her front and struck her hard on the face.

The air in the chamber didn't just chill; it died. The figure standing in the corner was a grotesque mockery of life. Ronan’s body, which Zayden had broken with his bare hands, stood upright, but his limbs moved with a disjointed, mechanical twitching. The void-black eyes leaked a dark, viscous smoke that pooled at his feet. This wasn't a werewolf. This was the Hollow—an ancient, forbidden rite of the Virex line used only when a challenger refused to stay dead.

Before we could get back to the academy, it had already reached the ears of Miss Hellcat and the monsters. The monsters began gossiping about it, wondering who the killer was. "I think it's a Vamwolf!" Callista said loudly. "A Vamwolf?" they all gasped in shock, their heads turning to one another. "Yes, I am sure of it. Vampires and werewolves can't work together, so it has to be a Vamwolf!" she said sharply. "Does a being like that exist?" the monsters asked again. "When we think about it, there's nothing impossible in the supernatural world. It has to be a Vamwolf birthed from a vampire and a werewolf. And knowing he can't be accepted by anyone, he's trying to take revenge by accusing us o

" He took her order then loped out the front door to his car. As she watched him she was struck again by the animal grace of his lean body, the sleek pelt of hair on his head, the easy way he moved. Wolf! Man! I am certifiably insane. Everyone knows there are no such things as werewolves. Shifters. They're just legends and myths. But after last night and this morning, and with Halloween casting its paranormal air over everything, it was hard to dismiss her thoughts out of hand.

The alpha, once a pillar of dominance, now regarded me with a newfound respect. The vortex of shadows intensified, its luminous core pulsating with the convergence of vampiric and Heartwood magic. With a final surge of power, the assailant let out a primal howl—a sound that echoed with defeat. The vortex dissipated, leaving behind the clearing in a state of eerie stillness. As the shadows receded, the unknown wolf lay transformed, its true identity unveiled. A figure, no longer shrouded in fur and fangs, emerged—a creature of the supernatural realms, caught in the aftermath of a battle that transcended the conventional conflicts of werewolves and vampires.

To be totally honest, the Elders have forbidden the werewolf population to take vampires as mates. Vampires and werewolves have been fighting for a long time. For about 550 years, to be exact. Around that time, the first vampire and the first werewolf appeared. Everyone knows that Vlad Țepeș or Dracula is the father of all vampires, but not many know that Radu the Handsome was the first of all the werewolves. History says that Vlad Dracul, the father of Vlad and Radu, made a pact with the devil himself. The truth is that Vlad Țepeș made a deal with the Goddess of the night, and Radu a deal with the Goddess of the Moon. They made the deals so that they could save themselves from the hands of

Scarlett asked, still feeling a little bemused. "Well, yeah. There's the good Mythics - the magic users; Wizards, Fairies, Nymphs, any sort like that. But they're all mostly extinct. While Vampires, Werewolves, Serpentine, and others monsters...are the bad guys. The Dark Mythics. Ever heard of Van Helsingr?" He asked her. "As in...the old school legend Dracula killer? That Van Helsingr?" Scarlett rose her brows in amazement.

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

The werewolf then spat on the floor, facing Helsinger angrily. "Bastard. You cannot even give me an honorable death." he cursed "Are you honorable?" Helsinger asked him "At least I'm not the one forcing the weakest in my clan to kill a werewolf. Does he even know what a werewolf is?" he asked. "He doesn't need to know." Helsinger said "Oh but he does. I would rip him to tiny bits if it had not been for these bothersome chains. Dare you to remove them Helsinger." he said bringing the chains into view and started laughing