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I replied and we began to walk. “So, I kept on reading these novels, and I found out there’s someone missing about wolves in all of them.” She suddenly said and I looked at her. “What’s that?” I asked. “They didn’t write that they drink blood once a week—the blood of young girls.” She said, staring at me straight in the eye. “Those are vampires.” “Vampires drink blood to satisfy their hunger, wolves drink to sustain their powers. If you ever meet a wolf, ask them.” She said and something about the way she said it felt ominous.

Marcelo respectfully bowed before me. "Do you have any spells that can remove the impure blood of a vampire from my mate?" I asked him nonchalantly. The wizard was shocked to hear that my mate was a vampire, the enemy of wolves since the awakening. "Alpha, vampirism is not a curse. It seems like your mate died and was resurrected through the turning process. I have no power to reverse it," Marcelo explained. I let out a sigh of disappointment. I had expected Marcelo to have a solution for me. My request seemed simple enough, but apparently, no one could grant it.

She watched him intently reading her schedule. “Go back to your classes. I'll see you later mate," he said and gave her the schedule back. He disappeared into the thin air leaving Cassandra all by himself. “That fvcker,” she cursed under her breath and stomped her feet. She breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling, realizing something. Her mate is no other than Sebastian Alistair Blood and worst of all he is the vampire prince. Cassandra doesn’t know if it’s possible to be mates with a vampire. Cassandra was lost in her thoughts. She heaved a sigh and left the room. She went back to her classes as the break was finally over.

“The simple fact is that we don’t really know, do we? Maybe there’s more than one first vampire, maybe there isn’t, but we may never know the real truth.” “I guess so,” she said, but she didn’t like his explanation. Quietly, she wondered if she could find the truth. If she was going to live forever, she’d have to do something with her time – becoming a vampire historian didn’t sound like a bad way to spend that time. “Do you have any other questions?” Matthew asked. “One,” she said. “If stakes and crosses can’t harm us, what can?” “Decapitation is the only known way to kill us.”

I hugged myself, not being able to look him in the eye. "Longer, actually…" I said quietly, but he heard me. He straightened himself before moving a bit closer to me and placing a hand on my leg, "Please, tell me." He said sweetly, I nodded. "Ever since I was a girl, I've had these strange dreams; at the start they were just of me running until I came to a halt with hundreds of eyes staring at me." He sat silently as I spoke, "Then they became different," he gave me a curious look but I continued, “It started showing both the vampires and werewolves and recently, in every dream, I’ve come close to death. And for some reason, for the past two nights, there’s this red moon that keeps popping u

She shrugged, “I don't know, I just thought being rich was another vampire trait, all the vampires I've ever read about are always stinking rich.” He chuckled as he answered, “Well, if you live that long and you're still broke, then something is definitely wrong. Most of us work different jobs in different places throughout our lifetime, gathering wealth over the years, that's why vampires are usually rich.” “Interesting. Tell me more about your book. What is it about and why did you lose your inspiration?” He had a faraway look in his eyes as he said, “It's a novel. A romance novel.” She raised her brows and gave him a teasing smile. “Romance novel huh? I wouldn't have guessed that. Is it a

He asked me curiously. "Tell me if I suck," I purred lightly. He blushed and nodded to me before he relaxed under me and kissed my lips again. I ran my fingers down to his pants and shoved them down so we could be equals. He gasped slightly against my lips and then kissed me deeply, pulling me close to him. I could feel his heart racing in his chest. I wrapped his legs around me and kissed him deeply as I started to rock my hips against his. He moaned and pulled back from my lips for air, blushing as he gripped my hair a bit and arched his back. I leaned back into the kiss savagely and let out a sadistic growl to mess with him. He tensed up under me and quickly pulled back from the kiss, loo

You didn't touch a vampiress who didn't want to be touched in the first place. That is a rule that all fools should be aware of. Purebloods were very powerful. The beast inside was straining on his leash due to excitement. Everyone in the bar froze for a split second before focusing their gaze on her. The third wolf was on the floor in front of the vamp. His claws were already extending, even though he hadn't transformed yet. She yanked his head back to expose his neck with one small hand at his throat and the other clutching his hair. Vampires were notorious for going for the throat. It's all so predictable. They were always feeble because of their hunger.

I’d revisit the situation after everything blows over. She dug into her bag for an old book, talking as she thumbed through the pages. “Lycanthropy is the oldest curse in history, dating as far back as the dark ages. My ancestor was one of the women who fought against it with magic, killing the last Lycan.” A hint of a proud smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she spoke. “I wouldn’t be that smug if I were you. If your ancestor had not failed, we won’t be here trying to work together,” I spat, wishing for a moment that I could have my way with her.

Liora held the burning journal close and whispered a single word into the chaos, unsure if it was hers or Serelai’s: “Help.” The Blood Moon answered. The journal’s light burst out in a bright wave. Wolves yelped and scattered, hunters covered their eyes, even Ash and Kael stumbled back from her. When the light faded, the chapel was still and quiet, filled with horror. Every ash pile on the floor was gone. In their place stood faint glowing shapes, stone-gray, eyes like crystals. The statues they had faced before, now risen again, called by her blood. Liora’s scream caught in her throat.