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Her mind finally understood what he was talking about as she stared at him in shock. How could he do these nasty things without even feeling them made her face show how much she felt disgust towards him as she watched his face, and rage poured through her veins. She felt like ,He had turned his emotions off just like vampires do. "Enough, please stop this nonsense already Damien, I am weary of your sick games, you should take help from a psychologist, you are insane",Damien's eyes grew gloomy as he heard her venomous words.

"Yes! Kill her, my bloodthirsty little servant!" "Give her to me!" She could only turn to stare up at Nicholas again, her vision blurring and distorting as her head continued to swim. Battling between reality and unconsciousness. The vampire simply stared her down. Gazing at her drained and almost lifeless expression. Hearing those sluggish and slowing heartbeats. Her wheezing breaths. There was so much blood pooling somewhere close by. He could feel the potent scent of it. Its mouthwatering aroma. He wanted to slurp it. Lick every last single drop of it. It smelled so incredibly delicious. Unlike anything he'd ever smelt before.

"Mine is supernatural and mystery." "Am guessing you must like romance novels.... I mean all girls does...... " I shut the book am reading with a loud thud, cutting him shut. raising my head to give him a glare, I growl out in frustration. "I don't like romance novels, they are so cheeky and so unreal, I prefer supernaturals, especially were wolves. Satisfied." "Umh.... Almost." He smiles sheepishly. I rub on the tip on my nose with my fingers, massaging it softly.

The people at the inn will notice that something is wrong. I understood what it meant when I saw Ryson drinking blood from that maid. Feeding on humans. On weak people. I had read too many books, watched too many movies, heard too many stories about myths and legends, liked fiction very much. Where humans and vampires didn't get along. Most stories ended in romance, hate, war and death. I wondered how my story will be like seeing that my life is now twisted with these creatures. Vampires. Just saying the name creeps me out. Chills running up and down my spine like waves on the sea.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

And revenge. For his dangerous tattooed queen. The one who killed him. The one he would make his, no matter how many lifetimes it took. This is a streamy Dark Fantasy Werewolf Romance book you don't want to miss for anything. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to miss this.

The Demonkin still stirred. The Lunarch still plotted. The realms still watched. But Raven and Victoria — bound by blood, by shadow, and by unbreakable love — were ready. Queens of Valros. Partners in war and peace. Together until the end of eternity. And the story of the Necromantress and the Blood Princess was only just beginning.

Isabella’s POV My hands trembled as I slowly opened the bedroom door. The hallway was dark except for the occasional flashes of lightning outside the large windows. Thunder echoed loudly through the mansion. But somehow… None of that scared me anymore. Because right now, the most dangerous thing in this house wasn’t the storm. It was Sebastian Blackwood. And I was walking willingly toward him. My heart pounded violently with every step I took toward his room. Part of me still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.

I could hear the low murmur of wolves inside, their voices carrying fragments of tension and curiosity. Adrian paused at the threshold, his thumb stroking my knuckles. "They'll smell us," he said quietly. "The bond. The blood. The sex." "Let them," I replied, meeting his storm-gray eyes. "I'm not hiding what we are." He nodded once, then pushed the door open. The common area fell silent as we entered. Dozens of eyes tracked us—some wary, some hungry, a few openly hostile. I kept my chin high, the vampire princess walking through a den of beasts who'd been raised to tear my kind apart. Adrian led me past the long table, past the scattered pelts and weapons, toward the stairs that led to his p