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The moonlight guided her way as she disappeared into the night, leaving the castle and Leita behind, ready to face whatever dangers awaited her. ----- Claimed by my alpha bully - Updated chapter 1 The baby daddy is a vampire - Resuming in a few days

She tried to pry my hands off of her, looking as if she had never seen anything more nightmarish than herself. "What are you?" she cried in a choking panic. Jacques had no idea of what I was. Too late, now my dagger-sharp teeth were perfectly on guard. The girl's pulse was beating in my ears. My stomach was rumbling. I couldn't stop this powerful temptation anymore. There was the part of me that wanted it. The warm blood in her veins was calling me like a siren. Now I was ready, ready to feed off her. But before I could strike, Jacques shoved me so hard, I went flying through the window. It seemed like this psychic vampire didn't just use only her physical strength. I fell far away on the co

I turned, bid my mother farewell, and departed with the bulls. The Chief Priest led me straight to the inner chamber after spelling out the rules and regulations. They all loved and admired my courage, none of them knew what I'm here for. The pain I felt when Ajonwa came on me cannot be explained." Aku narrated. "What did he do when he saw the blood?" "He licked the blood, his eyes became red and I noticed his strength went out of the way and I could not stand him anymore he left me and promised to return," Aku explained.

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.

I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire. If this is what it takes to avenge my loss, I don’t mind giving my life. “Ophelia! Don’t do that!” Queen Romina cried, but I only continued. “Mea vita pro morte sua…” My life for his death. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt like I was reborn in new and more powerful body. I could feel the overflowing energy on my veins, the heat of fire around me, my soul aching for blood, and my every nerve screaming for death.

asked Leora later. Eleanor then began to tell the history of their family who inherited the holy blood for generations. This sacred blood is the blood indispensable to the vampire family. They need this holy blood for the survival of their offspring. There aren't many vampire families left, but they definitely exist and are always looking for Leora's whereabouts. Because only a handful of people still have this sacred bloodline. Although it is heavy and difficult to understand, but Leora tries to understand what her grandmother is telling her. She nodded and listened to what Eleanor said.

every rustle of leaves, every shifting wolf in the distance amplified, as if the moon were inside her skull, beating like a second heart. The sky above cracked with red clouds that shouldn’t have been there. No storm. No thunder. Just... pressure. A rising tension. The prelude to something old and holy and catastrophic. The Blood Phase had begun. And with it came the waking dreams. It started with a flicker. A twitch behind her eyes. Then the world broke. She saw Asher. His throat torn open, blood bubbling between his teeth. Reaching for her. Then Victor. On his knees, screaming in a language older than English. Fire in his mouth. His chest hollowed out like a sacrificial offering.

Chapter 104 Noah's hazel eyes gleamed with an unsettling rage as he charged forward, leaving his companions stunned and wary. As the moon bathed Starry Hill in its eerie, blood-red glow, Noah's world narrowed down to a singular, burning desire for vengeance. His heart ached with the unbearable loss of Myla, and the memories of innocent lives taken by these malevolent witches and vampires fueled an unquenchable anger within him.

Scrolls crumbled at her touch, their contents lost to time, but some books remained intact. Finally, Caroline let out a quiet breath. “Here,” she said, holding up a thick leather-bound tome. The cover was embossed with a symbol Olivia recognized—the same sigil that had appeared in her visions. She opened it, her breath catching as she read the first lines. "The curse of the first blood is not a punishment but a choice. A sacrifice made in the name of power." The words sent a chill through her. She turned the page, scanning the text as Caroline and Ralph leaned in beside her.