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I folded my hands across my chest and frowned at him in both confusion and annoyance. "Stop-just-" Alex huffed in frustration before covering his face with his hands and letting out a sigh in exasperation. I was about to say something else too but stopped when I heard a few girls groan and my eyes snapped towards the crowd. I noticed Joey, Franklin,danny and other vampires digging their fangs into the girls neck, sucking them hungrily and I could feel my eyes widening at the sight. They were doing it in public? Why? It was already getting dark, we were supposed to go home.

Claire rolled her eyes and then left the room, I smirked and took a deep breath, looking at the PC screen on. “Should I be concerned?” I heard Hyperion's question in jest. “Oh no… I only kill virtual people. It's a roleplaying game. Today we're going to finish a Vampire the Mask campaign, a very famous game even. In this case, I'm playing with a 9th generation vampire, let alone an old one, La Sombra, which is one of the clans, and which has the pyromaniac defect. Our mission is to invade a Caern, which is a place with great magical and pure power, so to speak, these places are usually protected by Werewolves, who are divided by tribes and within the tribes there are packs, which can be mixe

The moonlight cut through the darkness, casting soft silver over the ornate blackwood desk where Alaric sat, sipping bitter herbal tea he didn’t particularly enjoy—trying to feel human again. A knock came. Firm. Precise. He already knew who it was. ALARIC: “Come in, Lady Maika.” The door opened and the Vampire Princess stepped through, elegant and lethal, her raven hair flowing like shadows behind her. She moved like a ghost of nobility—graceful, silent, dangerous. MAIKA: “You’ve grown perceptive.” ALARIC (dryly): “You smell like roses and danger. Hard to miss.” She didn’t smile. Instead, she handed him a crystal tablet. Alaric read the readings Cane had compiled. The data was detailed—and t

Scattered across the wood were ancestral records in forgotten scripts, alongside sleek holo-displays showing market indices and coded chatter. Ariaelle’s golden-flecked eyes, sharp as hunting blades, traced the latest incoming message on a secure channel. The encrypted transmission dissolved into readable text: reports of pitched fights in the city’s shadowed byways, where vampire patrols clashed with human vigilantes, and we can reclaim the balance of power. Tonight, we choose our destiny. We decide whether to remain ghosts in the night or to stride into the age with fangs bared.”

"Tonight, I'm going to pretend to be every monster at the Conclave. I'll say things designed to break you. To make you flinch. To make you cry. Your job is to stand there and give me nothing." I raised an eyebrow. "You're going to try to make me cry?" "I'm going to try to make you bleed, Seraphina. Emotionally. Psychologically. If you can survive me at my worst, you can survive them at theirs." He walked to the library door. "Rest. Read. Prepare. We begin at midnight." He left. I sat in the silent library, surrounded by centuries of knowledge, holding a book of rules written by a dead vampire. And somewhere in the walls, Margot whispered.

Sinister whispers reverberated through the dark corridors, and the cold touch of fear lingered in the air, warning all who dared to intrude upon this unholy sanctuary. As the group entered the chamber, the coffins all opened, allowing their occupants to emerge. The vampires bared their fangs, their eyes aglow, poised to charge at the intruders. One vampire lunged forward in attack, but a sudden rush of wings brushed past, knocking the vampire back into his coffin, which promptly sealed shut, trapping him inside.

I clutch the pendant, whisper his name like a prayer into the dark. “Adrian.” The mate mark on my wrist burns cold and empty, like it’s mourning too. RAEL THORN –( FOREST, SAME NIGHT ) Rael slips through the trees like smoke, meets a hooded vampire at the border stones. “You’re late,” the vampire hisses . “Had to wait till the screaming stopped,” Rael answers, handing over a rolled parchment . “Full defense map. Every watch post, and every weak point.” The vampire unrolls it, red eyes gleaming. “The king will be pleased.”

"Um…can I talk to you? Should I act like we're having a conversation?" "Glamored attendants can talk to each other. Vampires sometimes tell us to go mingle, so it's not unheard of. Just act normal, but don't yell or get angry. Any overwhelming display of emotions will rat you out." I relax and turn to face him. "I'm Jay," he says, extending a hand. I shake it, and can't help but stare at the intricate tattoo that covers his arm. In the center of a design, there's a glowing chip-like thing that looks like a studded piercing. "That's my blood mark. It's just a fancy name for a tattoo, but the tiny diamond here connects me to my master. That way he can sense if I'm close, in pain, alive or dead

He declared running his fingers on the note at the bottom left of the note where the name he mentioned appeared. “If their mother is a vampire then they are vampires.” Amaya analyzed. “I think we should call Marissa,” Hadrian said. “There is another name here, Zachary Taylor. It must be another Vampire. Amaya, you're dealing with five vampire brothers.” Hadrian scolded, raising his voice at the last sentence. “I'm sorry.” Amaya whined. “Go and get some rest. I have three lines of sentences left to finish the note and I would destroy it afterward.” Hadrian said.

He was too lenient in tormenting me, unlike what he did to Danrious. Perhaps he's so furious with Kaelyn because she's Tita Rose's daughter from his first marriage. I walked down the hallway, carrying the books I borrowed from the library. The final exams are approaching, and even though I might be a vampire, I still need to study to interact with people. I looked at my arm, which was growing pale, with my green and violet veins prominently visible. Glancing at the clock as I passed by, I realized it was already morning, and I needed to hurry home.