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Then, in the corner, climbing down the side of the castle, I see a male vampire with dark blond hair, wine-red eyes, and a mischievous smile staring at me. “Who are you?” I ask, at the same time placing my hand on my chest from the fright. “Ah, you don’t know? What a shame. I’m Adrian, Marian’s brother, Eros’s cousin,” he introduces himself, staring at me. “Ah!” I bow my head in respect, and he jumps in front of me, standing two steps away. “Admiring the night?” “Yes.” My stomach growls; I place my hand on it and feel embarrassed. “Sorry.”

Gradually, my nerves calm and my breathing goes back to normal, abiding by his words even though my brain is still in chaos. “Would you stop with whatever the hell it is that you’re doing?” I have no idea how he does it. All I know is that I just want it to stop. Before he has a chance to speak or worse make me stop speaking, I ask one last thing. “What’s our situation exactly? I don’t even know your name.” “My name is Maxwell Barnett and you, Charlie Preston, will be my vampire bride.” He sees my intent to speak, so before a word could come out of my mouth he tells me to remain quiet and listen.

The doors from the dining room opened, and there walking with a deadly look, was the person who could kill any vampire and not think twice about doing it. The Count himself... Count Vladimir Dracula. Nolite mi- stop my dear Reversus es, amica mea-Your back my love

Elena says in awe. “They are a strange species. But Dracula's bloodline has a thing for destruction,” “What are you saying?” Rachael asks. “Mors et tempestas, death and the storm. That was the name they called Dracula's sons. Centuries ago, they destroyed villages and toppled civilizations. Individually they were called Mortem and Tempestas, but together, Mors et tempestas. When The Storm came, he brought Death with him. If you met them back then, you would all be dead,” Marcel finishes his drink.

I accused, my voice trembling with hurt and betrayal. Drake's anguished cry pierced the air. "No, Yvonne, I would never betray you like that. I swear it," he pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. I stared at him, disbelief mingling with the pain in my heart. "Then how? How do you know about werewolves and vampires?" I demanded, my voice barely above a whisper. With a heavy heart, Drake approached me, his expression filled with sorrow. "I know who you are, Yvonne Brooks. The daughter of Arthur and Catherine Brooks, the heiress of the Moonlight Pack. I know that you're a werewolf," he confessed softly.

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

At the center of the group stood Lilith, a powerful vampire sorceress known for her cunning and ruthlessness. "We cannot let the werewolves believe they have won," Lilith declared, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Draven's defeat is only a temporary setback. We must awaken him and reclaim our dominance." A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembly. One of the elders, a vampire named Vlad, stepped forward. "There is a witch," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "She possesses the power to bring Draven back. Her name is Morgana, and she dwells in the Dark Woods."

____________________ Charles, the vampire king. A tall and handsome man with ocean-blue eyes and long blonde hair. A hunk with an athletic body and a good ruler of the vampire kingdom. His Queen, Hilda. An equally tall woman with green eyes and blonde hair. A mother figure of the vampire kingdom. The couple had three children, two sons and a daughter. Daniel, Williams and Zendaya.

She laughed “I’m serious, he… has a girlfriend”. “He has a girlfriend? And he brought you here instead of her, common girl, are you deceiving me or yourself ?”. Crystal stared at her through the mirror. “What’s your name?”. She asked. “Hazel”. She smiled, as she slowly transformed. “Oh my, you’re the woman in the room?”. Crystal gasped. Hazel smiled. “Yes, how did you get past Damien?”. “Nothing is impossible without magic, baby girl”. She

He took another drag and continued, “We didn’t expect it to be the Bleeding Brides’ Coven we’re dealing with.” “Bleeding Brides?” “Some elder vampire witch started a cult, abducted young virgins back in the Middle Ages, turning them into his kind.” Drusden grimaced, staring off. “Sick bastard, if you ask me.” He took another drag. “We’ve crossed paths a dozen times, always chasing the same prize.” Gildeon scowled. “Why am I only hearing about this now?” His voice rumbled through the room. “I had a hunch, but I didn’t get confirmation until they made a move on our base.”