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“He isn’t particularly famous in Howlspire,” she explained. “But he is very well known in Eboncrest.” Alexander’s expression had gone completely serious now. “He was the first vampire ever born… a natural gift from the moon goddess,” Alexander explained quietly. My breath caught. I stared at Clarissa in complete shock. “You’re saying my father was a vampire??” “Yes,” Clarissa confirmed. “And our mother was a werewolf.” My mind struggled to process the words.

Henry advised him. “I know that, but we gave a far greater enemy to worry about, afterall, the devil we know is far greater than the Angel we have not seen. You have watched the video i sent right?” Larry asked him. “Yes I did, but it doesn’t make any sense to me that this mysterious vampire is kidnapping just girls.” Henry said, leaning over his sofa. “His name is Ambrose Lazar and he’s looking for his granddaughter, who is said to be a ticking time bomb if she resurfaces and gets to meet Lucifer’s cursed son, Eros.” Lucifer explained to him.

People pushed against one another, trying to get closer to the royal announcement board. Curiosity flickered quietly inside me. Slowly, I stepped closer. A large parchment bearing the royal seal had been nailed at the center of the board. BY ORDER OF HIS MAJESTY, THE KING To preserve peace between the Human Kingdom and the Vampire Kingdom, a royal marriage alliance shall be established. An unmarried woman shall be selected as the human bride of the Vampire Crown Prince. The moment people finished reading it, panic erupted across the square. “What?!” “They want to send one of our daughters to the vampires?”

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.

’ Deciding to move to another section whose names begin with ‘A,’ I see there are at least twelve names of Royals whose names start with ‘A,’ including Amilia’s. Amilia is almost at the end of the list. They registered her name to the list twenty-eight years ago. After that, there’s only one more name of another vampire. But nothing more to it, finding it a dead end. I try to get another totem and check the family tree and history. Scrolling through the family tree, I see Count Vlad being the first on it as the head of the family. His name only had a connection and was to his deceased mate Serafim, the vampire witch who looks precisely like Amilia.

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.

,my dad looked ready to break down. "sorry we haven't seen any females in months",the head vampire moved closer as we spoke. "okay thanks for your time",my dad turned his shoulders sagged and the vampire touched him. "can I have your number and a description of her I will call if we run into her",my dad sighed sadly and gave his cell and name. "her name is Hannah Cross and she may be upset we were a shit family for so long",some tears slipped and he sniffed fast wiping them. These vamps looked at him and nodded.

"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.