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"She carries the bloodline of the First Queens. Not diluted through generations, but direct. Hidden, protected, waiting." "That's not possible," Lady Volkov said. "The last direct Queen died—" "Twenty years ago. Allegedly." Elder Mara looked at me. "Your mother's name wasn't really Elena, was it?" Memories fractured and reformed. My mother's silver eyes that she hid with contacts. Her strange lullabies in a language that predated words. The way animals bowed when she passed. "Seraphina," I whispered. "She told me once, when she was dying. Her real name was Seraphina."

"I'm his fiancée. Dorian's. There was a marriage contract before I was born." Her eyes widened. Then something shifted in her expression, quick and strange. "So the person is you," she said softly. It made sense that she would be surprised. I was surprised too. The whole arrangement had fallen on me like a roof collapsing. Everyone in this castle seemed to wonder the same thing: why would a vampire lord marry a wolfless nobody from a dying town? "Why?" Sienna asked. The question had weight.

Marius is being hunted by werewolves and I can't let them hurt my child. "What's your name?" I ask the ghost bride. "I don't remember my real name. But everyone around here calls me Amanda." She replied. "Amanda, that's a nice name! I'm Mary and this is Marius, my son."I commented as I brought Marius down on the bed. "I know you, Mary! You're the one with the grim reaper before. But now, you're a vampire which is interesting." Amanda replied. "Why did you say that?" I felt confused.

"Samuel? Who's that?" The ghost bride looked completely confused. "If you say you're my husband, then tell me… Do you even know my name?" I watched as her fingernails slowly grew longer, sharpening into blade-like claws. My heart jumped into my throat, afraid she would swipe at me any second. "Ximena. Your name is Ximena!" The ghost bride slowly retracted her claws, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Well… it seems we really do know each other."

Lord Ambrose snickered. Ricca smiled at him. This wasn’t about being generous, the devil isn’t generous: He just haven’t said exactly what he wants from the current alpha. “If i may speak air, rumors also have it that the cursed hybrid, your granddaughter, might have lived with them, my lord. My intel said that Lucifer’s son, Eros, had been going around asking questions about a certain female. Her name is Seraphina.” Vlad added. Hearing Vlad’s words, Ricca looked at her Sire in surprised. “You have a granddaughter?” She asked him.

“There’s more. The scent on the corpses wasn’t just wolf. There was dragon shifter energy mixed in. This wasn’t the work of rogues. It was a hybrid—a powerful one.” “Fuck,” I muttered. “This is a big problem.” “Exactly,” Drake said. “We could be dealing with a hybrid who has the energy of both a vampire and a dragon. Or a wolf-vampire hybrid.” “They have names, you know,” Drake added. “What?” “A dragon-vampire hybrid is called a Draculeth. A wolf-vampire hybrid is called a Lycavor. And as for hybrids with witch powers… well, those are so rare, they’re not even named in our history. Same goes for the hybrid who has two animal spirits”

' thought Eskylrious with a smirk . " I.......seriously.......look ! I am sorry if I said anything that offended you ! " said Kiara with a serious expression and a nervous smile . Eskylrious put his hand away and lifted her from the table then slowly placed her on the chair . ' I really don't understand this guy . ' thought Kiara with a confused expression . " Hmh...pp !............In short , the bride is a peace bridge between the ruling clan of the vampires and the other clans . " said Eskylrious .

Vera overheard a group of women behind her murmuring breathlessly that they would give their last inheritance to wear a designer like this. Vera smirked. This was exactly why she was here. The joy swelling in her chest felt almost holy. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the officiator began. Didi had chosen her nephew, another pompous man who wore arrogance like a tailored suit. “We have gathered here today to witness the solemnization of my good friend, Charles Donovan, and my favorite niece, Dally Shawn. The two lovebirds who, against all odds, found their way to each other—” Vera snorted.

Finn asked in a whisper. "Braeden Vause is the alpha of alphas and comes from one of the oldest werewolf lineage. His wife, Cloris, also comes from one. A few years ago, werewolf hunters raided her pack and killed everyone in it. She's only alive because she was out with Braeden Vause." Hezell's voice came up too in a whisper. Hazel narrowed her eyes a little. Her father and brother were having a conversation when everyone was drunk and in a place closed off to the rest of the family. She found every bit of it suspicious.

His acquaintance sighs. —Don't hurry, Mégas. - He hisses. - You know very well what I've come for. —We shall discuss it in private. - Alex spats. The black-haired man bows. —Allow me to introduce myself, beautiful fortune teller.- he says to me- My name is Vladislaus Dragulia. You may have heard of me, I am much better known by the name of Count Dracula.