Raina grew up in the quiet town of Windshade Hollow, where nothing exciting ever happens—except for the chilling tales of a vampire family that once brought the town to the brink of extinction. Strong, fast, and unmatched in her combat skills, Raina dreams of facing a real vampire, unaware that her own bloodline is bound to them in a deadly way: she’s a vampire devourer, destined to hunt those who prey on humanity. When strange killings shake the town, Raina is determined to prove to the townsfolk that vampires have returned. But Liam, a vampire tracking a creature threatening to expose his kind, complicates her mission. He needs her strength; she needs his knowledge. Trust, however, doesn’t come easily when old grudges run deep and the line between ally and enemy blurs. As danger looms, Raina and Liam must set aside their differences and work together to face a deadly threat that could destroy not just Windshade Hollow, but both their worlds.
View MoreRaina's POVI opened my eyes with a start to see the vampire leaning over me, his lips pressed to mine—again. “Eww,” I jumped, shoving him away. “Stop doing that.”“Doing what?” he asked, looking genuinely taken aback.“Kissing me! It’s rude to do that against someone’s will.”“You were unconscious. I don’t think you would've answered if I had asked. I only did it to save your life.”“Oh.” I rubbed my arms, the wind biting against my soaked skin. “I didn’t know vampires could give CPR.” He raised a brow. I shrugged. “You’re dead. How can you give me oxygen when you don’t even breathe?” “I’m a wind vampire. I manipulate air.”Okay. That wasn't in any of the research I did last night.“So, there are different types of vampires?”“Yeah. Reaper, Augustine, wind—wait, you seriously traded your memories for this?” His gaze scanned me.“Hey! This”—I gestured at myself—”is Windshade’s fastest and strongest fighter. I can have you on your ass in less than a second.” I bluffed.He smirked.
Raina's POV A cold chill ran up my spine, choking the breath from my lungs. The vampire stood unnervingly still, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that sent my instincts screaming. Every muscle in my body tensed, but I couldn't move, fear rooting me in place.Mel.The name curled around me like a whispered curse. I didn't know any Mel. At least, I didn't think I did. But the way he said it—like it was a name that belonged to me—sent a ripple of unease through me.I forced myself to speak, drawing in a shaky breath. “You've got the wrong person.”His lips curled, his fangs gleaming under the pale morning light. “No, I don't.”My pulse thundered in my ears, my mind racing through options. Run? Scream? Attack? None of them seemed wise against a creature that had already proven it could kill. And from last night's research, I was outmatched in strength and speed. I didn't stand a chance.“What do you want?” I asked, stalling for time.The vampire titled his head slightly, his b
Raina's POV My mind scrambled for an excuse—something, anything—that wouldn't land me in the back of a police squad car.“I heard about the news,” I said quickly, watching as his eyes narrowed, “so I came to see if there were any missing clues. You know, in case what happened to my parents is the same thing that happened to her.” I dropped my gaze, hoping to play pitiful.Sheriff Grant's face softened, but his scowl remained. “Raina, it's been seven years. The police are still looking into your parents’ disappearance, but that doesn't give you the right to go around town playing detective.”I sighed, forcing a regretful expression. “I'm sorry. I.. I should probably get to work then.”Brushing past him, I hurried toward the steps, but his voice stopped me before I could leave the porch. “Raina, did you, perhaps, deliver a package to Miss Agnes yesterday? Maybe saw something?”My stomach clenched, panic clawing its way to the surface. The last thing I needed was a run-in with the law,
Raina's POVThe scent of blood clung to me long after I left Miss Agnes's house. It was in my hair, beneath my fingernails, and on the fibres of my clothes, like a stain that would never wash out. But worse than the physical reminder was the knowledge pressing against my skull—the certainty that Windshade Vampires had returned.And I was probably the only one who knew.I had wanted to call the police, to tell them everything. But who would believe me? The last recorded vampire sighting had been centuries ago—long enough for people to dismiss them as nothing more than ghost stories.Unless I had proof, my words meant nothing.Keeping to the darkest corners of the street, I tried to hide the blood staining my clothes from the few pedestrians still out at this hour. Every shadow seemed to breathe, every turn felt like a trap, like someone was watching me in the dark, but I forced myself to stay calm. One vampire sighting meant nothing. I told myself that, humming softly to keep my mind f
Raina's POVBlood. It was everywhere—splattered across the walls, pooled on the floor, even smeared across the doors. The metallic tang of it filled the air, sharp and nauseating. My pulse quickened, each beat hammering against my ribs as unease crept through me. Swallowing hard, I began moving through the house, each step tentative, searching for the cause of this horrifying scene.I had come to deliver a package to Miss Agnes, as I did every week. She was always in the backyard when I arrived, waiting with a smile. My routine was simple: knock, enter, leave the package in the kitchen, and then head out back to chat for a few minutes before going on my way. But today, something was horribly wrong. The house felt lifeless, heavy with silence, except for the ominous presence of blood everywhere I looked.I had already combed through the downstairs room, my breath catching at the sight of bloody handprints smeared on the furniture, but there was no sign of Miss Agnes. My instincts screa
Raina's POVBlood. It was everywhere—splattered across the walls, pooled on the floor, even smeared across the doors. The metallic tang of it filled the air, sharp and nauseating. My pulse quickened, each beat hammering against my ribs as unease crept through me. Swallowing hard, I began moving through the house, each step tentative, searching for the cause of this horrifying scene.I had come to deliver a package to Miss Agnes, as I did every week. She was always in the backyard when I arrived, waiting with a smile. My routine was simple: knock, enter, leave the package in the kitchen, and then head out back to chat for a few minutes before going on my way. But today, something was horribly wrong. The house felt lifeless, heavy with silence, except for the ominous presence of blood everywhere I looked.I had already combed through the downstairs room, my breath catching at the sight of bloody handprints smeared on the furniture, but there was no sign of Miss Agnes. My instincts screa...
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