I take a deep breath and try my best to relax before ignoring them and heading over towards Serena's body."Forget about it, help me up here. Let's take her quickly to the sick bay."They all stare at me with complete shock before glancing at their surroundings, wondering what the hell had happened.But within a few minutes, they finally succumb and assist me in lifting up Serena's body.It's not like I can't carry her alone right now, but I have already been weakened by the extreme anger and annoyance I felt few minutes ago, and now that I have managed to calm down, it's already taking its toll on me, draining about 70% of my strength.Few minutes later, we are finally at the sick bay, and we hand Serena over to the doctor in charge who promises to look into her and ensure that she is in perfect state of health.I finally relax against one of the chairs in the waiting area as Brian and Ryan stand before me, folding the
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Serena's POVI suddenly feel the intense desire to unleash a heavy sneeze from my nose, and it forces me to quickly get up from the bed. Using my left hand to obstruct my nose, I sneeze loudly, but then an extreme sharp pain fills my head, forcing me to wince and fall back down against the bed, groaning out and struggling to regain control of myself."What the hell happened?" I wonder to myself before slowly opening my eyes to behold my surroundings.I am lying down on a bed, so I glance around what appears to be a hospital, with the bright lights on the ceiling flashing into my eyes, almost blinding me.I quickly squint my eyelids before blinking rapidly and looking around me."How the hell did I get here?" I wonder to myself, still thinking and feeling sleepy when everything finally flushes back into my memory.Isabella.Isabella was the one who did this to me. I was trying to head to class, and then she atta
I feel the entire air being drained completely from my body as I continue to look at him, leaning my head against the pillow on the bed, completely weak. I am trapped and paralyzed in this spot with countless thoughts running through my mind as I bite down hard against my bottom lip. There is no way I can escape this now since my hands are currently attached to the drip, and if I make any move, I might actually cause myself a deadly injury. But then I can still feel his warm breath against my face as he brings his face closer until our noses are touching. The look in his eyes makes me twist my toes with so many boiling sensations I can't describe running through my body. Good goddess, he looks so hot and so sensual and so dangerously delicious—I just want to hold him so tight. He chuckles as he lifts up his hand and begins to brush his fingers against my lips slowly while gazing at my face.
He raises up his hands and scratches them against his neck, smiling nervously."Oh my bad, I'm so sorry about that. Please forgive me—forget I said that," he says, and I quickly shake my head before looking away from him."Never mind. It doesn't matter anyway. She is the one enjoying and living her life right now, and I am the one in the sick bay."He leans closer and attempts to take my hand in his, but I move my hand away as I turn to look at him.He chuckles and gazes at the ground. "Why the hell are you still trying to be so stubborn?""How were you able to figure out what was wrong and come to my rescue?" I ask, and he looks at me for a little while, smiling deeply."Nice. I see what you're doing—trying to avoid the question, isn't it?" he asks, and I close my eyes, trying to give him the impression that I'm not ready to discuss that.He smiles and nods quickly before relaxing back against his chair. "Yeah
"You know you can't just keep on ignoring me like—"I don't allow him to complete his sentence as I close my eyes and allow myself to reach the maximum limit of my speed, swiftly moving quickly out of the hospital and finding myself directly in the middle of the school's long hallway, and I quickly stop.I smile to myself, looking at the dark, silent surroundings, and it makes me wrap my arms around myself when I feel the cold sweeping through the hallways."Wow, is this what it feels like at school in the middle of the night?" I think to myself, wrapping my arms tightly around myself, about to head towards a particular direction when Damon suddenly materializes in front of me, obstructing my way and looking at me as though he thinks I am stupid.I chuckle and lift up my hands at him. "Yeah, don't just say anything. Just leave it like that, okay?""Oh, you seriously expect me to keep quiet? I thought you wanted to head home," he says
Yeah, maybe I should have just listened to his advice to head home immediately or probably stayed back in the sick bay.But this is nothing new though.I have heard creepy, terrifying stories about how some of the supernatural mystical creatures decide to plague the school and turn it into their playground every single night, making it somewhat terrifying for students who decide to have some alone time in the middle of the night back at school.Some human students have never lived to tell the tale, and a few others who had survived had experienced the most traumatic situations of their lives—they had to be taken to therapy to recover from whatever terrifying experience had been rendered unto them.And now I can't believe that I am about to get stuck in between the same dilemma.The two bizarre-looking wolves remain stagnant where they are, snarling and grunting, revealing the extreme bloodthirst in their golden glowing eyes.
"Are you ready?" Damon says beside me as he slowly bends down and places both of his hands against the ground. "I want you to inhale and exhale and allow the adrenaline surging through your body to take complete residence over you. If you can do that, I can guarantee that you might probably give your inner beast the chance to unleash its viciousness so you can fight back and defend yourself. It's not necessary that you have to defeat these ginormous entities—I am completely sure that you cannot overpower them by yourself alone, but at least you should be able to prevent yourself from getting a severe injury that would be so fatal and detrimental to your lifespan."I exhale and close my eyes, taking in a deep breath, allowing the super fast beating of my heart to slowly take control over me just like he had said.Within a few minutes, it feels as though my entire senses have been heightened and I am walking on bubbles.I can feel every single thin
SERENA'S POVThe air turns heavier with every breath I take. It doesn't just press on my chest—it crushes it with the weight of impending doom. Like trying to breathe through viscous tar. Thick. Suffocating. Oppressive. Every labored inhale feels like it might be the last, my lungs straining against an invisible force that seeks to silence me forever.I see it in the others too—the unmistakable strain, the slow, painful unraveling of their strength. Damon's broad shoulders sag visibly, his normally perfect stance losing the military precision that usually defines him. His once-fluid movements grow increasingly sluggish, as if he's fighting through waist-deep water, each strike requiring double the effort. Cassidy stumbles mid-swipe, her dancer's grace momentarily abandoning her as she barely dodges a vampire's yellowed claw that slices the air mere inches from her flushed face. A fraction slower and her fles
SERENA'S POV The fear around me isn’t just thick—it’s suffocating, pressing into my chest with invisible hands, making it hard to breathe. It’s not panic. It’s worse. It’s the knowing kind—the kind that seeps into your bones when your body realizes you might not survive.Vampires pour into the room like a flood let loose. Their eyes burn with frenzy, fangs gleam wet with blood, and every last one of them is locked on me. I can feel their hunger like heat against my skin. My breath catches in my throat, shallow and useless. My legs refuse to move. Every muscle in my body screams to run, to fight, to do something—but I can’t even figure out where to go. There’s nowhere safe. No space left.“Hold the line!” Damon’s voice slices through the chaos like thunder cracking the sky.And then—just like that—they’re around me.Damon, Cassidy, Luna, Brooke, Ryan, Brian—they close ranks with the kind of coordination that only comes from shared survival. It’s instinctual. Protective. Fierce. They d
SERENA'S POVThe moment Brian and Cassidy step into the living room from their hiding place, I see it in their eyes. That shimmer of gold, pulsing beneath the surface like molten metal struggling to break free, tells me everything I need to know. It's their werewolf instincts kicking in—heightened senses, sharpened awareness, primal intuition thrumming beneath human skin. We were not the only ones who felt it. That oppressive pressure in the air, like the sky itself dropped a few feet lower, crushing us beneath its invisible weight. That split-second stretch of time, how the shadows dragged just a little too long, as if something unseen pulled at them, toying with reality itself. Something is terribly, dangerously wrong.Cassidy's eyes narrow, sweeping over the large space like a blade ready to strike. Her posture shifts, muscles coiling tight beneath her skin, tense and poised like a predator se
SERENA’S POVThe warmth still lingers between us—tender, quiet, and deeply comforting.I tug my shirt over my head and smooth my hair down with a soft exhale as Damon finishes buttoning his jeans. There's a softness in his gaze, a kind of afterglow that transcends the physical—it's emotional, magnetic, and hard to look away from. We don’t need to speak. The way he reaches over and intertwines our fingers says more than a thousand whispered words ever could. We’re wrapped in something real, something deeper than desire.As we step out of the room and descend the winding spiral staircase, the low hum of laughter and conversation rises to greet us. Down in the cozy living area, Luna, Ryan, and Brooke sit huddled around a rustic wooden table, a deck of cards splayed between them like a colorful puzzle. Luna’s fingers move with elegant flair, each shuffle deliber
DAMON'S POVHer words, raw and demanding – "Give me all of you. Now." – resonate deep within the core of my being, echoing through me like a physical blow. They send a powerful tremor down my spine, a vibration that has absolutely nothing to do with the lingering, pleasant tension of bringing her to a shattering release just moments before. This is something new, something fiercely reciprocal. My gaze locks with hers, instantly captivated, drowning in the brilliant, almost feverish shine that illuminates her eyes from within. I see the deep, becoming flush staining her high cheekbones, spreading down her neck – undeniable, visceral proof of the inferno I deliberately stoked within her soul. An inferno that now rages with an almost desperate need for completion, for absolute possession. She wants me. All of me. Badly. The knowledge is a potent drug, intoxicating and overwhelmingly satisfying.A lo
DAMON'S POVI can't help it. The need claws at me, an overwhelming tide that’s been building for hours, days, maybe longer. It’s a physical ache deep in my gut, a frantic energy buzzing just beneath my skin. And now… now she’s here. Right in front of me, in my apartment, the very place my fantasies have played out a thousand times. There’s nothing between us, no watchful eyes, no imminent interruption – at least, not yet.I know this is borrowed time. A stolen moment before the world, before her father, inevitably discovers she’s gone and rips her away again. That knowledge sharpens the edge of my desire, making every second precious, potent. There’s no room for discussion, no time for hesitant talk. Action is the only language that makes sense right now.With a low growl rising in my chest, I surge forward, pinning her against the cool wood of
SERENA’S POVThe night air is cool on my skin as Damon holds me close, carrying me as though I’m the most precious thing in the world. His strong, steady arms beneath me feel reassuring, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat vibrating against my cheek as I rest my head against his chest. It’s the only sound I focus on as we finally reach the apartment, my heart pounding—not just from the run, not just from the fear, but from the overwhelming swirl of emotions inside me: relief, joy, love... hunger.Damon pushes the door open, the scent of warm takeout and something faintly herbal filling the air, but there’s something else too—a tension, thick and unspoken. Inside, his friends are sprawled across the living room, a deck of cards scattered across the table between them. Brian, Ryan, and Brooke all look up in unison, their eyes widening slightly as they take in the sight of Damon cra
SERENA’S POV"Duplication spell."The words reverberate in my mind like a haunting melody, a constant echo I can’t seem to silence. I stare at Luna, my heart pounding against my ribs, my pulse a wild thing thrumming beneath my skin. My lips part, ready to ask what she means, but before I can utter a single word, the idea hits me like a rush of wind through an open window.My eyes snap wide.Luna sees it—sees the shift, the sudden spark igniting behind my gaze. Her knowing nod tells me everything: You’ve figured it out.“That…” I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath. “That’s actually a damn good plan.”I try to keep the tremor out of my voice, but it slips through. Fear coils in my gut like a restless serpent, tight and unyielding. Every second we waste here is a se
SERENA'S POVHis voice tears through the night like a thunderclap."SERENA!"That vicious snarl echoes across the courtyard, booming from the mansion like a wrathful god has awoken. The air around us seems to ripple with the weight of his fury. I freeze, my breath caught in my throat as that all-too-familiar energy crackles in the wind—raw, powerful, dangerous. The ground almost vibrates beneath our feet, and the charged magic of the night seems to shudder in fear.He isn't just calling me.He's summoning me.I turn slowly toward the building, eyes wide. The windows of the top floor glow faintly, like some angry spirit pacing behind them, twisting the darkness into something darker. Even from this distance, I can feel him—his aura whipping through the night like a hurricane made of pure rage. It's as though his very presence has bent