Mathias's body throbbed with agony from the brutal impact of the fall. Hurled into the air and forcefully slammed onto the ground, he experienced excruciating pain. Despite being a witch, the intensity of the pain was no different from that of an ordinary human. Yet, he couldn't afford to dwell on his wounds or indulge in self-pity. Adams, in his fierce, beastly form, was closing in on him rapidly. With devilish red eyes filled with rage and elongated, razor-sharp claws, Adams appeared like a creature of pure wrath. Mathias knew he had to act swiftly if he wanted to survive. Summoning his strength amidst the pain, Mathias uttered an incantation through gritted teeth, "Estalibon Dtrrrti FITGRI." Just as Adams was about to strike with his lethal claws, the spell took effect. Instantly, Adams felt as if the weight of an entire planet had descended upon his head. Buckling under the immense pressure, he dropped to one knee, his hands clutching his skull, desperately fighting the excruciati
“Good, you have to stay far away from her until all this is over starting from today," Mathias said firmly, his voice laced with concern and determination. Somewhere in Great Hill town Sergeant Chriswell and Officer Smokes stepped out of their police vehicle and entered a bustling restaurant, seeking solace in a hot meal. Seated at a table facing each other, they were served delicious hamburgers, but Sergeant Chriswell couldn't keep his troubling thoughts at bay. “You know, I've been trying to deceive myself, pretending that everything is alright in our little town. But you know what? I can't pretend any longer," he confessed, his voice heavy with unease. “What do you mean?" Officer Smokes asked, her eyes fixed on him. "I'm talking about all the strange occurrences in this town—the unexplained deaths, the missing teenage girls who were never found, the unresolved murder case at X Fang bar, and Sheriff Jenkins' peculiar behavior of late. He always walks as if something is constantl
[ One week to Clara's seventeenth birthday ] Inside the five-star hotel apartment, Eric Damian was logging in. Two beautiful ladies lay half-naked on the sofa, motionless and unconscious, with bite marks almost all over their bodies—on their necks, arms, laps, and even their tummies. Eric Damian came out from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He briefly glanced at the ladies before walking to his wardrobe. He meticulously picked out a black designer suit and trousers, a white long-sleeve shirt, a belt, a necktie, and an Italian leather pair of shoes. He laid the clothes on the bed, discarded his towel, and began dressing himself up. First, he put on the crisp white shirt, then smoothly slid into his trousers, securing them with the belt. His foot slipped into the Italian leather shoes. As he held the necktie in his hand, he hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to wear it. In the end, he decided against it and tossed it back into the wardrobe. With his long bl
Likewise the first day she set her eyes on Adams, she had this strong feeling that they were meant for each other, a surge of excitement and anticipation ran through her veins. But both boys, Adams and Steven, each held a special place in her heart, causing a constant whirlwind of emotions. Clara just wished they all could be friends, yearning for a harmonious connection between them. "Hey Clara, I have been looking for you," Anna called out from the back, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency, instantly capturing Clara's attention. Then she hurriedly dragged Clara away with her, her grip tight and filled with a mix of determination and worry. Meanwhile, still in Great Hill High... Two of Steven's friends, Gova and Hendrick, found themselves in the boys' locker room, exhausted after a sweaty football practice. Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads as they changed into their clothes. Suddenly, Adam's ex-girlfriend, Ella, burst into the locker room, creating a chaotic atmosph
Clara was in the midst of her friends Caleb, Anna, Ken, Patricia, and, not forgetting, Mathias. Later on, she caught sight of Adams, and a frown formed on Mathias' face. “Ah, your knight in shining armor has arrived once again to whisk you away,” Anna said to Clara, and both girls giggled childishly, their laughter filled with an air of excitement. “Clara, I will be taking the train home,” Mathias announced, barely waiting for her response before briskly walking away, leaving Clara with a sense of unease and guilt. “It seems someone is feeling a tinge of jealousy,” Anna observed, her tone carrying a hint of playful teasing, further deepening Clara's regret for hurting Mathias. However, her sadness quickly evaporated as a familiar voice called out her name, causing her heart to flutter. “Hello, Clara,” Adams greeted, his voice warm and filled with affection. He gently placed his right hand on her cheek, causing Clara to feel a rush of warmth spreading through her. A wide smile lit u
[Inside an abandoned warehouse.] Vivian remained unconscious, her body slumped in the chair, battered and broken from the relentless torment inflicted upon her by the witch Malia. The excruciating pain had pushed her to the point of unconsciousness, yet even in her agony, she refrained from calling out to Damian for help or revealing her knowledge of Eric Damian to her captors. As she sat motionless, face down and unconscious, her adopters, including Malia and seven others, engaged in a heated discussion. "It appears we have erred in our judgment. This woman clearly has no knowledge of Eric Damian. If she did, she would have divulged it by now," Malia remarked, frustrated by Vivian's silence despite the suffering she had endured. "But the boss specifically stated that she would lead us to the vampire Damian," one of the men with a serpent tattoo on his neck interjected, his voice betraying his true nature as a vampire, just like the other five men present. The remaining three indiv
Damian remained locked in a piercing gaze, his eyes drilling into her with an intensity that unsettled her. The witch girl squirmed uncomfortably, unable to decipher the thoughts swirling within Damian's mind. "I'm not jesting," she stammered, her voice trembling with fear. She held the knife against Vivian's neck, her wavering grip revealing her own vulnerability. Without flinching, Damian retorted, his voice laced with an unwavering determination, "I've sworn death upon you all, and I never break my promises. The only way you'll leave here is in death's embrace." "Then she dies too!" the witch screamed, raising the knife with murderous intent. But before she could carry out her sinister plan, Damian swiftly intercepted her, forcefully separating her from Vivian. A wicked smirk danced upon Damian's lips as he taunted, "Have you forgotten? I possess superhuman speed." He delved into her mind, seizing control of her right arm—the very arm clutching the knife. "What's happening? Wha
Damian cradled Vivian in his arms, utilizing his super speed to transport her swiftly to her house. Despite his healing blood having mended her wounds, Vivian still felt a lingering exhaustion and weakness. The realization that she could have perished had Damian not intervened kept her in a state of lingering shock. Gently, Damian placed Vivian on her bed, tucking her in snugly with a soft duvet. "You need to rest now," he whispered, his voice tender as he affectionately patted her head, his gaze locked with hers. Vivian nodded, her gratitude evident in her eyes. "I will return in the morning to check on you. Goodbye for now," Damian stated, preparing to take his leave. "Damian," Vivian called out softly, her voice filled with vulnerability. He paused, turning to face her fully, his expression attentive. "Please, can you stay with me tonight? I'm afraid to be alone," Vivian pleaded, her plea tinged with a mixture of fear and longing. After a brief moment of contemplation, Damian