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
“You don't know, do you? You have no inkling of what your son truly is," the man in the hat said, his tone filled with incredulity and a touch of fascination. "What do you mean? I am not the father of that wretched boy. You've got the wrong man," he retorted, his voice laced with defensive denial. "Then you are utterly useless to me," the man in the hat stated dismissively, his words dripping with disdain. Meanwhile, Mathias lay unconscious on the cold floor, caught in the depths of his own subconscious. In his hazy state, a voice broke through the darkness—a voice that belonged to his long-lost grandfather. "Rise, Mathias." "It is time to fight, Mathias." "I said, get up!" "I said, get up, Mathias!" Mathias' eyes snapped open, their pure white hue resembling freshly fallen snow. His body defied gravity, levitating into the air as he ascended toward the very window from which he had been mercilessly thrown. Just as the man in the hat was poised to strike down Mathias' foster f
[In the hilly parts of the woods] Vincent, who was the black wolf, had 10 other wolves surrounding Adams and the rest, their target was mainly Clara, but they didn't mind killing any other humans as well. The brown wolf, which was Noah, stepped forward, standing side by side with Adams, trying to serve as protection. They knew they were outnumbered and outmatched; they couldn't possibly take on eleven mature wolves. "Everyone stay behind me," Adams said to Clara and the rest, and they clustered themselves at his back. Adams glanced at the brown wolf, Noah. Though Noah projected a brave outlook, Adams knew he was terrified. Yet, Noah wouldn't abandon him, and Adams couldn't let him fight alone. After all, this was his battle. Adams had always sensed Vincent's jealousy since he was the Mano beta. Over time, that jealousy had grown into anger and hatred, particularly since the day Adams had humiliated him in front of his pack members. Adams had known a day like this might come, where
After killing the hunter, the black wolf faced Clara and her mom once more, his eyes piercing into their souls. He glanced at the white wolf, who was now engaged in a fierce battle for survival, surrounded by attacking wolves. The relentless assault on the white wolf provided the black wolf with the opportunity he needed to complete his deadly task. The relentless pursuit had taken its toll on the white wolf, its physical and emotional strength waning. The black wolf growled devilishly, his menacing demeanor sending chills down Clara's spine. Slowly, he approached Clara and her mom, his movements calculated and filled with malice. Dr. Ellen positioned herself in front of Clara, prepared to sacrifice her own life to ensure Clara's survival. "Run, Clara! Run away!" Dr. Ellen screamed desperately, her voice tinged with fear. But Clara remained resolute, refusing to flee. Her gaze fixated on the white wolf, Adams, as he fought valiantly against the relentless onslaught. She witnessed the
Back inside the building... "I know what you are," Clara said, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. Damian stared at her, a wave of fear crashing over him, dreading the possibility that his own daughter might be scared of him, fearful of the monster he had become. "I won't harm you," he said, his voice filled with gentle reassurance, his words aimed at dispelling her fears and restoring trust. "A vampire, you are a vampire," Clara stated matter-of-factly, her words striking Eric's heart. In that moment, he wished fervently that he could deny his vampiric nature, longed to tell her that he was simply her father, not a creature of darkness. "You are right, I am a vampire, but please believe me when I say I harbor no ill intentions towards you or your mother. I would never cause you any harm," Eric spoke with utmost sincerity, his voice carrying the weight of his genuine concern. "Is your name even Evans Damon?" Clara inquired, and Damian's throat tightened as h