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
While Clara and Adams were still locked in a passionate embrace, Eric Damian emerged from the building, letting out a deliberate cough to catch their attention. Reluctantly, they disengaged from their fervent kiss. "Your mother is awake and calling for you," Damian stated, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere. Clara's face lit up with a radiant smile as she hurriedly dashed inside to reunite with her mother, leaving Damian to approach Adams. Locked in a gaze, their eyes betrayed hidden depths of emotions and unspoken thoughts. "Thank you for saving Clara and her mother. I cannot fathom the consequences if anything had befallen them," Adams expressed, his gratitude tinged with a touch of vulnerability. "Keep your apologies to yourself," Damian retorted, his tone devoid of warmth, gripping Adams's arm tightly. "Now, tell me, why were the wolves after them?" Damian demanded, his voice laced with urgency and a thirst for answers. "Why do you care so much about them? Who
"Damn! It actually tastes a whole lot better than it smells. This is just perfect!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with surprise and satisfaction. She said it with such conviction, as if she had discovered a hidden treasure. "I'm glad you like it," he replied, his tone carrying a hint of pride in his culinary skills. "Like? I love it! You are really missing out. Are you sure you don't want to share it with me?" she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief and a playful smile on her lips. Sergeant Chriswell smiled and just stared at Vivian in awe as she devoured the bowl of chicken soup and sank her teeth into the chicken wings. He couldn't help but admire her appetite and enthusiasm. "Can I ask you something?" he finally spoke, his voice tinged with curiosity. "Sure you can," she replied, her voice filled with warmth and eagerness, ready to engage in conversation with him. "Do you believe in monsters?" he asked, his voice lowering slightly, as if sharing a secret. "Monsters? Wh
“ ....I'm not shaky and yes, I don't believe in them, but you seem pretty convinced you saw one," Vivian said, her voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of fear. "And according to the stories I have heard about vampires in novels, they only approach humans when they need to feed on their blood." Sergeant Chriswell stared at her for a while, his gaze intense and piercing, searching for any signs of doubt or skepticism in her eyes. “Well, this vampire didn't come for my blood or anything like that," he said, his voice carrying a mix of astonishment and intrigue. "He came to give me information." Vivian's brows furrowed, her expression a blend of curiosity and concern. "Information?... What kind of information would a vampire want to give to you?" Her tone conveyed a mixture of disbelief and apprehension. "And how do you know the man in question is actually a vampire? I mean, he might just be a fool." Sergeant Chriswell let out a bitter chuckle, his voice laced with a touch of wearin