All Chapters of Choosing between Dragon and Werewolf : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

For a while, he let Nicholas vomit until there was nothing more for Nicholas to throw up. The figure itself was now lying on the grass, still sobbing, it made her feel even more unwilling to let Nicholas be in this place alone."I am sorry..."He bit his lower lip. To hell with the fact that Nicholas was a dragon, once tried to make it one of their doll collections and almost killed Erna. To hell with the fact that Nicholas is a subordinate of William Schneider–the leader of a rebel group against the dragons that had succeeded in destroying the structure of t

"Do you want to hear it directly from me?"She repeated Erna's question with blinking eyes, not knowing whether he should be happy that Erna did not mind her identity as being a vampire at all or feel confused and scared for some reason she did not quite understand at all."Yes. I want to hear everything from you. Was there something wrong with what I just said?" the woman tilted her head in a style that looked cute in her eyes, until it made her flinch from the sight alon

Bianca gulped as Erick opened the door. If it was something in the world that she could relate to how she was feeling at the moment, then she could say that it felt like she was entering one of the churches with vampire hunters already waiting for her arrival to attack and stab her in the heart whenever the opportunity to do so came–in most of the vampire fiction stories or movies that she often watched with her girlfriends in her spare time whenever she had a time to do that.The exception to this was the fact that whatever the vampire hunters do in the fictional story was utter stupidity–considering the fact that it was not only vampires who would die when they got stabbed with a blunt object like that what the vampire hunters told as a holy cross (with the holy water they brought with them for all the time, which she found was very troublesome carrying such things with them everywhere they went), but other living things too. The most ridiculous ideas ever thought up by ancient legen

Veronica was spending most of the day practising and mastering fighting techniques in the dungeons, all by herself. Until she was forced to rest her body once her body alerted her that she had crossed her limits. As she lay down on the floor of the basement she was in at the moment, she looked up at the ceiling. Untying her hair tie, letting her long wavy hair stick to the floor of the room and ignoring the risk of her hair getting dirty as a result of it. After all, she would be enjoying her time in the bathroom for a little while, so why should she worry about such small things like this? Precisely the threat of having her hair dirty was nothing compared to her fighting ability. She had already mastered the technique of fighting using a wooden stick—which would be of great help to her if she was getting attacked by the enemies outdoors and using the weapon she brought with her later or finding a weapon that resembled a wooden stick that she could find surrounding her—over the past

Veronica immediately woke up from her nightmare with gasping for breath and cold sweat covering almost her entire body. His eyes flashed the same fear that he had felt twelve years ago, with his whole body shivering from the lingering fear of his past memories coming back to haunt him."Nikki? Are you okay?"A voice that was soft but still sounded full of worry slowly brought her out of her past, traumatizing memories. She looked at Stephen who was clutching her shoulders, forcing her to meet eyes with a werewolf named Stephen Laurent who was still calling her name in a worried tone."Nikki?"It took Stephen's repeated efforts to bring him fully awake from the nightmare that still locked him there. The nightmare she thought would no longer haunt her like when she first experienced it. Or if he did, the dream would no longer frighten her. Moreover, he had undergone counselling therapy to reduce her PTSD symptoms.Well, even though the coun