All Chapters of The Hybrid's Daughter- Red Moon, The Curse: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“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

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

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

“ ....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

She was writhing and contorting on the bed, her body contorted in agony, yet she remained locked in a sleep fraught with screams of pain... Clara's cry reverberated through the room, jolting Dr Ellen and Jackson from their deep slumber, the aftermath of their passionate and exhausting lovemaking. "What's that sound?" Jackson mumbled, still groggy with sleep. "Clara," Dr Ellen murmured, her voice still heavy with the remnants of sleep. "Clara! What's wrong with Clara?" Jackson's tone grew more urgent as he sat up, his drowsiness evaporating as he rushed out of the room and headed straight for Clara's quarters... "My God, Clara! What's happening to you!" Jackson exclaimed as he burst into her room, finding her screaming, thrashing, and now bleeding from her nose. Without hesitation, Jackson leaped onto the bed, holding Clara tightly to prevent her from injuring herself further with her erratic movements. "Clara, wake up! Clara, wake up! Clara, wake up!" Jackson's voice reverberate