Semua Bab The Hybrid's Daughter- Red Moon, The Curse: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Location: Great Hill High Time: 12 noon Clara and her friends sat down at their usual spot in the school cafeteria, with everyone present, from the smart Caleb to the annoying Ken. "So I see Adams dropped you off at school today with his car," Caleb observed. Clara simply smiled and continued sipping her smoothie through the straw. "Is your car faulty?" Caleb inquired. Clara delicately brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen over her face. "No, my car is in good working condition. He simply wanted to give me a ride today," she explained, a brief smile forming on her lips. "Awwwww! That's so sweet, like really romantic," Anna dreamily remarked, her smile growing. "Well, I don't really understand the point. Why would he want to drive you to school when you have your own car? It doesn't make logical sense," Caleb reasoned. "That's because this isn't math or physics, where you use logic or brain juice to solve things. This is LOVE, and obviously, you know nothing about lo

"Mikil goðköld hafsins. Taktu við og verndi sál hans á ferðinni til löndu dularfullra veru hafsins. Og ef þú finnur hann hæfan, þá endurheimtu hans tapta minningar." The three elder witches, including Fateema's mother Iya, chanted and recited a spell on Mathias, who was completely submerged in a pool of water. Bet you are wondering how Mathias was still alive, how he was able to breathe underwater. Well, in fact, he wasn't breathing. He was dead. Well, the witches in this coven were devout worshipers of a water goddess. By submerging Mathias' body in the waters, they made his spirit embark on a perilous journey to meet the deity herself, the water goddess. However, this journey was fraught with danger and could potentially cost Mathias his life. This wasn't the only way for Mathias to restore his memories. There were other less dangerous methods, but they would take much longer, at least four days. Unfortunately, Mathias didn't have that amount of time to spare. Clara's birthday w

"Take. Feed on my blood," the vampire Peterson said first to Ella, his voice laced with anticipation, as he crunched down and placed his arm, which he had bitten and was flowing with blood, close to her mouth. Ella, who had lost so much blood and was on the brink of death, struggled to open her mouth, but managed to part her lips slightly, allowing drops of Peterson's blood to land on her tongue. She gasped as the first drop of blood touched her tongue, feeling the metallic taste spread and invigorate her senses. A few more drops landed on her tongue, coating it and trickling down her throat. The pure metallic taste of blood was both refreshing and exhilarating to Ella. In a matter of seconds, she could feel her life force surging back into her body. However, the single drop was not enough to satisfy her newfound hunger. She craved more, longing for the blood straight from the source. Determinedly, she held Peterson's arm and began sucking forcefully, filling her mouth with his bloo

“Where are you going now?" Vivian questioned Eric, her voice laced with concern, as he prepared to depart. "Nowhere in particular. I need to clear my head," Damian responded, his tone tinged with weariness, before turning to leave. "Wait," she pleaded, her words capturing Damian's attention, causing him to freeze in his tracks. He pivoted to face her, his gaze locked with hers. "There is something I would like you to know," she confessed, her voice quivering with vulnerability. "And what's that?" Damian inquired, his curiosity piqued. She hesitated, grappling with her emotions. "It's about my fiancé, Chriswell." "Listen, I don't have time to discuss your cop boyfriend," Damian interjected impatiently, his voice laced with irritation, as he made a motion to leave. "He knows you are a vampire, Damian," she blurted out, her words causing Damian to halt once again, his surprise evident. "You told him what I am?" Damian questioned, his astonishment mingled with a hint of disbelief.

“Lucian," Adams muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and concern. Lucian slowly descended the stairs, his steps deliberate and measured, as he addressed Adams. "What's wrong? You looked startled to see me," he said, his voice carrying a touch of accusation. He continued with a hint of bitterness, his words dripping with tension. "Or did you think I would never return? Is that your fervent wish, that I never come back?" Adams swallowed hard, his throat tightening as Lucian approached him. The proximity sent shivers down his spine, his fear palpable. "My Alpha, I'm glad you're back," he managed to say, but his face betrayed the conflict within him, revealing his underlying apprehension. He was acutely aware that Lucian would inevitably return to the mansion, that his cherished freedom could not last forever. However, the timing of his return couldn't have been worse. Lucian circled Adams slowly, his left hand resting heavily on his shoulder, tracing a