Somewhere in some distant memories where vampires and werewolves existed among the humans in low profile, there was a very young lass excited to listen to her mother’s bedtime story every night. “Mom, tell me a new story.” an excited five years old young wolf jumps up and down as she ushers her mother for another bedtime story. “What kind of story you wanted to hear this time, hm?” her mother smiled as she carried her daughter toward her bed. “Hmm, what about vampires?” the young wolf suggested with her innocent tone that made her mother shake her head. “Hm, I am not sure if I should tell you his story…” her mother was a bit doubtful about whether to speak about a story of a certain vampire that she knew about. “C’mon, Mom! Pretty please!” the young wolf once again pleaded to her mother who chuckled and laid down beside her daughter. “Alright, I will tell you the un-beating heart of the Nomad Blood Prince.” her mother agreed to tell her about a certain vampire. “I’m excited.”
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