So there I was, stuck in this dark Victorian mansion for a whole freaking century, thinking I'd never get out. Then, out of nowhere, these two gorgeous girls swoop in and rescue me! I couldn't believe it, and we instantly hit it off. They showed me a whole new world I'd only ever imagined, and I was all about living a normal human life. But just when I thought things were looking up, this vampire named Vivaldi pops up out of thin air, grinning like a possessed Jack-o'-lantern. I mean, a name like Vivaldi is bound to give you the creeps, right? He claimed I had some ancient first blood running through my veins and demanded that I sign some crazy blood contract with him—the kind of deal that comes with some seriously freaky consequences. Vivaldi was trying to sell me the idea that this blood contract was his only lifeline, the only way to save his skin from something worse than death. But I wasn't some clueless newborn vamp; I knew better than to just dive into something as serious as a blood contract. Those things come with some heavy consequences, and I wasn't about to sign up for that without a second thought. The problem was, if I didn't go along with his messed-up plan, he promised to make my friends' lives a living hell—the very people I'd started to care about. I was trapped between a rock and a hard place. If I decided to team up with Vivaldi, I'd be keeping him around, which is far from ideal. But if I refused, my friends and the whole town of Shadowvale would be in serious danger. It felt like I was caught in this impossible situation, like I was trying to choose between two rotten apples.
View MoreSO, I WALK INTO THE LIVING ROOM, and there's Fiona, sitting on the couch, twiddling her thumbs like she's got nothin' better to do. When she spots me, her eyes dart to the floor like she's bashful or somethin'.“Hey,” I say, makin' myself comfortable in the armchair across from her. We swap the usual how-do-you-dos, and that's when she pipes up.“I ain't tryin' to pry or nothin',” she starts, “but it certainly sounded like you and your brother were havin' a bit of a spat. Everythin' alright?”She seems genuinely concerned, so I can't help but let out a little laugh. “Oh yeah, it's all good. I was just givin' the kid an earful for sneakin' a pretty gal, way outta his league, into his room. You know how it is.”Her cheeks turn pink, and she lets out a soft giggle, like she's tryin' to hide it.“Really?” she says, and I nod, a sly grin spreadin' across my face. I can't help but notice how cute she looks when she blushes like that, so I quickly excuse myself before things get awkward. I
SO, I STROLLED INTO MY PLACE and let my backpack just flop onto the living room couch. You know that feeling when you've got a lot on your mind? Yep, that was me. I made a beeline for the kitchen, popped open the fridge, and grabbed myself some of that sweet, tangy animal juice. I can't help but think about what went down with Chloe, man. Just couldn't shake it.Now, after Vivaldi shared his werewolf story in the cave, the dude actually offered to keep himself indoors ‘til the next full moon when he’d go full-on wolf mode for my viewing pleasure. He figured it'd be best to steer clear of humans to avoid any slip-ups that might mess with his chance to seal that blood contract deal. He was afraid of losing control and giving in to the ol' bloodlust, ya know? So, I let out a sigh, unscrewed the cap from the bottle, and slugged back the crimson goodness. But here's the thing – my brain was goin' into overdrive with these thoughts. Was it possible that it was Vivaldi who attacked Chloe? B
SCARLETT TOOK A SIP OF HER JUICE before she continued, “I wasn't actually there, but Winter sent me some pictures she took while Chloe was getting her wound cleaned.”Scarlett grabbed her phone off the table, saying, “Maybe I should show you.” But I quickly stopped her, letting her know that blood makes me queasy. She nodded, completely understanding my reaction.With concern in my voice, I asked, “Is Chloe doing any better?”Scarlett seemed to deflate a bit, like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. “I don't know if I can really say that,” she confessed, looking down at her juice. “Winter told me that Chloe's blood levels were way too low. Dangerously low, Casper. It was really bad—so bad that she needed a blood transfusion.” Scarlett let out a sigh, her sadness clearly visible. “I feel terrible that I haven't been to see her yet. My mom wants me to visit after school today.”As Scarlett shared the details, I couldn't help but feel uneasy—like someone, or somethi
SO, THERE I WAS, CHILLIN' at the field in my slick tracksuit, just taking in the scene. The whole place was alive with energy—you could practically taste the adrenaline in the air. And, whoa, the smell of sweat! But that's just part of the deal when you're surrounded by a bunch of classmates pushing themselves to the limit.Sneakers were squeakin' and squawkin' with every step, and the sound just echoed through the entire place. All of a sudden, kids were zooming by me in this crazy blur of colours and motion. The coach's whistle shrieked through the air, telling us the race had began. And man, you should've seen the looks on those runners' faces! It was like they were pushing through hell and back.But then, outta nowhere, this one guy broke free from the pack like a cheetah on the hunt. It was Kylian—you know, that jerk who had the nerve to mess with Scarlett and even threatened Winter. He bolted across the finish line, shouting like he'd just conquered the world, his fist held hi
THERE'S THIS GENTLE KNOCKING that cuts through the quiet evening, kind of like a woodpecker tapping away. Chloe's curiosity gets the better of her, and she gets up from her seat, walking towards the door all graceful-like. She wraps her hand around the cool doorknob, and as she opens the door, her eyes go wide with surprise, like she's staring at something out of a storybook.“Oh my gosh, Angel! Is that really you?” she exclaims, her voice all excited with a hint of disbelief. He smiles back at her, all warm and friendly.“Come on in,” she says, her voice bubbling with joy that practically hangs in the air. Angel hesitates, eyes locked on the doorway, looking a little unsure. It's like he's expecting something to stop him from going in. But he takes a deep breath, musters his courage, and steps forward. When nothing happens, a wave of relief washes over him, as refreshing as a cool breeze on a sweltering summer day.They hug, and as they touch, Angel's mouth waters, an instinctive rea
THE AIR THICKENED WITH TENSION as Vivaldi's words dropped like a boulder in a still pond, sending ripples through the cave. I took a deep breath, my mind whirling with the kind of frenzy you'd find at a bustling bazaar. My heartbeat stuttered when I heard a name that echoed in the chambers of my heart — Cassius. His name wrapped itself around me, like a warm embrace or a suffocating noose, I couldn't quite tell. The taste of nostalgia filled my mouth, bittersweet and tangy, as I let out a sigh. There's a tale buried deep within me, a tale I never told, not to another living soul. Cassius, he wasn't just my master, oh no. He was my maker, the one who turned me into a creature of blood and moonlight, a vampire of the highest order. But, see, he did it out of love, or maybe fear. He wanted to protect me from others of our kind, from hungry beasts like Vivaldi who craved to bind me with the chains of a blood pact. Cassius, he was desperate, like a cornered wolf. He went to extremes, loc
I STUMBLED TOWARD THE NEAREST VILLAGE, and the smell of food hit me like a ton of bricks—bread baking, meat cooking, the works. As I got closer, I saw these kids playing and having a blast. They were laughing and shouting, and it was like a totally different world from the pain and loneliness I'd been dealing with. For a second, I just wanted to be a part of that, you know? Like, to be a normal kid again.So, I got my hands on some bread, and it was all warm and crusty—just what I needed. But then, out of nowhere, this crazy thing happened. One of the kids threw a rock and hit another kid, and the poor thing started crying.The smell of blood just kinda exploded in the air. I mean, it should've grossed me out, but it was actually kinda... sweet? Like, it was this weird, enticing smell that just pulled me in. My heart started pounding, and all I could think about was that blood.I tried to act normal, you know? I went over to the hurt kid, trying to make them feel better. But even as I
SO, I TOOK OFF, MAN. Became a wandering kid with no place to call home, putting as much distance between me and my former werewolf pack as I could. But just when I thought I'd escaped one nightmare, another one kicked in. A week after I'd hightailed it outta there—at the ripe old age of 13—the werewolf curse decided to rear its ugly head, way earlier than it was supposed to.My body was like, “Nope, we're doing this werewolf thing now,” and I just about lost my mind with the pain. I'm talking bones snapping, popping, skin stretching, and fur sprouting. The sounds were straight out of a horror film, you know? Like, imagine the worst bone-cracking, flesh-tearing sounds you can think of, and then multiply it by a thousand.In my rabid state I caught a whiff of something totally awesome – the smell of a nearby village. I mean, I was starving, so of course, I followed my nose. Lurking in the shadows like some kind of creepy monster, I watched the villagers going about their daily lives, co
I'M FROZEN, rooted to the spot like a statue, completely unsure of what to do. Part of me is screaming, “Run, you fool! Whatever did this to them might be right behind and might find you next!” So, I start to turn away, ready to hightail it outta there, but something makes me stop. I can't just be a coward, can I? I mean, this is the whole reason I've been training in the first place: to be brave, like my old man.I know I'm not the fearless beta that he is, but how am I ever gonna get there if I don't even try? So, with my heart hammering against my ribs like a wild animal trying to break free, I swallow my fear and take a few tentative steps towards the fallen figure. As I inch closer, my eyes go wide as saucers, and a gasp escapes my lips.It's the alpha—the strong, indestructible alpha—and he's in a real bad way. Blood oozes from multiple dagger wounds all over his body. His usually powerful frame is just crumpled on the ground, like a broken rag doll. The metallic scent of blood f
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