A deadly curse. A lethal foe. Tempest Briar was supposed to be your average vampire if she hadn't been cursed by the most unexpected person imaginable. The one thing that was supposed to keep her alive had now become the one thing that could kill her. The curse, which she was desperate to break free of, made her allergic to blood. And she only had a few days to live. Damon Moonves despised vampires to the core of his heart. He vowed to kill every vampire in sight, in the most painful way possible. But when a vampire breaks into his house, his first thought is to kill her immediately, but when he sees her suffering, he decides to keep her alive and watch her die a slow and painful death. However, fate takes an unexpected turn, causing Damon to reconsider his decision... Should he watch her suffer? Or kill her with his bare hands?
Pushing my way past the trees and branches, I tried to look for a safe place to hide. I could hear them behind me, which made me all the more desperate to hide. I was thirsty and tired, but I knew that death would come for me soon enough. It would be nothing short of a miracle if I managed to survive past this month.
After running for a few more minutes, my body gave in and I ended up collapsing behind a bush. I tried not to gasp for breath too loudly, for the fear of being found and killed. However, I did not understand why I was running. I was going to die anyway, might as well have it done quickly and painlessly right now than to the endure the agony which I knew would be my companion in the coming days.
However, as I gazed at the full moon, with needles coursing through my veins, I knew I could not let those people kill me. My clan may have shunned me, but that did not mean I would allow them to kill me. I would live out my remaining days in solitude. If I died, then I would die knowing I was not weak enough to just sit and let them kill me.
The rumbling of the clouds stole my attention, making me realize that a storm was about to come. I needed to look for a place to seek shelter, but there was nowhere I could go. My clan had officially shunned me, which meant I was not allowed to show my face, let alone exist in this world. The leader of my clan would not stop until he had me turned to ash, or decapitated. If I was destined to survive, then I would have to take on a new identity because it was the only way I would be able to live.
"I think we lost her." My heart jumped in fright when I heard Bolby's voice. I could not believe my own college friend was turning against me and helping those people find me and kill me.
"We cannot lose her. Keep searching, her scent is still here. She must be nearby." This came from Ajax, who happened to be the eldest son of the clan leader. He was one of the most dangerous vampire I knew, which made me all the more terrified.
Another growl tore through the winds as the clouds gathered overhead, eclipsing the moon, bathing the world in darkness. Despite the oblivion surrounding me, I knew I was far from safe. For vampires, there was no difference between night and day, as they could spot the tiniest of creatures during both times. I needed to get out of this forest, because I knew in the next few seconds Ajax would find me and kill me and I could not allow that to happen.
As soon as the first slice of lightning cut through the clouds, I got up and forced my legs to resume running, knowing that I had to find a safe place to stay as soon as possible. My scent would be the death of me if I did not get out of here. I had discarded all unnecessary clothing and if I ended up removing my black shirt and pants, I would be exposed in an entirely different way.
"I can smell her. Her scent is strong near the rose bushes, " Bolby hollered, which had me frowning. There were no rose bushes around me, so why in the world did he say that? I did not know the name of the bushes around me but I did know that they were not rose bushes.
Using all my remaining strength, I ran as fast and as hard as I could. They were going to catch me if I didn't get out of this forest. Ajax was fast, a lot faster than I was, but right now when my life was on the line, I had to be as fast as I could.
"Hiding is futile, Tempest, you know that. I will find you and when I do, you better be ready because I am going to kill you. The clan has shunned you, which means you are not allowed to exist. So do us all a favor and stop hiding. If you cooperate, I will give you a quick and painless death, " Ajax shouted. He was right, there was no point in living like a refugee but I was willing to take the risk. I just did not want him to kill me. I had a lot of things to do before I died and one of them involved taking revenge from my twin sister.
Using the last bit of my strength, I managed to get out of the forest and ran the length of the deserted road, hoping it would lead me to some place where there were no vampires and I could be free. However, as my lungs exploded with the need for blood, I started to doubt whether I would be able to reach the next town or not.
"No, no. I must keep going." No matter what happened, I must ignore my need for blood, it was the only way I would be able to survive. The thing that was vital for my existence had become a curse for me. I could not let it rule my life any longer as it would be the reason I would die now.
Forcing all thoughts of blood to the back of my mind, I forced myself to continue forward. And when I finally reached the end of the road and entered what looked to be deserted town, I knew that I would have to find a place here to stay in order to regain my energy.
"I doubt I would be able to regain my energy, but I have to try." I told myself, as I looked for an inconspicuous place. This town looked to be fast asleep. Not a single sound could be heard, not even the hoot of an owl or the chirping of crickets, it was deathly silent.
Now that the threat of being captured and killed was no longer weighing on my mind as it had been before, the need for blood slammed to the forefront of my brain. And despite my best efforts to control myself, I couldn't help it as my fangs elongated and my throat went dry, craving for the one thing that now had the power to kill me.
"N-No, " I moaned as I tried to distract myself by walking around and looking for a house so I could try and relax, but all I could think about was blood and how thirsty I was. What would happen to me if I did not get blood? I knew I would go weak and lose my strength, but for how many days would I be able to live?
Thunder rattled the sky, before the first drop of rain fell on my face, followed by another and another until the clouds opened and let loose a torrential rainfall, soaking me from head to toe in seconds. I was glad for the rain because it meant that my scent would be washed away and no one would come after me. Hopefully I would be able to find a way to reverse this curse before it killed me. But I did not know how I would be able to do it. The person who was the cause of this fled the scene and told the entire clan to come and kill me.
"I would so kill you for this, " I muttered, sending out a curse to the person who sent me to my death. I did not want to die before taking my revenge but my thirst was intensifying and I knew it wouldn't be long before I ended up collapsing.
Walking through the deserted town, I looked left and right, trying to spot an empty house but there was not a single one that was empty. I could hear the heart beats of the sleeping residents, which only served to worsen my thirst. I did not want to commit murder and suicide at the same time, but that was exactly what I would do if I did not find an empty house soon. Why did this happen to me?
My ears prickled when I heard a cat darting past me. I heard its heartbeat, fluttering like a hummingbird ready to take flight. This poor little creature was afraid of me and was trying to run away, little did it know that it would take me a mere second to grab it and sink my fangs in its soft flesh and another second to drain it of its life's essence.
However, with need came a sharp reminder that I could not feed on this cat if I wanted to live out my days suffering in peace. This bloody curse was going to be my death and I could not do anything about it except find a way to reverse it. But I barely had knowledge of how magic worked, so I did not know how I was going to handle this. Perhaps instead of looking for a house to stay in, I should look for a library or something so I could read books and maybe find a cure for this curse.
After walking around for God knows how long I reached what looked to be a hill. And on top of the hill stood the biggest house I had seen in my life. It was even bigger than the headquarters of my clan, and that was saying something because the clan's headquarters was huge.
The giant house was painted black and looked to be deserted as far as I could tell. I could not spot anyone's presence in there. Maybe this was an abandoned house which was the theme of people's scary stories in this town. But since there was nobody present here, maybe I could rest here for a while and try not to think about blood, even though that was next to impossible because my body was in serious need of it. In a few hours my veins would feel as if they were on fire and then would come the bone crushing fever which would push me closer to death. Yeah, I was not looking forward to any of that.
Taking a deep breath and forcing thoughts of blood to the back of my mind-which they refused to go to-I stepped forward and slid open the window before sneaking inside. I did not know why I was scared to go in, as there was nobody present, but anxiety seemed to keep a tight grip on me as I shut the window once again when I was inside.
Looking around, I realized that I was inside what could only be the living room. Even though it was dark, my vision made me see things bright and clear as if the sun was out. There were antique sofas and tables scattered around with black fixtures and lamps adorning various spots. A black, crystal chandelier hung down from the ceiling and I knew that if the lights were on, it would give this room a luxurious feel. In fact, not a single item present here looked to be cheap, which made me wonder why nobody had bothered robbing this place.
"Focus Temp, you are here to rest for a few hours. And then you have to go and find the cure. You cannot die like this; you have to make your enemy pay for doing this to you." I told myself as I moved out of the living room towards a set of spiral staircase which would hopefully lead me to an empty bedroom.
As a vampire, being exhausted was something that never happened to me, but due to the lack of energy as I was unable to feed, my system was in need for some time out. But I could not give my body what it craved, so I had to resort to something which I'd barely done since I was born, and that was to rest.
Climbing up the stairs felt like the worst challenge. I could not believe I had been reduced to this-a lethargic mess. I was so angry with the person who cursed me that I could not even take her name. How could she do this to me? I would make her pay if I ever lived to see the next few days.
Once I reached the top of the stairs, I had the option to go either left or right. I chose to go right because the left corridor seemed to have a lot of paintings and not many doors and I needed to find a bed.
"I am a vampire; I should not be trying to sleep in the night. This is ridiculous, " I complained as I looked for a door which was unlocked, as the first three doors weren't.
After trying the next few doors and finding them locked, I thought it would be best to check the second floor, but before I could do that, a burning pain began in my heart and seemed to spread through my body, traveling through my veins, setting my soul on fire. Oh no, not so soon; I had yet to find a room. But fate had other plans.
The pain intensified which had me crying out loud as my knees gave out and I fell on the floor, clutching my heart, begging for the pain to go away. This was it, I was going to die. I thought I would be able to survive the next few days but it seemed as if it was not meant to be.
Ignoring the sheer agony was not possible as it only got worse with every passing minute. Bile rose up and I ended up vomiting only to see my blood staining the floor.
"Who is there?" I froze when I heard a deep, powerful voice which had the power to rattle my heart. How was this possible? This house was abandoned. I did not hear a single heartbeat when entering this place, so how come there was a man here?
However, I soon forgot about the man as another wave of agony pierced my insides, causing me to moan out loud. But a new fear replaced the terror of my impending death when I looked up at the man standing before me. He was easily over six feet tall with dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. His chiseled jaw and nose and sculpted face gave him an aura of danger and darkness, but it was what he was holding in his hand that terrified me...
A silver dagger.
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"After seeing the blood on his hands, I wondered. I wondered if he was the killer. And even if he was, how could I prove it? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Brielle Goldman wanted nothing more than to have a calm, peaceful Sophomore year at Burswick Academy, a prestigious school which provided the best education to its students. Brielle wanted to focus on her academics, and make her father proud. However, her carefully made plans are thwarted to the side when the bad boy enters her life, and ruins whatever plans she had made for the following year. Dash Melwin did not want anything to do with Burswick Academy, but he has little choice when his parents force him to attend the Academy. Dash is dangerous, and enjoys causing trouble. When he sees Brielle, he tries his best to get her attention, but hates the fact that she chooses to avoid him at every turn. But when a student at Burswick Academy turns up dead, it is the perfect opportunity for Dash to get close to Brielle. How long will Brielle continue to avoid Dash? And when they are thrown together because of a mysterious murder, Brielle starts to wonder if Dash is what he says he is? And if he is truly the bad boy, just how bad is he? "
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
To the public, Arabella was Owen's trusty secretary who catered to all his needs and served as the primary blood donor of his beloved, who was in a coma. Behind closed doors, she was Owen's submissive wife. Arabella was quiet and obedient, and she endured every humiliation without a word of protest. Rumored to be a neat freak, Owen had tossed the last woman who had dared to kiss him into the river. Yet he pinned Arabella against the wall and demanded, "Give me a child, and I’ll let you go!" Arabella pushed him away and flashed him a cold smile. "You are not worthy!"
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”