dera_damsel

WARNING WARNING!! 
THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT.
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Orpheus was once a young vampire, born into a family of vampires who turned him into a werewolf through the use of black magic. This transformation created a battle within him as vampires and werewolves because of a deep-seated enmity towards each other. Orpheus struggled with this duality for thousands of years and eventually learned to live with his newfound self. However, this transformation left him ruthless and cold, instilling fear in people who worked for him. Despite his fearsome reputation, there was one exception - Camilla Grande. 

Camilla was a young woman in her twenties who lost her parents in a devastating car accident when she was just eighteen. She had to give up her dreams of pursuing a degree and a career in dancing to start working. However, her lack of a degree made it difficult for her to find a job in a regular office. One day, while wandering the streets, she overheard someone talking about a luxurious mansion on the other side of town that needed a housekeeper. The previous staff who worked there either got fired or left on their own accord, and no one could tell a complete story about the mysteries of that house. 

Camilla was about to dismiss the thought, but when she heard the amount they were offering to pay, she decided to apply. Little did she know that her decision to work at that mansion would change her life forever.

Prophecy: rising of the first hybrid

For a split second, his expression faltered. Then the charming smile was back. "I'm fine, Cami. Just handling some things. Don't worry about it."

Her gut twisted, but she nodded. "Alright. Just tell me if anything is wrong, okay?"

He leaned in, brushing a kiss on her forehead. "I will."

As she walked out of the room, her legs felt shaky, Something was wrong.

Danny sat in the library, flipping through ancient texts about celestial events. His brow furrowed as he read, the flickering candlelight casting restless shadows across his face.

The door creaked open, and Orpheus stepped inside. Or rather, the man wearing Orpheus's face.

"Burning the midnight oil, Danny?" the fake Orpheus said, his voice smooth but lacking its usual warmth.

Danny glanced up, his eyes sharp. "Just brushing up on some lore about the eclipse. It's… fascinating."

chapter Sixty-four: Displaced