Arcadiawang

An ordinary high school girl, Anran, has her life changed forever by her grandmother's bizarre wishes. She steps into a mysterious town full of vampires and enters the Sacred Court Academy. On her first day, her classmate at the same table turns out to be His Royal Highness, the heir to a noble duke. But before she can get used to her new surroundings, fangs in the shadows can't wait to reach out to her.
 Attacks come out of nowhere and danger looms, but that's only the beginning of the nightmare. Since then, a succession of mysterious and fascinating vampire dudes have burst into her world, each with an unknown secret behind them, dragging her into a whirlwind of deep, unsettling mystery.
 When an ancient witch doctor's bloodline awakens within her, Anran realise that her own life is tied up in a shocking conspiracy. In the dangerous and seductive world of vampires, she searches for the truth while struggling with the complex emotions of the vampires. With love and hate, blood and tears intertwined, what will be the end of this interracial love and thrilling adventure?

Kiss of the Night: The Vampire's Covenant

So, you've got some skills. What's the challenge the burly man with the earring asked, the mockery in his eyes replaced by a fiery determination to fight.

From his vantage point, he had noticed that the helmeted rider indeed possessed some talent, which explained their boldness.

Boss, let me take them on! a blond-haired youth shouted discontentedly.

The burly man raised his right hand, silencing the eager youngster before donning a dark red helmet.

This time, he would personally confront this arrogant challenger. He wanted to teach them a lesson about the Night Clan's true prowess.

Speed, of course, Anran replied firmly.

The burly man inwardly rejoiced. If it was a test of speed, he was confident that, aside from those individuals, no one in Rosetown could outpace him. He vowed to humble this boastful challenger.

At his words, the Night Clan members erupted in jeers, whistling and heckling Anran. They knew their leader's strength all too well. This brash kid, daring to challenge their boss in speed, would soon regret their words.

Anran ignored their taunts, simply gesturing to the burly man to begin. As her arm swung down, two motorcycles shot forward like lightning. The others quickly followed suit.

The night wind howled as Streamer became a silver streak in the darkness. The red motorcycle blended into the night, the two machines nearly neck and neck, red and silver dancing through the shadows.

Initially, the burly man kept pace with the silver bike, attempting to overtake Anran several times. But soon, he realized the gap between them was widening. After a few sharp turns, Streamer was nearly ten meters ahead. The black figure on the silver motorcycle seemed to merge with the night, swift and silent as flowing air.

Sweat dripped from the burly man's forehead. Though he couldn't see the face beneath the helmet, he was certain this rider wasn't one of those individuals. The rulers of the night, they flaunted their pride openly, never hiding their faces, even when riding at unimaginable speeds.

Yet, how could an ordinary person possess such speed

Anran guided Streamer along the mountain road, navigating several sharp bends. Glancing at the rearview mirror, she saw the red bike fading into the distance. They couldn't catch up. A sense of disappointment crept into Anran's heart. The so-called Night Clan was nothing special.

With the game over, Anran gradually slowed and stopped. The silver motorcycle stood out starkly on the dark mountain road.

Minutes later, the burly man's red bike caught up. Removing his helmet, he dismounted and said, I concede. They call me Wolf. May I know the name of the one who defeated me

Anran thought for a moment, then replied, Streamer. Now that you've lost, remember your promise.

Wolf, true to his word, nodded. A bet's a bet. We'll reinstall the mufflers.

Would you like to challenge the Shadow Sovereign Wolf asked, anticipation in his eyes.

Shadow Sovereign Anran queried. The title seemed connected to the Night Clan.

The Shadow Sovereign is the fastest rider in this town. I've seen them hit speeds over 220 miles per hour, Wolf explained.

Anran was astonished. Her speed had only reached 175 mph. While Streamer was custom-built to approach 250 mph, 220 mph was near the limits of human capability. Could such a person truly exist.

Chapter 8 The Shadow Sovereign, Speed of the Night