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

Anran's eyes widened in shock. These men were definitely not normal!

With the distance too close for comfort, Anran had no choice but to punch the man square in the forehead. In her desperation, she didn't hold back. The man let out a pained cry and fell backward.

Though she had successfully knocked one down, Anran didn't feel any relief. Beads of sweat had already formed on her forehead, and she barely had time to catch her breath before the first two attackers charged at her again. Their faces were twisted with rage, their expressions feral and terrifying.

What had they injected? Anran wasn't sure, but she was certain it wasn't just some rage-inducing drug. Their strength was far beyond what their muscle mass would suggest, and they seemed impervious to pain. Even with their hands bleeding from broken wood splinters, they didn't stop attacking.

The boy she had encountered earlier hadn't been like this. According to the security guard, he had taken some kind of drug, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed. But these men had injected the substance directly.

Having dealt with one attacker, Anran now knew how much force was necessary. Handling the other two became slightly easier. Soon, one was struck by her flying kick, and the other crumpled after a precise chop to the back of his neck.

In truth, Anran was inwardly terrified. The overexertion left her limbs numb. These men weren't just stronger—their stamina and toughness were far greater than they appeared. Despite their loss of rationality, they only attacked her and didn't turn on each other. How did they distinguish friend from foe?

Suddenly, a cold shiver ran down her spine. Anran turned sharply to see the man whose foot had been trapped in the floor now freed and lunging at her. With a swift spinning kick, she struck his left temple. The man howled in pain, his face contorting, before collapsing.

But the victory was short-lived. Anran's foot slipped, and she gasped as her leg plunged into a hole in the floor.

In the chaos of dealing with the attacker, Anran hadn't noticed the hole beneath her. The opening was just big enough to trap her leg up to her knee. Probably caused by the earlier scuffle.

Grimacing, Anran felt the sharp pain in her trapped calf. She knew she was injured, though she couldn't yet see the extent. Most likely, she had been pierced by wooden splinters.

As she tried to free her leg, she heard the rustling of clothes. Looking up, she saw the two men who had been sitting on the floor now awake. Their eyes were black at first, but soon, red veins began to spread across the whites, quickly consuming their gaze. They rose unsteadily, their eyes locking onto her.

Anran's heart sank. She was still trapped. How was she supposed to deal with these two?

Helplessly, Anran watched them approach. Just as one of them raised a fist to strike her, she closed her eyes, bracing for the impact. But the blow never came.

Confused, Anran opened her eyes to see a tall, dark figure standing between her and the attacker. The man's right hand calmly blocked the incoming fist with an open palm.

Chapter 33: Trapped in Peril