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 was taken aback by the sudden outburst. What had gotten into him? His mood had shifted so quickly. She couldn't figure out what she'd done to provoke his irritation.

Thankfully, the cut on her leg wasn't deep, and the bleeding stopped quickly.

Damn it! Ricardo clenched his jaw, struggling to suppress the fangs threatening to emerge. He had fed before coming here, so why did the sight of her blood still stir his hunger? It was as if… every time he encountered this girl, something unexpected happened.

The blood of a young girl was naturally irresistible to vampires. And now, the faint scent in the air was like an intoxicating drug, dangerously addictive.

Ricardo turned back to her, his deep purple eyes now veiled with a crimson haze. A thin ring of red appeared between his irises and whites. His flawless face twisted into a bewitching smile—one that was impossible to resist.

His gaze flickered, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still…

But Anran was crouched down, focused on the small wound on her leg. Seeing that the bleeding had stopped, she quickly wiped away the remaining blood with her sleeve, completely oblivious to the change that had come over Ricardo.

It wasn't until she noticed a pair of black sneakers stopping in front of her that she looked up. Her eyes first met the seductive curve of his thin lips, then traveled to his handsome face. Though his complexion was pale and bloodless, it now seemed to glow with an otherworldly allure. For a moment, Anran's mind went blank, her entire world narrowing to his striking features.

He leaned down, his slender index finger tilting her chin up. His voice, low and mesmerizing, reached her ears. "A bleeding wound… shouldn't be treated like this…"

What did he mean, shouldn't be treated like this? Anran's thoughts were muddled, as if her brain had been filled with fog. Was this really Ricardo?

For a moment, Anran was at a loss for words. She could only stare into those deep purple eyes, feeling as though they were a swirling vortex threatening to pull her soul in.

Then, Ricardo bent lower, his cool lips brushing against the pale skin of her neck. Though his touch was cold, Anran felt a searing heat surge through her. Startled, she pushed him away with all her might, only to lose her balance and fall backward onto the floor.

"Hey! What's wrong with you? Are you possessed or something?" Anran shouted, her hands bracing against the floor.

Her voice lacked conviction, and her flushed cheeks betrayed her true feelings.

Anran recalled the last time Ricardo had pressed his lips to her neck. Back then, it had felt more like a joke, a way to tease her and see how she would react. This time, however, she felt a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable fear.

Ricardo clearly hadn't expected Anran's reaction. Her sudden push sent him staggering back a couple of steps. He lowered his head, his black bangs shielding his eyes. As the long silence stretched on, the crimson in his gaze gradually faded.

After a moment, Ricardo burst into laughter. But this time, there was no seduction in his voice—just pure, unrestrained joy. His laughter filled the room.

Anran was utterly confused. She could hear the genuine happiness in his laughter, which meant he was in an exceptionally good mood. Was being accused of being "possessed" really something to be happy about?

Chapter 37: A Bewitching Smile—Under a Spell