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 didn't understand why the Student Council President kept staring at her. Although his gaze wasn't unpleasant, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

Sensing her discomfort, the man finally looked away and said, "This isn't the school. In private, I'd prefer if you called me Lester."

At that moment, Anran learned the Student Council President's name—Lester Maurice. She couldn't help but wonder what relationship this gentle president had with that arrogant guy she'd met before.

Neither Anran nor Zhang Ning took up his suggestion to address him by his first name, something that didn't surprise Lester. What puzzled him was the girls' demeanor toward him. For some reason, he felt something was off. He frowned and asked, "Why do I feel like you're both afraid of me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Ning's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly replied, "N-no… that's not it at all."

"Is that so?" The confusion in Lester's eyes deepened. With just a slight narrowing of his gaze, his silver and violet eyes seemed to capture an infinite array of stars.

The girl's tone and expression only made her fear more apparent.

The moment their eyes met, Lester's lips curved into a gentle smile, his gaze as soft as water.

Zhang Ning knew her expression must look terrible, and her earlier response had been foolish. Seeing the president's smile only made her feel more guilty, and she was on the verge of tears.

"Hey! Someone help me! I can't breathe!"

Just then, a man's desperate cry for help reminded them of the person they'd been ignoring—the one who caused the accident! The man was pinned under the heavy motorcycle, struggling to free himself but unable to muster the strength.

"Hey! Stop chatting and help me already! Quick, quick… hurry up!"

The man's voice was shrill, and his frantic tone made it sound like he was genuinely in pain.

Hearing this, the three couldn't help but exchange amused glances. After all, the guy had been speeding recklessly on his motorcycle. His voice, full of energy, suggested he wasn't seriously injured. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let him stay pinned a little longer!

Still, Anran and the others quickly went over to help, not wanting the situation to escalate into something more serious. Together, they lifted the heavy motorcycle off the man.

Earlier, when Anran had fallen, the motorcycle had been heading straight for her. She had known she couldn't avoid it and had only managed to shield her head with her arms. But in the blink of an eye, the bike had veered off course, and a handsome man had appeared in front of her. Anran glanced at Lester, puzzled, just as he turned to look at her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly averted her gaze. Though his eyes showed no particular emotion, she felt as though those heterochromatic orbs could see straight through her.

Once the motorcycle was lifted, the man with blond hair immediately stood up, seemingly unharmed. He let out a sigh of relief and said, "Phew… finally free."

When Anran got a clear look at the motorcyclist, she couldn't help but feel surprised. His bright yellow hair was unmistakable—this was the same guy who had been with the "wild wolf" that night.

Seeing him so carefree while recalling her own earlier panic, Anran's anger flared. She smacked him hard on the head!

Chapter 43: Heterochromatic Eyes That See Through the Soul