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

The youth who descended from above exuded an aura of icy detachment. Wild Wolf tensed, his expression hardening with caution.

He studied the black-clad boy closely. His short, jet-black hair framed a pale face with thin, pressed lips. While his features bore some resemblance to Lestat's, his eyes were strikingly different—dark and impenetrable.

Upon recognizing them, Wild Wolf was both stunned and certain of the boy's identity. Yet, what puzzled him was the inexplicable hostility radiating from this cold-hearted youth.

Strange. This was their first meeting.

Wild Wolf stood his ground. "Hey! Kid from the Morris family, why should I trust you?"

Richard's expression darkened, the deep purple of his eyes tinged with crimson. His gaze was icy as his words cut through the air like frost. "Hand her over now! I won't repeat myself, descendant of wanderers!"

The insult ignited Wild Wolf's temper. " ** ! My ancestors were generals!"

Seeing the tension between the two, Lestat sighed in exasperation and swiftly stepped between them.

He knew his brother too well. In truth, Richard's restraint in not outright dismissing Wild Wolf was uncharacteristic. Still, his words were far from diplomatic.

However, Richard's reaction confirmed one thing: the girl in Wild Wolf's arms must be *her*.

Using a calming tone, Lestat said, "Wild Wolf, if you don't trust the Morris family, why come here at all? Any further delay, and she might wake up."

He scrutinized Lestat's expression. There was a serenity about this vampire youth that made him seem trustworthy. Truthfully, Wild Wolf harbored no trust for the Morris family—trusting vampires wasn't natural for humans. This visit was a last resort.

After a moment's hesitation, Wild Wolf replied, "I can trust you, but not him."

His gaze shifted to the cold, menacing youth.

Instantly, Richard's aura shifted. His violet eyes turned blood-red.

The air grew heavy with killing intent.

He stepped forward, each word deliberate and sharp. "Human. You've got a death wish…"

Wild Wolf's blood ran cold, a bead of sweat trickling down his back. For the first time, he truly felt the terror of a vampire's power.

"Richard!" Lestat intervened, raising a hand to halt his brother's advance.

Turning to Wild Wolf, he said, "Wild Wolf, you must know of the ancient pact between the Helan and Morris families. I give you my word, on the honor of the Morris family, that she will come to no harm."

"Hmm…" The girl in Wild Wolf's arms let out a faint, pained murmur, as if trapped in a nightmare.

The sound froze all three men. Richard's murderous aura vanished instantly, while Wild Wolf stiffened, fearing she might wake at any moment.

Lestat stepped forward and reached out to take the girl from Wild Wolf's arms. But before he could, Richard snatched her away, cradling her protectively.

"Hey! You—" Wild Wolf blurted out, utterly bewildered.

Richard shot him a searing glare, then vanished from sight without another word.

Chapter 70: A Deadly Presence, An Ancient Pact