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 intense, probing gazes made Anran uneasy, as though she were surrounded by a pack of wolves.

She noticed that the motorcycles these people rode were all different models and colors, unlike the uniform designs of the Night Clan. Among them, a woman on a modified white Harley stood out. Her presence was overwhelming, impossible to ignore.

She was a mature, alluring beauty with golden hair and emerald eyes. Her white V-neck shirt, adorned with punk-style studs, revealed a deep cleavage, and she wore tight leather pants. With a single raised hand, she silenced the crowd around her.

"So, you're the one who defeated Wolfen—Liuguang?" she asked, her tone sharp.

Anran replied calmly, "Yes, I'm Liuguang. I heard you have information about the Night Emperor?"

The woman scoffed, her eyes sweeping over Anran's slight frame. "If you want information about the Night Emperor, you'll have to prove your worth. Let's see if the person who defeated Wolfen has any real skill."

"Elma ** , I think Wolfen must've been bluffing," a man with a nose ring and a denim jacket chimed in, trying to curry favor. "Maybe he lost to you last time and couldn't handle it, so he made up this so-called motorcycle prodigy."

After his remark, he clicked his tongue mockingly.

Elma, full name Elma Morris, was related to Richard by blood—they shared a great-grandfather. Richard's great-grandfather had two sons: one with violet eyes, who inherited the title and was Richard's grandfather, and another whose line, including Elma, never produced violet eyes. Thus, compared to Richard and Lester, Elma held a lower status among the vampires. Still, as a direct descendant of the Morris family with royal blood, she commanded considerable respect in Rosewood.

Elma, known for her fiery temper and accustomed to flattery, didn't find the denim-clad man's words out of line. Among vampires, only strength mattered.

"Whether he was bluffing or not, you'll find out soon enough. If I win, you'll tell me what you know about the Night Emperor," Anran replied evenly.

This girl was far too cocky! Did she think she'd already won? Even against Wolfen, Elma had more wins than losses.

Elma's eyes darkened. She snapped her fingers, signaling her subordinates.

A handsome man in a brown leather jacket stepped forward. "We'll have three riders: Elma ** , Johnson, and me, Dennis. As for the rules, I assume Wolfen explained them to you. There's a checkpoint at the peak of Cloudspire. The first to reach it wins."

"Understood," Anran said in a low voice.

Four motorcycles lined up: Anran's silver bike, Elma's white Harley, Johnson's blue machine, and Dennis's green one.

At the signal, all four bikes roared forward!

The night air was filled with the vampires' relentless, passionate chants.

Wolfen had been racing to Cloudspire. As he arrived, he saw four motorcycles zoom past him. Among them, the silver bike gleamed under the moonlight, unmistakably Liuguang's. His heart sank.

Damn it! He gritted his teeth, slamming on the accelerator as he gave chase.

"Why's the leader of the Night Clan here?"

Seeing the leader of the Night Clan join the fray, the vampire motorcycle enthusiasts grew even more excited, their chants growing louder.

Meanwhile, in the darkness, a pair of tightly shut eyes flew open, their crimson pupils burning with rage.

Moments later, a black motorcycle with red flames painted on it burst from the shadows. Its speed was unmatched, the red flames on its frame dancing like wildfire in the night!

Chapter 81: Flames in the Night - A Race Against Fate