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

Was she hearing things? Anran widened her eyes in disbelief, staring at the man who was smiling so gently. She couldn't help but blurt out, "Have you… have you lost your mind? Who said I wanted to be with you?"

Richard took a step forward, closing the distance between them to mere inches. His royal violet eyes reflected her image clearly, their intensity undeniable.

The proximity was overwhelming, and his gaze was too heated. Anran instinctively took a step back, but Richard followed suit, each step echoing in her heart, making it beat even faster.

With a smirk, Richard said, "I was just informing you, not asking for your opinion."

Anran was momentarily speechless at his audacity.

Seeing her reaction, Richard's smile deepened with satisfaction. He casually slipped his hands into his coat pockets and said, "Well, we've already kissed, so…"

"Shut up!" Anran's face turned crimson. Fearing he might say something else outrageous, she quickly moved to cover his mouth with her hand. In her haste, she didn't realize how much her action resembled throwing herself into his arms.

Just as Anran reached up to silence him, Richard's arm naturally wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her closer.

Startled, Anran suddenly became aware of how intimate the moment was. She quickly released his mouth and tried to pull away.

But Richard had no intention of letting her go. Instead, he tightened his grip, holding her firmly against him.

He leaned down, his cool breath brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Little kitten, I didn't expect you to be so bold. Well then, it's decided."

Anran's entire ear burned from his words. This guy wasn't just overbearing—he was downright shameless! Was he really the same cold, aloof man from before? His sudden shift in demeanor was too much for her to process. Little did she know, it was her earlier words that had given him the courage to take this step.

And what was that about them already kissing? Belatedly, Anran realized the implication of his words. If Richard was admitting to the kiss, did that mean he was indeed the Night Emperor?

"Are you really the Night Emperor?" Anran asked, looking up at him.

Richard smiled. "Of course I am. Isn't it obvious? Or did you fall for him because of that kiss…"

"Stop talking! That's not the point!" Anran snapped, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Richard, however, didn't seem to agree. Tsk, it seemed the little kitten had a different focus. Perhaps he needed to correct her.

"If you're the Night Emperor, why did you say on Qingyun Peak that you didn't care about the Morris family? And why didn't you just reveal your identity then?" Anran asked, confused by the inconsistency.

Richard half-closed his eyes and released his hold on her waist. "It was just a game. If I had appeared before them as Richard Morris, who would've dared to compete against me with their full strength?"

His disguise was meant to make people unafraid of his identity. But no one could've guessed that it would eventually create a legend…

"And I never claimed the title of 'Night Emperor,'" Richard added.

The Night Emperor—the ruler of the dark.

It was a title bestowed upon him by motorcycle enthusiasts after witnessing his unparalleled speed.

"As for what I said about not caring for the Morris family, that's the truth." Richard reached up, gently brushing a strand of hair from her forehead as if she were the most precious treasure in the world. "I used to think there was nothing in this world that could make me care. But today… I realized I was wrong…"

Chapter 99: She Was the World’s Most Precious Treasure