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

"What do you think?" Richard replied indifferently.

Yet, whenever the girl was mentioned, Richard's cold demeanor softened visibly. As an observer, Dylan saw this clearly, and a hint of concern crossed his face, making his already striking features appear even more captivating.

"Does the Duke know about this?" Dylan asked.

At the mention of his father, Richard's expression turned frosty. "My affairs have nothing to do with that old man," he said coldly.

Dylan sighed with concern. "I don't think your father would approve of this. From what I've heard, he's been looking to arrange a marriage for you within England's noble circles."

Richard snorted. "That old man married the daughter of the Duke of Douglas to expand his influence in Europe, and now he dares to meddle in my life? Hmph, I'm not some pawn for him to control."

Richard cut him off. "Enough about him!"

Seeing the genuine concern on Dylan's face, Richard's tone softened slightly. "Let's talk about you, Dylan. Did your audition fail again? What happened this time? Did you lose track of time flirting with someone? Or…"

"Oh, dear Richard, must you bring that up?" Dylan groaned. "My performance was actually a success. It's just that the music director at the TV station took a liking to me… said she wanted to make me a star."

Richard raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that exactly what you wanted? A beautiful woman throwing herself at you?"

Dylan, known for his charming and flamboyant nature, should have been thrilled by such an offer.

"Good heavens, if she were forty years younger, I might have accepted," Dylan muttered. "I even asked if she had a granddaughter who could take her place. And then… she kicked me out."

At this, Richard burst out laughing.

"Richard! Are you mocking me? I haven't even brought up how that cross burned me earlier!" Dylan snapped, though he couldn't help but feel a flicker of surprise at Richard's laughter. In the past, Richard would have only sneered at him. What had changed him so much?

Richard finally managed to stop laughing. "Go see Lestor. He'll be glad to see you. Halloween is only sixteen days away, and planning the ball is your specialty."

"Oh! I almost forgot about Rosewood's annual Halloween celebration," Dylan exclaimed, his earlier gloom vanishing instantly. "Leave it to me. I've even composed a new song recently…"

Anran was jogging in the girls' group, staying near the back to keep pace with Zhang Ning.

"Aixue, are you okay? You look really pale."

Hearing this, Anran glanced ahead at Aixue. Her steps were unsteady, and her body swayed as if about to collapse. Beads of sweat streamed down her face, and her complexion was as white as a sheet. Dark circles shadowed her deeply sunken eyes.

Aixue was gasping for air, unable to respond. Suddenly, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud. The girls around her screamed in alarm.

Anran stopped running and hurried to Aixue's side. Cold sweat dripped from her forehead as Anran reached out to check her breathing. What she felt shocked her—Aixue's breath was faint, almost imperceptible.

It was clear: Aixue's life was hanging by a thread.

Chapter 127: The Duke’s Ambitions, Faint Breath