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

Dylan Morris was so stunned that he couldn't help but exclaim, "How is this even possible!"

Richard's expression immediately darkened, and he rapped Dylan sharply on the head. "Why wouldn't it be possible?" he said coldly.

"How come *you* got a girlfriend before I did? A charming guy like me is still single!" Dylan complained, rubbing his head. It really hurt! By family hierarchy, he was Richard's cousin, yet Richard had no qualms about hitting him so hard in front of a lady. So ruthless!

"Oh, my apologies, dear Anran. I'm Dylan Morris. You can call me your dear Dylan—or simply, dearest Dylan," Dylan said, extending a hand toward Anran, his tone dripping with affection.

Anran instinctively reached out, but then quickly withdrew her hand, awkwardly replying, "Hello, Dylan. It's nice to meet you."

Dylan's hand clutched empty air, leaving him somewhat embarrassed. Anran's strange reaction puzzled him. Was his hand dirty? He glanced down at it—still pale, slender, and impeccable as ever.

Then, as if suddenly understanding, he shot Richard a knowing look.

Not even letting him shake her hand? That was downright possessive!

Richard, however, merely shrugged, his expression one of complete indifference, as if to say, *I don't mind at all. I'm a very open-minded person. I have no idea what's going on.*

This only deepened Dylan's suspicion. Could it really have nothing to do with Richard? Or was his legendary charm simply ineffective on this young lady?

Such a thing was utterly unacceptable!

So, Dylan shifted his demeanor, transforming into the epitome of a perfect gentleman. A gentle smile played on his lips as he asked warmly, "Anran, are you perhaps uncomfortable with handshakes?"

"No, it's not that. I'm… I'm sorry, Dylan," Anran hurriedly replied.

Her earlier reaction had indeed been a bit impolite, but she wasn't sure how to explain it to him.

"It's quite all right. If handshakes aren't your thing, then perhaps we could try the Western cheek kiss instead."

Before Anran could react, Dylan moved in quickly. She barely had time to process what was happening, her eyes widening in surprise.

Meanwhile, her boyfriend, Richard, showed no intention of intervening. Just as Dylan was about to embrace her, something unexpected happened.

A flash of white light burst forth, followed by Dylan's piercing cry. He stumbled backward, landing hard on the ground.

Anran instinctively bent down to help him up, but Dylan scrambled to his feet, wary of coming into contact with her again. Richard could barely contain his laughter. This was exactly what he had been waiting to see.

His eyes then fell on the glowing cross hanging around Anran's neck, emitting a faint, holy light—something vampires feared above all else.

When Dylan got a clearer look at the cross, any semblance of composure vanished. His eyes widened in shock as he turned to Richard and exclaimed, "Richard… have you lost your mind?"

That cross was the heirloom of the Morris family, a symbol of the lineage's heir. Their ancestors had passed it down—the one with the blue gemstone belonged to Antonio Morris, and it had always been the mark of the heir. The one with the ruby, however, belonged to William Morris, and it had remained hidden until Richard, with his royal purple eyes, was born. Yet now, this priceless artifact hung around the neck of a human girl.

Even more baffling was the fact that the Morris family's heirloom carried holy power—something Dylan could never have imagined!

Anran was, at best, of average beauty. Dylan couldn't fathom what kind of charm she possessed to have captivated Richard to such an extent.

Chapter 125: The Heirloom and Her Enigma