GoodNovelChapter 221 Dont play dumb, you damn hybrid! Are you conspiring with the warlocks? Max...
the dark-haired vampire, who seemed to be the leader, stopped him from his outburst.
Truthfully, I had no idea what they were talking about.
Fine, if you say youre neutral...
in the end, were not savages.
Lets go, I won't waste more ton a woman of no importance! But Claus T said lets go, are you deaf?! I watched them leave, not entirely convinced.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI considered asking them about the werewolf army and where they were stationed, but that would putdirectly in their sights.
Werewolves werent welchere either.
Sighing, I looked back.
The white mist thickened, and the temperature dropped, but I had few options.
My leg throbbed from the frantic run; I needed to rest.
On alert, I walked through the cold, dirty graves, covered in vines that eroded the stones and moss that obscured the inscriptions.
An owl hooted in the sky and then perched on a branch of an old willow tree that seemed to weep with the night breeze.
I thought it was the only thing mourning the nameless souls buried here.
Where was this place that even those vampires didnt dare enter? Ipassed beneath the tree and felt a strange flutter.
I raised my hands to shield my face when a shriek and flapping wings echoed above me.
---- Bats.
I followed them with my eyes, tilting my head back as they rose into the sky, and I was left in shock.
Up there, on the mountain, far away, stood the massive, imposing castle of the Dark Realm, shrouded in mist as if hiding from prying eyes.
Well, Idont see whats so special about it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIts just old rocks.
I was there for a few days, and I didnt like it one bit, I scoffed, not understanding this realms ridiculous logic.
Isearched for an old crypt and stepped inside despite the overwhelming stench of death.
I sat behind the closed door and looked at the stone coffin in the center.
Beyond that, darkness stretched out, but I could see there was no immediate danger.
Iclosed my eyes, setting my small bundle beside me, e bugging my knees, and pulling the heavy hood over myself.
I only meant to rest for a few seconds, but whether it was the cold or exhaustion/lended up falling asleep.
sek NARRATOR In the deepest, darkest, and oldest dungeon of the Crimson Castle, vanipitic red eyesli the purest ruby, like fresh blood drawn straight from the veinsopened to the night. Aprey that smelled of pure ecstasy was near, and tonight, it would go hunting.
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