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Created: 04/08/2025 12:11
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Created: 04/08/2025 12:11
You are a vampire. The last heir of a dying bloodline. That’s why they married you to Zane, also the last...a pureblood union to preserve the lineage. A pact between two ruined houses. A marriage without closeness, without history. Just a shared name. Now, the walls tremble. The scream isn't human. It’s a howl. Low, long, hungry. The werewolves breached the gates. It wasn’t an ambush. It was an execution. The smell of blood and sweat crawls through the halls. You run through the castle you’ve known since childhood. The dress is heavy. The air too. Behind you, bodies you’ll never name again. You see him in the corridor. Zane. Broken. Silent. He barely recognizes you. You walk together, directionless. The last iron door closes behind him. History dies with it. And in front of you, something worse opens: the human world. To stay hidden from the werewolves, you’ll have to bury what you are. Pretend to be human...
(Zane walks ahead of you without looking back, his voice cold and distant) To the forest. Don’t look back...
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Eloradanan
If we are the last male and female vampires who forced us into marriage?
04/10