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The Vampire Luna

Vampires and werewolves have been at war for centuries. In an attempt to make peace, Alessandra, the vampire princess, is wed to the Alpha Emperor of the werewolves, Xavier. All her life, Alessandra has grown up learning that the werewolves are barbaric in nature, a far cry from the elegant vampires. What happens, though, when Alessandra realizes that this is far from the truth? Their relationship starts off rocky with misunderstandings about each other, but through time, a bond slowly builds as they encounter and overcome obstacles together as king and queen, alpha and luna, husband and wife! When a cult started by an ancient vampire attempts to sow discord between two kingdoms, can Alessandra and Xavier maintain peace between both races? Or will their kingdoms fall into war and ruin, dragging their budding love down with it? — [Excerpt] When the guards declared the groom's entrance, everyone's attention turned to the door. I felt a hammer on my chest. Here comes the barbarian, I thought. I was looking away, lowering my gaze. The man entered the wedding hall. I felt like my intestine would come out of my mouth. The sudden gulps of the guests were not going unnoticed in my ears. What caused the guests to respond like that? Was the man that hideous? I lost my zeal to look at him. With a heavy heart, I kept looking away until he stood in front of me. Slowly, I glanced at the man standing in front of me. My heart was pounding so hard that I felt like it would burst. I gasped. There was no way he was the alpha lord and the groom of tonight's wedding. The phenomenally handsome man from earlier was standing right in front of me. Up close, he was multiple times more attractive. Barbaric man? Who? He was radiating such royal energy that even the noblest vampires were intimidated when he entered. My husband-to-be.

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80 Chs

Chapter 67 - Memories

I opened my eyes to the sound of rippling water, where I found myself standing in the water. I tried to look around, but there was nothing but water.

Two massive gray moons were almost brushing the water. I saw a woman standing afar. Her long silver ombre long hair had reached the water like a white flame. As she turned, my eyes met a familiar pair of winter-gray eyes. An impenetrable sadness was apparent in those eyes.

"Lady Athanasia?" I mumbled. There was no doubt about it. The exquisite beauty standing before me looked the same as Lord Cardis.

She was so pale that it felt like she would dissolve in the water. Shortly, a few scenarios appeared before my eyes.

A little girl, barely ten, with silver hair and winter-gray eyes, was standing in front of a massive door. She looked anxious. She was in a dilemma, deciding whether to knock or go back.

Suddenly, the door opened as a lot younger Arendt appeared behind it. His cold eyes pierced through Lady Athanasia.