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Allure Of The Night

[Mature Content] The body of a mermaid is a vault of treasures. Their tears formed the most splendid of pearls, their exquisite blood a euphoric drug for vampires, their luscious hair woven into the finest of silk, and their tender meat sought after by werewolves more than Heaven’s ambrosia. The creatures of night mingled within human society, fleeced in the wool of aristocracy, veiled in their portrayed innocence and nobility, their savagery continued to predate on the weak and powerless. Genevieve Barlow, Eve for short, was an exceptionally strange young lady. She had an alluring and beguiling nature, where for her twenty-four year old self had barely changed in appearance since her eighteenth birthday. She had fooled the administration and had gotten a degree so that she could have a better life. Most odd of all was that Eve had a secret she shared with no one. She enters the house of Moriarty, not just to earn but also to find answers on what happened to her mother nearly two decades ago. Unfortunately, things do not always proceed as one planned. Despite her cautious nature and desire to stay out of sight, a cold pair of eyes falls on her, that soon refuses to leave her out of sight.

ash_knight17 · Fantasia
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546 Chs

Out break of fight

The rogues turned rabid, baring their teeth as they didn't like the smell of blood that belonged to the other werewolves who were part of their own little rogue group. Soon they started to pounce and attack him. 

Vincent used his hands to keep the rogue werewolves at a distance by punching them with enough force to send them flying in the other direction. When another werewolf bared his teeth and was about to bite the pureblooded vampire's shoulder, Vincent bent down while turning around and kicking the person's leg. This had the rogue fall on his back. 

Before the rogue could get up, Vincent jumped on him and stuck his hand into the rogue's chest, pulling the beating heart and throwing it at the other rogue's face. 

One of the men, who had come to fight the rogues with a dagger questioned his fellow comrade,