Apart from purebred vampires maintaining their lineage through close rtives, most vampires can choose to mark their partners, whether they are human or vampires. Werewolves can also mark their partners, but theyck the choice; their mates are mostly destined.
Once marked, whether by a vampire or a werewolf, a soul bond is formed, allowing them to mate and produce offspring.
But what happened between Azrael marking Sadie?
This also determined what Hazel should do.
“Queen, you should know that King Azrael and that she-wolf, they are true mates. When he brought that she-wolf named Sadie back to Bran Castle, I knew things would getplicated.”
Azrael and Sadie fell deeply in love. Azrael desired to possess Sadiepletely. However, Sadie was already marked by an alpha wolf. Her neck bore a mark that infuriated Azrael. He tried everything to remove it, but to no avail.
Finally, Azrael couldn’t resist biting Sadie. To his surprise, her wolf mark vanished, reced by Azrael’s mark-her true mate.
“Your mother and your biological father were true loves. They yearned for each other, and that’s how you came to be.”This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.
ud gazed at Hazel’s mark, his eyes shimmering.
On Hazel’s neck, Cyril’s mark and Hawthorne’s mark ovepped, indistinguishable.
This indicated Hazel’s inner uncertainty about who her true mate was.
“How can you be so sure?”
“The power of a Hybrid exins everything. They resemble both vampires and werewolves. But their inclination toward one species’ power reflects the gic traits of their father. Like you, craving blood more than food. However, Hybrids with a wolf soul often crave food but show no reaction to blood.”
“I don’t have that problem. I even have my own wolf, Rita, and the powers of a witch.”
“That’s your uniqueness, Hazel. You inherited the invisible genes from your mother, who was an ordinary Hybrid. She wasn’t even a pure werewolf.” ud squinted at Hazel.
“But, my child, you’re a bit wavering. Look at your mark.”
Cyril looked at Hazel, his eyes showing a hint ofplexity. He feared Hazel might waver.
“I don’t know why this damn vampire mark still exists, making me feel Hawthorne often. But I must admit I have no feelings for him.”
Hazel’s eyes turned to Cyril, filled with sincerity. She knew her destiny was true love. But influenced by the mark, she was asionally swayed by Hawthorne, and there must be some secrets within.
As a vampire formed through shifting, ud didn’t fully understand vampire marks. He only saw Azrael’s experience as the whole picture.
“What do you want bying here?” Cyril’s gaze shifted to ud, sensing something different about this vampire but not in a friendly way.
ud thought of Lilith, being the mate of the progenitor vampire, she might know more. However, whether she would help Hazel was uncertain. Lilith’s temperament was entric, and her assistance to vampires had ambiguous motives, especially her clear support for Hawthorne’s faction.
“Do you know what’s most interesting in this city?”
“What?”
“Human blood.”
“We thrive on watching humans kill each other. Their blood bes our sustenance, and their mental state stimtes the bloodlust in vampires and werewolves. But here’s something special: Do you remember yourpanions, Alpha Cyril?”
ud referred to Elmer, Parrish, Rankin, and Vi, who were split up in four directions.
“They were caught in the underground fight club, and soon we’ll enjoy watching them battle out with rogue humans or Hybrids.”
“You dare-” Cyril’s anger peaked, his attention focused on chasing Hazelpletely diverted.
“ud, those are myrades. Why are you doing this?” Hazel also looked at ud discontentedly.
“My Queen, it seems you’ve forgotten my position. No vampire will sympathize with a wolf.”
Although ud’s goal was not merely to let these wolves die, he wanted to use Hazel to crush Hawthorne’s faction.
“But I’m more than willing to lead you to participate in the club’s fighting matches. Even if they aren’t yourpanions, they are still worth cing bets on.”
ud sneered contemptuously, as if describing an ordinary basketball game.
Cyril grabbed his cor, his anger reaching its peak as if he would tear ud apart. However, he calmed down; he knew he had to find the whereabouts of hispanions.
Cyril reluctantly pushed ud away, ordering him to quickly take them to the underground fight club.
ud, seeing them falling into his trap, arranged for a car.
The three got into the car, traversing the crowded Darkmoon City center. The area the vehicle passed was filled with skyscrapers. As night fell, the entire city was adorned with colorful lights. Tourists and residents walked on the sidewalks, surrounded by the aroma of alcohol and various food smells.
After parking, they walked into a dim, abandoned factory.
A burly figure stood at the entrance. ud muttered a few words to him. The group followed him down the factory stairs, arriving at a noisy club. The club was vibrant, with the floor vibrating slightly due to the loud music. The entire club was immersed in ring red lights.
The interior of the club was lively, in stark contrast to the destion outside the factory. The club was filled with tables, chairs, and booths, with a striking arena in the middle. The arena was surrounded by high stone walls, distinctly different from the mor inside the club.
“What do you need?” asked a pale-faced bartender.
“A Bloody Mary,” ud said. After hearing his order, the bartender’s eyes widened slightly. He smiled and opened a stone door under the arena.
ud seemed to understand thenguage here, finishing the Bloody Mary in one go. His lips bore a satisfied, blood-red tint as he licked them.
Cyril, judging from the scent, discerned a hint of fresh human blood in that drink. Considering its freshness, it was likely from an adult male. Although werewolves didn’t prefer human blood, the bloody aroma stirred Cyril’s blood, arousing his bloodlust.
Cyril’s golden eyes flickered, as if foreseeing what would unfold in the underground fight club.