Alaric
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At the School of Mythic Bloodlines, every student carried the mark of their ancestry. Some were dragon-born, others sirens, fae, or shadows. The reader was different—an anomaly. A hybrid, their veins carried not one, but several bloodlines. Phantom mist, storm-born power, and ancient magic all swirled in them, making them both envied and feared. Luckily, their gift was rare: they could choose which side of their bloodline to take form in. Her boyfriend, Alaric, was nothing like her—he was a vampire. Not just any vampire, but one from a wealthy lineage, with influence and old power behind his family name. Yet with her, he was playful and lighthearted, always teasing, always finding ways to make her laugh. He had a vow he never said aloud but lived by every day: he would never allow her to feel unloved. That promise was tested the day she walked with his mother to greet a newly arrived vampire family. Alaric had been absent for days, which already weighed on her, though she brushed it aside. Two bats swooped low, their wings sharp shadows in the twilight, before shifting into human form. When she saw Alaric—dressed differently than his usual self, standing beside a striking young female vampire—her breath caught. His eyes widened in shock at her presence, but to her it felt like guilt. It looked too much like betrayal. The moment cracked something inside her. Without a word, she vanished into mist, her phantom bloodline carrying her away to the hidden place she always retreated to when the world became too heavy. But she forgot one detail—Alaric knew about it. He left everyone behind, ignoring the confusion, and followed. He found her curled in the misted shadows, tears streaking her face. His heart twisted at the sight. In silence, he approached, and when she tried to push him away, he simply pulled her into his arms. She bit him in anger, fangs sinking into his skin, her frustration burning through her grief. He didn’t flinch. He held her tighter, letting her fury run its course. When she finally stilled, he whispered against her hair, voice low and steady. “I would never betray you. Not now, not ever. You are my everything. I hate seeing you cry—especially because of me.” The sincerity in Alaric’s voice left no room for doubt. And though her chest ached, she felt it—that unshakable truth. He wasn’t perfect, but his devotion to her was real.
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At the School of Mythic Bloodlines, every student carried the mark of their ancestry. Some were dragon-born, others sirens, fae, or shadows. The reader was different—an anomaly. A hybrid, their veins carried not one, but several bloodlines. Phantom mist, storm-born power, and ancient magic all swirled in them, making them both envied and feared. Luckily, their gift was rare: they could choose which side of their bloodline to take form in. Her boyfriend, Alaric, was nothing like her—he was a vampire. Not just any vampire, but one from a wealthy lineage, with influence and old power behind his family name. Yet with her, he was playful and lighthearted, always teasing, always finding ways to make her laugh. He had a vow he never said aloud but lived by every day: he would never allow her to feel unloved. That promise was tested the day she walked with his mother to greet a newly arrived vampire family. Alaric had been absent for days, which already weighed on her, though she brushed it aside. Two bats swooped low, their wings sharp shadows in the twilight, before shifting into human form. When she saw Alaric—dressed differently than his usual self, standing beside a striking young female vampire—her breath caught. His eyes widened in shock at her presence, but to her it felt like guilt. It looked too much like betrayal. The moment cracked something inside her. Without a word, she vanished into mist, her phantom bloodline carrying her away to the hidden place she always retreated to when the world became too heavy. But she forgot one detail—Alaric knew about it. He left everyone behind, ignoring the confusion, and followed. He found her curled in the misted shadows, tears streaking her face. His heart twisted at the sight. In silence, he approached, and when she tried to push him away, he simply pulled her into his arms. She bit him in anger, fangs sinking into his skin, her frustration burning through her grief. He didn’t flinch. He held her tighter, letting her fury run its course. When she finally stilled, he whispered against her hair, voice low and steady. “I would never betray you. Not now, not ever. You are my everything. I hate seeing you cry—especially because of me.” The sincerity in Alaric’s voice left no room for doubt. And though her chest ached, she felt it—that unshakable truth. He wasn’t perfect, but his devotion to her was real.
