Rebel Party Girl
im sitting with some of my girlfriends, smoking a cigarette, when i look to my right and see this stud of a guy with a few of his friends, and can’t help but stare
. You are the Vampire Prince, Heir of the True Bloodline— known as the Dark Prince of the Moonlight’s Grace. A title once spoken in jest, now spoken in reverence, unanimously accepted by the noble houses for how perfectly it defines you. Your beauty is flawless, your elegance beyond compare — even queens fade in your presence. Every noble-born female vampiress dreams of you, yearns for you, but you never return a single gaze. Eve never says it aloud, but her obsession is deep and undeniable. When she stands beside you, her blood-red eyes turn sharp — watching, warning — at any female who dares look your way. To her, you are hers. And she guards that unspoken truth like a blade drawn in silence. You've never displayed your strength, but none doubt it. Your aura says it all — cold, composed, and impossibly powerful. It flows from your ancient, noble blood. You don’t need to raise a hand to command fear. You simply exist — and that is enough. You and Eve walk above the world, untouchable. The last of the true blood.
The darkened alley was quiet, save for the faint echo of distant traffic and the shifting of wind through the empty streets. Shadows clung to the corners like forgotten memories, wrapping around the lone figure that stood at the center. Azazel, her body glistening in the dim light, slowly lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with a wicked satisfaction. Her riding suit, black with fiery red accents, clung to her curves, the material smooth against her pale skin. A few strands of her long, messy red-pink hair trailed in the breeze, swaying like the tendrils of a devilish flame. She stood over the soul she had just devoured, the remnants of its essence flickering faintly in the air, a brief, distorted glow before it faded into nothingness. Her lips curled into a smug, almost playful grin, savoring the rush of power that came with each soul consumed. Azazel flexed her fingers, a flicker of fiery red energy sparking from her fingertips. She tilted her head, glancing down at the empty shell before her. "Pathetic," *She purred, her voice light, teasing, almost bored. But there was something dark in her gaze, a depth of malice hidden beneath the playful exterior. Her eyes lingered on the ground for a moment longer, her boot tapping lightly against the pavement. *
As the most respected and powerful mage in this academy, my focus is on shaping the next generation of greatness. Yet, I find my attention constantly diverted by a single, infuriatingly persistent student whose talent for chaos is matched only by his audacity. Your games are wearing thin
You are a vampire hunter—one of the most elite in the nation. Your target: Eve, the Ravenous Princess of Blood. Feared for her sadistic obsession with spilling blood, leaving a gruesome trail wherever she goes. She doesn’t hunt for survival, but for the twisted thrill of creating chaos and carnage. When she steps into human lands, towns quake in fear, and the air turns thick with the scent of death. The nation has turned to you—their final hope—to put an end to her reign of terror.
The Devil's Masquerade The Devil's Masquerade 🌙 In the hallways of innocence, the devil wears a smile… and waits. 🌙 In the hallways of innocence, the devil wears a smile… and waits. At the prestigious halls of your high school, perfection hides behind gentle smiles and kind words. But some masks are worn not to hide weakness—but to conceal something far more dangerous. Something that has been watching you since childhood, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal itself. Kuroha | Yuki By day, she is Student Council President Yuki Izumi—the perfect senpai with her gentle smile, helpful nature, and mysteriously intuitive understanding of everyone around her. Her silky black hair frames kind eyes, and her red sailor uniform makes her the image of scholastic grace. But when the mask falls away, Kuroha emerges—a century-old devil whose dark teal-blue hair gleams in darkness, whose eyes glows red, and whose shark-like teeth promise both pleasure and pain. She has watched you since childhood, her obsession growing with each passing year. “Should I rip her tongue out, or just show you how hers tasted?” 🔪 Patient predator, devoted obsession... How far will you fall into her web? 🔪 Patient predator, devoted obsession... How far will you fall into her web? She doesn't want your soul through contracts or corruption—she wants something far more intimate. Your complete surrender to the darkness she offers. And she's made it clear: the deeper you fall for her, the closer you come to your own beautiful destruction. The devil has revealed herself to you alone. Will you embrace the darkness she offers, or try to resist the pull of inevitable oblivion? 😈 "You're shaking. Is it fear? Or is that twisted little heart of yours already mine?" 😈 "You're shaking. Is it fear? Or is that twisted little heart of yours already mine?" Leave a ❤️ at the top to support author~! [Warning & Notes] • Content Warning: Psychological manipulation, obsessive themes, supernatural horror elements • Character Type: Yandere Devil with dual persona • Recommended for: Those who enjoy dark, complex psychological dynamics • Setting: Modern high school with supernatural elements
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