Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

In the pitch-black night sky above Hohensalzburg Castle, a blood moon emerged, casting an eerie red glow over the entire land. A chilling wind swept through, and the city lay in a deathly silence, as if frozen in time.

On the top floor of Hohensalzburg Castle, eight Elder Council vampires gradually closed in on Hazel.

“Capture the Hybrid and deliver her directly to the Royal Blood Crystal to infuse the blood of the progenitor vampire,” one of them commanded.

“I won’t let you succeed!” Hazel roared.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

She focused her mind, controlling her blood, ready to confront these vampires. Regardless of the cost, she wouldn’t allow these vampires to resurrect the progenitor vampire.

“Let’s end this,” the Elder Council vampires sneered, instantly teleporting in front of Hazel, prepared to take her down.

However, just as they were about to make contact with Hazel, a dazzling light suddenly erupted from within her. The Elder Council vampires were shocked by this burst of light, forced to take a few steps back.

Hazel’s heartbeat quickened, and her body heated up. She realized her witch powers were at play.

“Use the blood to cast magic, dear,” Kassandra said approvingly. She hadn’t expected Hazel to merge the abilities of two species.

Hazel instantly teleported behind one of the Elder Council vampires, using all her strength to knock them to the ground. Then, she swiftly moved to another vampire, defeating them in the same manner.

“You… you actually killed them…”

The Elder Council vampires were astonished by Hazel’s speed and strength, feeling somewhat overwhelmed. However, they didn’t give up and continued their assault on Hazel.

“How about it? Why don’t you all come at once?” Hazel squinted, lashing out with a kick at an Elder Council vampire. Her hand pierced his heart, tearing it out, blood gushing.

The remaining Elder Council vampires stared in terror at their fallen comrade, beginning to retreat, but it was too late.

At that moment, Cyril intercepted them from behind, teleporting in front of one vampire and delivering a punch to his head, knocking him to the ground.

Alpha Merric followed Cyril’s lead, commanding the wolf pack to engage in battle. Both sides were locked in a chaotic struggle; the wolves attacked the vampires, but the vampires’ speed allowed them to evade the less powerful wolves easily. They retaliated by directly slashing at the wolves’ robust bodies.

“You won’t escape any of you,” Hazel’s voice was cold and ruthless.

The sounds of the intense battle gradually subsided, and the chaos dissipated, victory belonging to the wolf pack.

When the last Elder Council vampire fell, the entire castle shook again. This time, it seemed like it was on the brink of collapse.

“We need to leave here quickly,” Alpha Cyril said.

Hazel nodded, understanding that this place was no longer safe. She tightly held Cyril’s hand, leading the entire wolf pack away from the castle.

The remaining vampires grew angrier with the death of the Elder Council, catching up to the wolf pack.

They stopped in the forest outskirts of Darkmoon City. No human traces were present, only the sound of the cold wind rustling through the wilderness.

Once again, the wolf pack faced off against the remaining vampires, but Hazel took a step forward.

Her gaze was sharp, signaling the vampires to cease the fight.

“You have completely failed,” Hazel said wearily. “They can no longer threaten me.”

The vampires suddenly dropped to one knee, except for one vampire slowly approaching her.

It was Hawthorne.

He looked at Hazel with an almost desperate gaze. His heterochromatic eyes lost their usual sparkle, becoming dim and pale. Blood stains marred his elegant posture, and he appeared more disheveled than usual.

“Our queen, we have witnessed your power. No one wishes for you to become our king more than we do.”

Hawthorne reached out, eager for Hazel’s acceptance.

Hawthorne’s heart was already in tatters. He knew the truth about the vampire faction, and his fiancée would never truly belong to him. At least, this would prevent the entire vampire kingdom from descending into chaos. A country needed a rightful and powerful king.

Hazel’s power was undoubtedly the most formidable, and supporting her to become the queen was the right path.

Hawthorne recalled the first time he saw this girl. She was adorably pitiful, timid by nature but daring in some of her actions. He was deeply enchanted by this lovely girl. He had nurtured Hazel’s growth, but fate had never favored his devotion.

Hazel was surprised by Hawthorne’s request. Despite the vampires’ longing expressions around her, she felt a slight unease about this request.

“Over the past month, we have experienced too much conflict between our two races. My power has brought temptation to everyone and has troubled me deeply. However, precisely because I am a Hybrid, my perspective on vampires has started to change, beginning with the werewolves. For centuries, werewolves and vampires have almost been unable to coexist. We both are creatures living in the darkness, lost in our pursuit of power.”

The vampires’ gazes toward Hazel softened. They sensed the sincerity in Hazel’s words.

“However, we were all wrong. We are so similar, bound by blood and constrained by the moon goddess. Our genes make us sinful and ruthlessly cruel, but look at those we love, and those who lost their lives in battles. Should they just die?”

The wolf pack, hearing this, also looked at Hazel. They raised their heads to the night sky, where the blood-red full moon served as a beacon, illuminating the direction for both the wolf pack and vampires. They howled loudly into the sky.

“We will put an end to all of this,” Hazel took a deep breath. She knew she needed to make a decision.

She looked at the vampires before her, their faces filled with anticipation. Then she looked at the distant wolf pack, her heart filled with determination.

“I am a Hybrid. I possess the power of both of your races. But I don’t want our races to continue fighting each other, letting innocent lives perish. I want to create a new world, a world where we can all peacefully coexist.”

Hazel’s voice echoed in the night sky, her eyes firm and resolute. She knew she would become the leader of this new world, guiding both races toward peace.

“I will become your queen, but I have one condition. We must abandon the prejudices and hatred of the past. Are you willing to accept my terms?”

The vampires looked at Hazel, realizing that this girl possessed powers beyond their imagination.

So, one by one, the vampires kneeled, swearing allegiance to Hazel. In the distance, the wolf pack howled thunderously.

“I pledge allegiance to my queen,” Hawthorne kneeled, kissing the back of Hazel’s right hand.

Other vampires followed suit, shouting, “I pledge allegiance to my queen.”