I pushed myself up from my seat, steadying slightly as the private jet hummed beneath my feet, and for a moment, every conversation faded as the hunters noticed me standing.The passenger cabin wasn’t large, but it carried presence. Overhead lights cast a dim golden glow, reflecting off metallic edges and weapon cases strapped down beside some of the hunters. A few of them held blades across their laps, others cleaned guns with quiet focus, and some simply leaned back with their eyes closed.I looked around at all of them, letting the silence settle before I spoke.“We’re not heading somewhere easy,” I began, my voice cutting cleanly through the cabin. “We’re going to Antarctica.”A few of them shifted in their seats, exchanging glances, but no one interrupted.“Not for survival. Not for exploration,” I continued. “We’re going there for them… the powerful ones. The kind of vampires most people don’t even believe exist.”That got their full attention.“I won’t lie to you — this isn’t g

We checked the whole American research airport. It was night, cold, and eerily quiet. Everywhere we went, there was nothing—no staff, no equipment in use, no planes taxiing, just emptiness and the echo of our footsteps. I could feel the tension building in the air. I turned to Tobi, who was leading the group in front of me, and asked him to check where Emmanuel was. He pulled out his phone and scrolled for a moment. “He’s too far from here,” he said, “he’s at another location called Avions des Glaciers de Provence.”I frowned. “What does that mean?”Tobi explained, “It’s another research airport, about five miles from here. Looks like that’s where he went.”I looked around again at the silent, empty airport, a chill running down my spine. “Something’s wrong here,” I muttered under my breath, then raised my voice. “Alright, everyone, back in the plane!”As my men started filing back toward the aircraft, one of the pilots came down the steps and approached me. “Sir, what’s going on? Why

Once I had what I needed, I didn’t waste any more time.I booked a flight to Paris immediately.No hesitation. No second thoughts.Then I got into my car and drove straight out of Lagos, heading back to Ibadan. The journey felt longer than usual, not because of the distance, but because my mind wouldn’t stay still. Every thought led back to her.Jane.By the time I arrived at my house, the sun was already beginning to dip, casting long shadows across the compound. I stepped inside, the familiar silence greeting me like an old friend. No time to linger.I went straight to my room and pulled out my traveling bag.I didn’t pack much—only what mattered. A few important clothes, durable ones. Shoes I knew I could rely on. No unnecessary weight. No distractions.In and out.That was the plan.Once I was done, I zipped up the bag, slung it over my shoulder, and headed back out without looking back.The drive to the airport was quiet.Too quiet.And by the time I got there and settled into th

The past two weeks had been long…Too long.And hard in ways I wasn’t prepared for.Ayara lay on the bed, barely conscious, her breathing shallow, her body weak in a way that didn’t make sense for someone like her. We had tried everything—every idea, every remedy—but nothing worked.We had no clue what was wrong with her.And that was the scariest part.We had already said our goodbyes once.That alone should’ve been enough.Timi had taken her back to Antarctica, back to Nhim—the only place we believed could save her. The sacred spirit shrine, the source of their strength… it was supposed to restore her.But when he got there…Everything was gone.A war had broken out between the Nhim and the Braves, and by the time he arrived, it was already too late. The kingdom had been destroyed—reduced to ruins. The sacred shrine… gone.The energy of the spirits had vanished completely.There was nothing left.No power.No hope.He had no choice but to bring her back.And now…Now she lay here, f

Jane glanced down at the lifeless body on the ground like it was nothing more than an inconvenience.“Well,” she said calmly, “we’ve fixed your problem.”Her voice carried no weight of what had just happened. No guilt. No hesitation.Just certainty.“Better clean up the body fast.”Then she reached for my hand, her fingers sliding into mine like it was the most natural thing in the world.“Let’s go, Stephen.”I let her pull me slightly, but I didn’t move.“Wait.”My voice came out steady.Jane stopped.So did everyone else.“I need to clarify something,” I said.I looked at Juliet first.She looked… shaken.Completely frozen, her eyes locked on the dead man like she couldn’t process what she had just witnessed. Her breathing was uneven, her body stiff, like she was still trying to convince herself this was real.Then I shifted my gaze.The others.Timi looked like he wanted to say something but held it back, his jaw tight with tension. Daniel… Daniel was staring at me like I was a pro