Sorry, I'm Just a Weak Little Vampire
Genevieve already died once. A silver stake. A half-blood's betrayal. Never again.
She wakes up three years before the prophecy. Her power is intact. Her knowledge is complete. She could destroy everyone who wronged her.
But that sounds like effort.
So instead, she plays weak. She trips. She cries. She hides under desks. She tells everyone: "Sorry, I'm just a weak little vampire."
Let Rosalie and her cheat system think they're winning. Let them steal the glory. Genevieve just wants to nap and eat blood pudding.
Too bad no one believes her.
Now the students are torn between mocking her and idolizing her. Rosalie's system is crashing. And Genevieve's "useless" act is accidentally building a legend she never wanted.
She just wanted to be trash.
Why won't anyone let her?
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Chapter 2
The next day.
The heavy oak door to Lord Marcus's private study clicked shut behind Genevieve.
The room smelled intensely of old parchment and rich cigar smoke. Genevieve sat in the leather chair opposite the massive mahogany desk, her internal alarms screaming.
Lord Marcus sat behind the desk. He adjusted his cuffs, his face unreadable. He pushed a delicate crystal vial across the polished wood. The thick, dark red liquid inside caught the dim light.
"A high-tier blood alchemy potion," Lord Marcus said, his voice flat. "Consider it compensation for my... harshness yesterday."
Genevieve stared at the priceless vial. The image of Rosalie's helpless, fragile face flashed in her mind.
She reached out with both hands. Her fingers hovered over the crystal. Right as her skin brushed the smooth glass, she forced her wrist to jerk violently.
The crystal vial slipped from her grasp.
It hit the edge of the desk and plummeted onto the expensive Persian rug. A dull, heavy crack echoed in the quiet room.
The glass shattered. The thick, potent smell of high-tier blood magic exploded into the air, suffocatingly sweet. The dark red liquid seeped into the intricate threads of the rug, ruining it instantly.
Lord Marcus's eyebrows snapped together. He opened his mouth to speak.
Genevieve beat him to it.
She slapped both hands over her mouth. She sucked in a sharp, loud breath, perfectly mimicking Rosalie's signature startled gasp.
"I'm so stupid!" Genevieve cried out, her voice trembling violently. "I can't even hold a simple bottle. I've ruined it. I've disappointed you again, Lord Marcus."
To sell the performance, Genevieve reached under her long skirt and pinched the soft flesh of her thigh with brutal force. The sharp physical pain brought instant, genuine tears to her eyes. Two fat drops spilled over her lashes and rolled down her pale cheeks.
Lord Marcus stared at her. He watched the exaggerated trembling of her shoulders. A wave of sheer absurdity washed over him.
Instead of exploding in anger, Lord Marcus let out a short, dry laugh. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in defeat.
He stood up. He walked around the heavy desk, carefully stepping over the shards of broken crystal. He stopped right in front of her.
He reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a silk handkerchief embroidered with his family crest. He held it out to her.
Genevieve shrank back. She pulled her shoulders up to her ears, acting like a stray dog expecting a kick. She didn't reach for the silk.
Lord Marcus sighed. The sound was heavy in his chest. He reached down, grabbed her cold hand, and gently but firmly pressed the handkerchief into her palm.
"I apologize for my lack of control yesterday," Lord Marcus said, his voice dropping low.
Genevieve's heart did a victorious flip. But on the outside, she kept shivering. She brought the silk to her face and clumsily wiped at the tears.
"I will have the alchemist brew a purer batch for you tomorrow," Lord Marcus promised, stepping back.
Genevieve bent forward in the chair. She lowered her head until her chin almost touched her knees, adopting the most submissive posture possible.
"Thank you. Thank you so much," she babbled, her tone dripping with pathetic gratitude.
Lord Marcus rubbed his temples. Looking at her cold, beautiful face twisted into this pitiful mask was giving him a migraine.
He pointed to the plush leather sofa against the wall. "Sit there. Tell me the truth. Is your body truly failing?"
Genevieve seized the opening. She pressed her hand flat against her chest.
"My magic is draining," she whispered. "The sunlight burns my skin now. Even the wind in the hallways makes me dizzy."
Lord Marcus frowned. He stepped closer and held out his hand, palm up. He wanted to check her magical core.
Genevieve didn't pull away this time. She placed her wrist in his hand.
As his cold fingers pressed against her pulse point, Genevieve dug deep into her Antediluvian bloodline. With absolute, terrifying control, she suppressed her roaring magic. She forced her veins to mimic a shattered, dried-up magical circuit. She made her pulse weak, erratic, and full of holes.
Lord Marcus closed his eyes to focus. When he felt the pathetic, broken state of her magic, his eyes snapped open. The last trace of suspicion vanished from his face. A heavy shadow of guilt settled over his features.
He let go of her wrist.
"You are excused from all family hunting duties," Lord Marcus announced, his tone final. "You will stay within the Court and rest."
Genevieve let out a shaky breath of relief. The plan worked.
She stood up to leave. She made sure her knees buckled slightly. She swayed on her feet, walking toward the door with clumsy, uneven steps, looking like she might pass out at any second.
Lord Marcus watched her fragile back. The crease between his brows deepened.
The moment the heavy oak door clicked shut behind her, Lord Marcus slammed his hand onto the call button.
The butler entered immediately.
"Investigate everyone," Lord Marcus ordered, his voice dark and lethal. "Find out who poisoned or cursed Genevieve. Turn the outer clans upside down if you have to."
Out in the hallway, Genevieve stood perfectly still.
The pathetic slump of her shoulders vanished. Her spine straightened. The fake weakness melted off her face, leaving behind her usual cold, sharp expression.
She looked at the closed door of the study. A slow, mocking smile curved her lips.
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9.3
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Bound by blood, sealed by magic. You have finally come, Rose's daughter...
Eva Rose is the last and most powerful heir of a sacred witch bloodline.
Kael is a cursed Crimson Alpha King.
Centuries ago, on the night they discovered they were fated mates and were about to be married, their enemies attacked to destroy them both. To save Kael, Eva made a desperate choice , she trapped him in a magical sleep for 200 years. The price was her own life.
But their love was so powerful that Eva did not truly die , she was reborn. Through her own bloodline, she returned to the world as the same woman, with the same soul, the same heart.
Now, who is friend and who is enemy? And why does this man feel so strangely familiar? How can you escape someone who even visits your dreams?. 📌📚🔥
7.4
Shrouded in tales of pleasure and mystery, embark on a sensual adventure in a Cities of Sins, where the supernatural blends with the mundane in a city shrouded in fantastic tales and debauchery.
Come and discover this city, its inhabitants, and its ancient stories, amidst a tale of pleasure, lust, and tales that reveal the mysterious teachers who hide their secrets.
The question is: Are they really human or vampires?
This is the world where the dead, vampires, and witch tales intertwine in this hidden city full of mysteries from the past, amidst a life full of pleasure and lust.
In the midst of a mundane beginning, the girl was betrayed. Instead of Samantha finding solitude and suffering, she discovered a world of luxury, with her saviors, her teachers of pleasure, fantastic tales, legends of passion, shrouded in the supernatural. They embark on a limitless adventure, with sex, pleasure, and passion, which are always shrouded in fantastic power, in the world of passion and debauchery.
Lovecraft is a city that never sleeps. Built upon ancient ruins and fueled by centuries of secrets, it is known as the City of Sins, where pleasure and danger walk hand in hand. Its narrow streets, illuminated by red lanterns and eternal shadows, are the stage for encounters that defy reason: reclusive vampires hiding in decaying mansions, werewolves roaming under the full moon, witches whispering spells in hidden cafes, and mobsters controlling the underworld with iron fists and passionate hearts.
At the heart of the city, the Lost Canvas-a secret gallery-holds living portraits of forbidden loves and blood pacts. Each painting is a story, each brushstroke a memory of encounters that have marked generations. It is there that the handsome vampire Adrian, reclusive and mysterious, observes the world without ever fully surrendering. His life is a mosaic of interrupted passions, of glances that never turned into words, of promises lost in the night. But Lovecraft doesn't allow anyone to remain invisible for long.
Between the luxurious salons of socialites, the secret clubs of businessmen, and the alleys where supernatural mafias seal their pacts, the city pulsates with stories of desire and magic. Each encounter is brief but intense: a stolen kiss on a Gothic staircase, a forbidden dance in a hall lit by black candles, a whispered conversation on a ghost train that crosses the city at three in the morning. Lovecraft is made of these instants-moments that seem small, but carry the weight of eternities.
The city's inhabitants coexist with the mundane and the supernatural as if they were part of the same fabric. Businessmen negotiate with vampires, artists are inspired by fairies and elves, mobsters share territories with werewolves. It's a metropolis where power is measured not only in money, but also in spells, secrets, and seduction. Terror is subtle, almost elegant, manifesting itself in lingering gazes, in silences that conceal more than they reveal, in pacts that are never written, but always fulfilled.
Is a collection of stories that reveal Lovecraft's strengths: his ability to transform the everyday into magic, to make love a danger, and sin a promise. It is a city of wonders and dreams, of obscure encounters and ardent desires, where every corner holds a story and every shadow is an invitation. Lovecraft is not just a setting-he is a character, a lover and accomplice of all who dare to live in his eternal night.
9.4
I was lying in a sterile hospital room, dying of cancer, with only a fake infertility report to keep me company.
Right before my heart monitor flatlined, a stranger walked in and handed me a medical file.
He told me that my fiancé, Garret, had zero sperm viability. The baby my adoptive sister, Beryl, was carrying wasn't his.
When Beryl got pregnant years ago, my adoptive parents forced me to break my engagement and take the blame for being barren.
I was discarded by Garret, mocked by Beryl's triumphant smiles, and kicked out of the house.
I was left to rot alone in a hospital bed while they lived the perfect life stolen from me.
My entire existence had been a cage built on a single, disgusting lie.
The anger burned away my despair. Why was I the only one who didn't know?
Why did I let them use me as a maid and a shield for their filthy secrets?
As the darkness swallowed me, I prayed for just one more chance.
I opened my eyes to the sound of my adoptive mother yelling my name.
The calendar on the wall read March 15, 2019—the exact day they forced me to give up Garret.
This time, I didn't cry or beg.
"You want Beryl to have Garret? Fine," I told my shocked adoptive parents. "But I want a cash buyout, and we are legally severing this adoption."
Then, I set my sights on Douglass Ward—the stranger from the hospital room.
7.2
Aria Nightshade spent her entire life waiting for one thing: the moment her fated mate would claim her, making her Luna. But on the night of her bonding ceremony, Liam Draven rejects her in front of the entire pack-publicly, brutally, without hesitation. He chooses another woman. Leaves her shattered.
Humiliated beyond repair, Aria prepares to disappear into whatever's left of her dignity.
Then the Alpha King intervenes.
Kael Draven-feared, untouchable, a man who answers to no one-steps between them and claims her himself. Not out of mercy. Not out of love. For reasons he refuses to explain, he binds her to him with magic older than the packs themselves, then hauls her to his fortress and locks her in a tower.
Aria should be terrified.
Instead, she's angry. Defiant. And increasingly aware that the man holding her captive isn't quite what he seems.
Kael is cold, calculated, and obsessed with understanding what she is-a wolf who shouldn't have survived a bond rupture, who shouldn't be standing, who shouldn't exist. As he slowly reveals the truth about her past and her bloodline, Aria discovers that her rejection was never about her worth. It was about her power. The kind of power that could reshape the entire werewolf hierarchy.
But Liam can't accept his loss. Kael's protection becomes possession. And Aria's slow transformation from broken girl to something far more dangerous forces her to choose: remain the victim they all rejected, or rise as the Luna that will make them all bow.
Even if it means destroying everything-and everyone-she once cared about.
9.7
I am the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, but my Alpha mate, Ryker, has spent the last six years treating me like a placeholder while publicly pining for his ex, Faye.
When Faye's friends cornered my wolfless daughter and called her a defective embarrassment, I finally used my Luna authority to kick them out.
But instead of defending our child, Ryker stormed in and used his Alpha Command on me.
He forced me to my knees with his raw power, ordering me to apologize to the bullies who had just humiliated our daughter.
When I fought his crushing command and refused, his retaliation was swift and brutal.
He and his mother stripped me of my family's sacred heritage, the Moonpetal Grove, and gifted it to Faye as a reward.
They even tried to force a quack doctor on my daughter, telling me to just accept that she was broken.
The entire pack watched me lose everything, mocking me as the useless, rejected mate.
I had endured his coldness for years, but watching him sacrifice our daughter's safety and my family's legacy for his mistress was the final straw.
How could the Moon Goddess tie me to a man who would so easily destroy his own flesh and blood?
Instead of crying, I pulled out my mother's ancient grimoire and drafted a formal rejection of our mate bond.
And when a terrifyingly powerful, cloaked stranger suddenly appeared to save my daughter's life, carrying a familiar scent of ancient power, I knew my fate was changing.
This time, I wouldn't just walk away. I was going to burn their world to the ground.
8.7
Elena spent her entire life carrying the weight of a name nobody cared to remember. As an orphaned Omega, she lived beneath the boots of her own pack, forced to endure mockery, orders, and endless humiliation while everyone around her treated her like she didn't belong among them.
Through every miserable year, she held on to one fragile belief. Once she turned eighteen, the Moon Goddess would finally lead her to her destined mate, and that bond would become her way out of the cruel life she had suffered through for so long.
Instead, fate tore her apart in the worst possible way.
The man tied to her soul turned out to be Alpha Caleb, the cold and merciless ruler of her pack. Unfortunately for Elena, his heart already belonged to Natalie, the vicious woman who strutted around the territory as though the Luna title already belonged to her.
Rather than accepting the sacred bond between them, Caleb cast Elena aside without hesitation. In front of the entire pack, he continued to shower Natalie with affection while treating Elena like a stain he wanted erased. Within a single moment, every dream Elena had treasured collapsed, leaving her trapped in a humiliation that followed her everywhere she went.
When it seemed like there was nothing left for her to lose, another Alpha entered her life.
Davis came from beyond the pack borders, carrying rumors dark enough to make even seasoned wolves uneasy. People whispered about the curse tied to his bloodline, and many feared the destruction that seemed to follow his family wherever they went. Yet beneath the mystery and danger surrounding him, Davis offered Elena something nobody else ever had.
While Caleb chose status, power, and appearances, Davis made her feel seen. For the first time in her life, Elena began to wonder if destiny had given her another path. Maybe he was the chance she needed to finally claim the love, freedom, and strength that had always been denied to her.
Will Elena continue chasing a mate who never wanted her? Or will she walk away from the pain of rejection and embrace the man who could help her rebuild the broken pieces of her life?