Marry to Alpha or Vampire?

In the dark world, two ancient and mysterious beings-vampires and werewolves-coalesce to form a chaotic yet enchanting tapestry. Throughout the long history, vampires and werewolves vie for territory, making war a constant in the lives of both races. The balance of these two powers is crucial in the shadowy world.

However, maintaining balance is no easy task. The conflict between vampires and werewolves never ceases, their boundaries blurred, oscillating between hostility and cooperation. They search for their places, seeking ways to coexist. They need to understand each other, comprehend the meaning of their existence, and embrace their differences.

In Hazel’s dreams, she didn’t perceive vampires as irredeemable villains. On the contrary, she occasionally sympathized with their plight. Vampires lived in endless shadows, relying on blood for sustenance yet finding a unique way to survive. They possessed formidable vitality but endured the torment of loneliness and fear.

Hazel understood that the power dynamics between vampires and werewolves were not a simple dichotomy but a complex interdependence, each influencing the other. Vampires introduced loneliness and fear into the lives of werewolves, while werewolves brought vitality and freedom into the existence of vampires.

Hazel needed to find a way to balance the two forces of vampires and werewolves. Once again, she took out the blue potion from the drawer, intending to consult her grandmother on what to do.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

The next day, sunlight streamed into the room, and Hazel left early. Returning to her home, she found her grandmother preparing breakfast.

“Apple pie! And vanilla milkshake!” Hazel smelled the aroma of breakfast and walked straight to the dining room.

Fran wasn’t surprised by Hazel’s arrival; she knew Hazel would eventually come back to ask about controlling her powers.

“Have breakfast, dear.” Fran looked at Hazel lovingly as she enjoyed her meal, praying that these simple days would be Hazel’s everyday life.

“Grandma, I want to know how to control my powers. Can you help me?” Hazel, with a mouthful of apple pie, couldn’t wait to express her inner concerns.

“Your ring, do you know where it is?” Fran didn’t directly respond to Hazel but asked about the ring.

“I left it in the drawer of the Pack House room.”

“No wonder I couldn’t find it. Listen, child. That ring isn’t a gift from your father but a magical tool I gave you for self-defense, to avoid vampires finding you.”

Fran spoke seriously, “Once you put on that ring, the power of vampires will disappear entirely. However, I know Kassandra hopes you can balance the powers of vampires and werewolves.”

“Yes, she gave me a bottle of blue potion before she left.” Hazel took out the blue potion from her pocket.

“I know, it’s a purifier, a potion crafted by witches to expel dark forces. I’ll teach you how to inject the potion into the agate in the middle of the ring. When you wear it again, you’ll be able to switch between the two powers with the help of the witch’s magic.”

“That sounds incredible.”

“That’s your uniqueness, dear. Not everyone can effortlessly control two powers with the help of a witch’s magic.”

After finishing breakfast, Hazel returned to the Pack House, retrieved the ring, and went back to the McGo Family’s secret chamber to begin the practice of controlling her powers. Hazel held the ring in her hand, while Fran took out her wand, opened the blue potion, and chanted a spell:

“May the gods grant me strength and power, let all forces return to the light.”

Fran then dropped the blue potion into the agate of the ring, and the agate gradually changed from green to blue. Hazel, watching all these changes, revealed a surprised expression.

“It changed, Grandma.”

“Yes, put it on. We need to practice quickly.”

Hazel put the ring on the ring finger of her right hand, and it disappeared.

“What happened?” Hazel was nervous about the vanished ring, but she still felt it on her finger.

“Don’t worry; it’s still there, but it has merged into your body, connecting with your blood.” Fran explained calmly.

“Now you need to use the energy transmitted by the ring to control the unstable blood temperature.”

Hazel closed her eyes, feeling a white flow spreading throughout her body, permeating her blood. Vampire blood temperature was around thirty degrees Celsius, and she tried to lower the temperature. As her blood temperature decreased, Hazel’s pupils shifted from blue to red, and her skin became even paler.

“Rita, I need your presence to keep me from losing control.” Hazel contacted Rita, intending to use Rita and their mind link to keep her consciousness clear.

“But you make me feel so cold; I’m not used to the cold.” Rita shivered; it felt like being in an icy wilderness, considering that a wolf’s body temperature was usually close to fifty degrees Celsius.

But Rita endured the cold, caring more about maintaining contact with Hazel. When Hazel fell completely unconscious, it felt like being trapped in a dark and frightening place. Rita thought it might die there. When it sensed Hazel again, it was excited beyond words.

“Yes, you’re doing great, Hazel. You’re very talented!” Fran affirmed Hazel’s actions, believing she had a remarkable aptitude for wielding magical powers. It was like seeing a younger version of herself.

Hazel continued to practice shifting her blood temperature, becoming more and more adept. The shifting speed was impressive, and she could even use vampire skills in her werewolf form-summoning darkness.

“You’re mastering it quickly, Hazel.” Fran was astonished that Hazel could control the powers so proficiently in such a short time. She thought Hazel should try to master the skills of a witch as well.

“Are you interested in learning magic?” Fran asked.

“Grandma, would you be willing to teach me? I feel like I’ve gained much better control over my body now.” Hazel said excitedly, her blood-red eyes looking stunning.

“Of course, child.” Fran taught Hazel some simple defensive magic spells, letting her practice repeatedly. With a major battle approaching, Hazel’s powers had evolved, and her attack capabilities could even rival Cyril’s. Therefore, Fran chose to teach her defensive magic.

Hazel memorized the incantation, “wuerdasuola…” as she chanted the spell, a purple protective shield manifested in front of her, resembling a shield. Fran attempted to attack Hazel, but when the attack touched the purple shield, it rebounded, sending Fran back against the wall.

“You’ve mastered defensive magic, Hazel, and it seems to have good endurance.” The pale purple magic only disappeared when Fran landed back on the ground.

After two days of practice, Hazel had essentially mastered the use of the three powers, and she appeared imbued with strength.

The next evening, she received a mind link from Cyril, informing her that the war between the werewolf alliance and the witches was set to take place the day after tomorrow. With only three days left for training, everyone under fifty had to be in a state of readiness.

Naturally, Hazel knew that the target of this battle wasn’t the witches but the vampires. She decided to return to the Pack; she intended to personally inform Cyril of the progress she had made through her training.