Blood Awakening: The Strongest Hybrid and His Vampire Bride - Chapter 319

Chapter 319: The Nosferatu Ball – Grand Opening
The moment the boats reached the extravagant piers of the private island, many of the moonlight alliance became shocked at the level of technology and military power on display.

Several frigates were moored along different piers with black body armour and automatic weapons attached to their bodies. Sitting hidden in the lavish greenery were bunkers equipped with automated machine guns and RPGs which would obliterate anything in their sights.

‘No wonder the families are worried about our return.’

Nikolai’s head still groggy from waking up, his eyes noticed these weapons, the cannons hidden in the guise of beauty. Even supernaturals couldn’t resist something like that.

It just made him curious. ‘What do they have to hide on this island to justify such defence?’ He couldn’t speak to the girls behind him because their members stood at the piers, wearing smart tuxedos and bow ties, waiting for Nikolai and his group with a warm welcome.

The problem was how warm it felt.

There were social media stars, actors and many television personalities that waved at him. It wasn’t only the moonlight alliance that was invited to this party; and also included the rich elite of the human world.

‘Something is wrong…’ Nikolai couldn’t hide the worry that rose within him.

“My dear, don’t worry about such things. We’ll protect you no matter what.”

Kumiko squeezed his hand, causing him to turn and look at the beautiful fox in a lavish royal blue gown. Her eyes sparkled under the low atmospheric lights as they were ushered into the VIP area, where several tables waited for their arrival.

Kumiko quickly wrapped around his body and covered their faces with her tails, blocking the staff and security cameras, as she pulled close and whispered.

“Don’t make your feelings obvious, my dear—we are being monitored.”

“Thank you, Kumiko.” He felt thankful to her because he had almost made his thoughts obvious to the staff watching.

She smiled, her tails moving and covering his view before quickly pecking him on the cheek. “Now you have energy, darling.”

Behind him, Selene and Risa just chuckled, understanding why Kumiko reacted that way.

They just felt relaxed that the people who attended this party knew about supernaturals, as even the Nosferatu didn’t hide their transformations. However, Nikita’s eyes bulged open when she saw the two flirting and snorted with displeasure.

“Let’s go, Nikita.” Nikolai noticed her slight annoyance and extended his idle hand. “Take my hand.”

“Hmph~ I would rather hug your arm, hehe.” Nikita pounced, her tail wagging behind her.

“Come now, we don’t want to cause a scene.”

Risa stepped in and chided both of them before walking beside Kumiko and Amphitrite, who stood at the front and waited for the group to settle. It seemed that before the ball completely opened, a small greeting would be held in the lavish gardens, with dozens of tables for each clan and company.

‘It’s quite well done.’

Nikolai couldn’t help but admire their skills and talent. Even if the Nosferatu were an enemy, he couldn’t help but find their attention to detail and exquisite taste appealing.

Many large white tables surrounded by various bushes and exotic trees from across the world appeared in the garden. Small fairy lights were entwined in the leaves and spread out in a beautiful pattern that resembled the night sky.

He could only sigh at such a sight, but as they reached the table…

Nikolai’s Father and Grandfather stood from their seats, and their faces seemed grim as they looked across. There, the Hati, Silver and other werewolf clans from the Daywalkers surrounded the Volkov clan’s table, while the other members of the moonlight alliance sat in the midst of vampires and other enemy races.

“We’ll talk later…” Nikolai’s father muttered, his eyes flickering towards Nikolai with an understanding expression.

Nikolai nodded and turned away, thankfully because the women were classified as Nikolai’s fiancées. All of them would sit with the Volkov family, but being so isolated was clearly a message from the Daywalkers and Nosferatu.

‘After all, this isn’t a friendly ball…’

A sudden thought spread through Nikolai’s mind, but before it could grow any further. Several claps echoed out from the main stage in the distance, when a large man in an exquisite tuxedo stood with a microphone and a slightly pale face, with long blue hair and a charismatic aura.

“Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. It is an honour to hold such an event for the Nosferatu Clan and also a pleasure to have so many guests from outside our community attending.”

Ivan suddenly leaned close to Nikolai before muttering in his ear, barely audible over the surrounding noise.

“Nikolai, that’s apparently the heir of the new patriarch.”

‘What?’

This news suddenly became obvious when the vampire’s gaze traced over the tables, lifting the corners of his lips mockingly for the Volkov and Fenrir tables.

‘Asshole…’

He stepped closer, holding the microphone, and spread his arms.

The moment he did, fireworks of all different colours exploded in the sky, followed by various shapes that appeared and changed to match the atmosphere he created.

The words “Welcome To The Nosferatu Grand Gala Ball!” flickered and sparkling in various colours.

“We welcome you and hope that all of us can get close during this weekend… so please enjoy yourself and relax.”

The crowd clapped and cheered as if this event were nothing but a lavish party, their eyes focused on the sky with excitement at the extravagant display. But Nikolai and the others felt apprehensive, knowing that this event could never be so simple. It was definitely not an event where they could relax…

A regret from bringing Nikolai and his fiancees lingered in the minds of his father and grandfather.

However, now it was too late… the boats wouldn’t return for three nights.

***

When the opening ceremony ended, many of the people scattered through the garden, mingling with other tables and talking about business and family matters.

Nikolai’s ears burned with the greedy discussions about how to expand and what deals could be made with the Nosferatu, even though they were considered an enemy.

‘Why didn’t we do something like this…’

However, while he sipped on a cold, sour red wine, someone from the Hati table approached them, a rather handsome male with slicked-back black hair and dull brown eyes. Nikolai narrowed his eyes, aggressive impulses rising within him, but he couldn’t act out here. It would be wrong to cause havoc when he didn’t know their intentions.

The blood in Nikolai’s veins boiled as, watched the surrounding tables grin and sneer while gazing at them.

“Hello there, beautiful miss.” The werewolf, who looked to be no more than 25 years old, spoke to Nikita as if Nikolai didn’t exist.

Nikita, who didn’t bother standing from her seat, craned her neck to look up at the approaching male with an uninterested expression.

“You’re ugly and smell bad. Go away.” She responded while pinching her nose and shooing him away like a dog.

The male’s face scrunched up, showing a hideous form, his fangs on display. Yet, desperate to hide his embarrassment, he reached forward to grab Nikita.

Alas, he was a young pup and couldn’t control himself after a life of pampering. To be insulted and told no so clearly was a first.

“What did you say bitch!?”

His words never left his mouth. Instead, a massive force slammed into the back of his head, as Nikolai smashed his face into a searing hot soup.

The soup bubbled as the male tried to escape, but Nikolai blocked the sight using his body and black tail swishing. He gazed down at Nikita with a sharp, domineering look and mockingly continued.

“You look amazingly beautiful, miss. Can I have the pleasure of hearing your name?”

“Gubu…gubu…”

However, Nikolai ignored the werewolf, who continued to struggle in the bowl, before turning his ears to Nikita, who responded with a mischievous smile.

“My name is Nikita Volkov, and this is my husband-to-be and father of my children.”

The voice was loud enough to make the other werewolf clans freeze, gasping from the information, as Nikita pointed at Nikolai.

The moment she spoke, he released the squirming male’s head, allowing him to rip free. But the amusing skeptical of his pink face, seared by the scalding hot soup and bright red skin, caused many people to laugh.

The man who tried to approach Nikita was so embarrassed that he could barely hold himself back before turning and sprinting away into the distance as fast as he could.

“Keep it there, Nikolai; they are watching you.”

Ivan didn’t want to warn his son.

Instead, he felt like cheering at how he embarrassed the stupid mutt.

But his words were correct.

The entire clan of Nosferatu was now glaring at the young werewolf. If looks could kill, he would have died enough to kill a dozen cats.

Nikolai nodded and turned his back. Although he wanted to retaliate, the situation was not ideal for something like that. Instead, he snapped his fingers, calling a Nosferatu servant, and handed them the tainted soup. And took a fresh one, and before serving it to Nikita, he scooped the first spoon to check for poison. The taste was savoury, with a slight sweetness from the butter and meat added.

“My dear princess, please enjoy.”

“Oh my, are you spoiling me?”

He stifled his chuckle at Nikita’s playful response as she allowed him to feed her, finding himself enchanted by her soft pink lips as they squished against the spoon, swallowing the soup. Her playful eyes flicked up, gazing at him, and she flirtatiously slid her tongue along the silver like a deadly snake.

“Princess, don’t play with your food.”

“Aye…” She muttered back.

The rest of the table remained silent and just enjoyed the spectacle as if the two were in a world of their own, and despite their worries, this was how the first few hours and initial meal of the ball ended.

Maybe a test to see what weaknesses their clans would show.