Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 93: What Are You?

Zethan gripped the steering wheel, his hands trembling. The car roared down the desolate road, moving faster than ever. His blood-red eyes locked on the path ahead, unblinking, unyielding. His jaw clenched tight, his breath shallow and ragged.

Fear clawed at his chest—fear unlike anything he had ever felt before.

He should have known. He should have listened to the unease gnawing at him, whispering warnings into the back of his mind. But he hadn’t. And now, Zack would pay for it.

Then—he saw her.

A figure in the middle of the road.

Lilia.

Bound. Motionless.

His heart stopped, but the car didn’t. It tore forward at full speed. Zethan yanked the wheel in a frantic motion.

SCREECH!

The tires screeched, the vehicle spinning wildly before crashing into the trees.

Before the impact fully settled, he was already moving.

In a blur of speed, he wrenched the car door open and stepped out, dodging the thick branch that cracked above him from the force of the collision. It plummeted downward, smashing into the wreckage with a deafening

BAM!

But he didn’t stop.

His eyes, glowing like molten embers, locked onto Lilia.

She was kneeling, her body trembling, tears streaking her bruised face. Blood trickled down from her scalp, staining her once-pristine skin.

Zethan’s lips curled, a slow, dangerous smile creeping in. His nails sharpened into claws, his body thrumming with something primal.

Lilia lifted her head, her breath hitching in her throat.

The hit she had been expecting never came.

Something was different.

Her swollen eyes widened, adjusting to the sight before her. There he was—Zethan. His silver hair was disheveled, falling over his face, but she could still see them.

His eyes.

They gleamed under the moonlight, no longer the familiar dark she knew, but a deep, predatory red. His footsteps were calm, and deliberate, yet he screamed danger.

She couldn’t believe.

His aura—it was suffocating, inhuman.

She tried to move, but her body refused to obey.

Then, suddenly, he was there.

His arms wrapped around her, his breath ghosting against her ear. His voice was a whisper—deep, steady, yet laced with something unspoken.

"I’m sorry...My wife forgive me"

Lilia shivered. His voice was soothing, reassuring even—but at the same time, it carried something dark. Something dangerous.

He held her carefully, his fingers grazing her bruised skin. His gaze darkened, taking in the sight of her—bloodied, trembling, her lips swollen, her eyes puffy from crying.

Zethan exhaled slowly, then pulled her into another hug. His large hands cupped her cheeks, his thumbs brushing over her skin with surprising gentleness.

His body trembled.

So did hers.

Then—

A sound.

Engines roaring.

Headlights cutting through the night.

Lilia flinched.

Cars. Helicopters.

Dozens of armed men surrounded them, their guns trained from every possible angle.

The only light piercing through the suffocating darkness came from the glaring headlights of the vehicles encircling them. The rhythmic thrumming of the helicopter blades sent shivers through the air.

There they stood—Zethan, holding Lilia in his arms, while the men surrounded them like predators waiting to strike.

One of the men stepped forward, his gun raised, his stance rigid. His voice rang through the tense silence.

"Let her go, or you both die."

Silence.

No one moved.

Then—

Zethan chuckled.

A slow, dark laugh that sent shivers down Lilia’s spine.

The men stiffened, their hands tightening around their guns.

What...?

What kind of person laughed at a moment like this?

His smile widened. His head tilted slightly, his eyes gleaming with something unhinged.

"Go on," he murmured, his voice almost teasing. "Pull the triggers."

Lilia’s breath caught in her throat.

He held her tighter, standing in the middle of the road, surrounded by death. The helicopters loomed above, their weapons glinting under the artificial lights.

As if that wasn’t enough, he continued, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper.

"Zack did well sending you all here. Make sure to remember your last words... because they might truly be your last."

A suffocating silence followed. Their eyes widened in sheer horror, dread settling deep in their bones. Lilia felt her breath hitch—she had never heard Zethan’s voice this terrifying before. It wasn’t just anger or malice—it was something darker. It was as if she was staring into the abyss... and the abyss was staring right back.

The men hesitated.

Because now, standing there with that eerie, knowing smile—Zethan was far more dangerous than they had ever imagined.

And then, with a slow, predatory smirk, he murmured:

"Click it."

The hesitation was palpable.

Zethan didn’t move. He didn’t flinch.

He just stood there, holding her. freewёbnoνel.com

A dangerous man on his own battlefield—silent, unyielding.

Then—

Before anyone could react—

SHRA!

Zethan’s sharp nails tore through the bindings on Lilia’s wrists, freeing her hand in a swift motion. His voice was calm but firm as he murmured, "Shut your eyes."

The command barely left his lips before gunfire erupted.

Lilia flinched, instinctively curling into herself, bracing for the sharp sting of a bullet—yet it never came. Instead, she felt something else entirely. A sudden rush of air, the sensation of being lifted. Strong arms wrapped around her, her body pressed tightly against his.

Her heart pounded.

Zethan was moving. Carrying her. But it wasn’t just movement—it was speed.

Impossible speed.

Lilia’s breath caught in her throat. How was this happening? How was he—? Just how...?

The world around them blurred into streaks of color, her surroundings tilting as he maneuvered with an agility no human should possess. The sharp crack of bullets echoed in the air, but none found their mark.

Zethan twisted and turned, his body a shield between her and the storm of gunfire. Each movement was fluid, calculated... inhuman.

Then—he leaped.

Lilia gasped, her head snapping backward at the sudden weightlessness. For a brief, terrifying moment, it felt as if they were floating. Then, in the blink of an eye, they were no longer where they had stayed.

He had moved her.

Her arms instinctively tightened around him, her body pressing closer. Just a second ago, they had been standing amidst the chaos. Now—

A bullet tore through the empty space where she had just been slightlypudhed toward by Zethan.

Her breath hitched. That would have hit her.

Then—BANG.

Another gunshot.

Not from Zethan. Not from her.

From them.

Lilia barely had time to register the sound before a spray of crimson painted the air. Blood splattered across the cars, the road now streaked with red.

Her pulse pounded in her ears. The wind howled past her, the world a blur of motion.

And yet—Zethan remained in control.

Lilia’s gaze darted around, her mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. Then it struck her. He wasn’t just dodging their bullets—he was manipulating them.

Every movement he made disrupted their aim, forcing them to turn their guns on their own.

They were killing their own men.

One by one, bodies dropped, collapsing in heaps of motionless limbs. Confusion spread among the remaining shooters as realization dawned too late.

Zethan stood amidst the carnage, unwavering. His expression unreadable.

His voice cut through the chaos.

"Go on."

Then—headlights.

The deep growl of engines pierced the night as sleek black vehicles skidded to a halt. Doors flung open. Figures emerged, dressed in dark, tailored suits, their movements precise and practiced.

Zethan’s men had arrived.

The atmosphere shifted.

The tension thickened, the air turning electric with an impending storm of violence.

Lilia barely had time to process it before she felt Zethan tense. His head dropped slightly, his jaw clenched, a muscle ticking at the corner. His whole body vibrated with suppressed energy.

Then—his head snapped up.

Everything shifted.

Lilia gasped.

Before she could react, he moved.

One second, she was on solid ground. The next—her body was weightless once more, cradled effortlessly in his grip. The world blurred around them, a dizzying rush of wind as he moved again.

Then—stillness.

A sharp click.

A car door swung open.

Before Lilia could even register what was happening, she was gently placed into a seat—near the driver’s side. The air inside the vehicle was thick, charged with an intensity that made her skin prickle.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, lungs straining for air that suddenly felt too heavy.

Zethan’s frame loomed as he shut the door.

For a moment, he stood outside, fingers flexing at his sides, his entire posture rigid. His eyes darkened, his expression unreadable, like a predator calculating its next move.

Then, with eerie calm, he moved.

Sliding into the driver’s seat.

The door shut.

A beat passed.

Then—the car shot backward.

Lilia lurched forward, barely catching herself against the dashboard. The vehicle reversed at a terrifying speed, tires screeching against the road.

Zethan didn’t hesitate. No attempt to check his mirrors, no need to adjust. Just pure, controlled movement.

Then, with a sharp flick of his wrist, he twisted the car into an impossible drift—effortless, seamless—before accelerating forward.

Lilia’s breath came in short, uneven gasps.

Her hands trembled, fingers digging into the seat. Her mind was racing. Not from fear of the chase.

Not from the danger surrounding them.

But from him.

His voice was low, quiet—almost soothing.

"Hang in there, sweetheart."

The words sent a shiver down her spine.

Lilia barely had time to process them before her lips parted, the question slipping out before she could stop it.

Her voice was a whisper.

"What... are you?"

For a moment, silence.

Then—his voice.

Smooth. Chilling. Slow.

"I’m no human, Lilia."

His gaze flickered toward her, dark, unreadable.

"I’m a vampire."

Her heart nearly stopped.

Lilia’s mind reeled, every nerve in her body screaming at her to run. To fight. To do something.

But she was frozen.

Paralyzed in shock.

Zethan’s lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk.

"And soon..."

His voice dropped lower.

"I’ll make you one too."

Lilia’s eyes widened in horror.

Her body tensed. Her thoughts spiraled into chaos.

Then—his voice again.

"Scared? Don’t be."

He grinned.

Before she could even think, a sharp pain throbbed in her head.

A dull, aching pressure building between her temples.

The world blurred.

She heard him curse.

Then—

CRASH.

Darkness swallowed her whole.