Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 2968

Nyx took a step back, her expression turning grim. She could tell that this was clearly the external release of vampire and werewolf energy.

"Andrew!" She tried calling out to him.

Although Andrew had opened his eyes, they had no focus. At her call, Andrew immediately looked toward Nyx.

Nyx felt a chill of terror, as if being targeted by some prehistoric beast. At her level, she naturally was not afraid of any wild animals. Yet at this moment, with Andrew carrying both vampire and werewolf auras, even she felt her scalp prickle with unease.

Nyx's face turned pale as she suddenly remembered why this situation felt so familiar and filled her with dread. Once, she had faced one of the vampire progenitors. Its aura had been exactly like this, full of absolute oppressive force and suffocating pressure.

What Andrew now exuded was precisely that unique aura belonging to vampire or werewolf progenitors.

But why was this happening?

Just as Nyx was reeling in shock, Andrew suddenly let out a low growl from his mouth. It was the threatening roar only heard when vampires or werewolves transformed.

Then, a black and crimson blur flashed before her eyes.

Nyx snapped her head around and saw Andrew clinging upside down to the corner of the chamber ceiling like a spider. She backed away step by step, her throat dry.

A blood-red glow flared in Andrew's eyes. His speed exploded again, fast enough to make even Nyx's hair stand on end.

Her head spun, and her vision went dark. She was slammed to the ground, her mind reeling. Only after a long moment did her vision slowly clear.

She realized she had been pinned beneath a frenzied Andrew. There was nothing in his gaze but bloodlust and a dangerous hunger.

Nyx's entire body was drenched in sweat as she rushed toward the hidden exit of the chamber. Just as she was about to escape, she hesitated and looked back at Andrew.

Clenching her teeth, she realized she could not bring herself to leave him behind, fearing something terrible would happen.

However, this moment's hesitation allowed Andrew, under the intertwining influence of two dark attributes, to lose himself.

Nyx did not even have the chance to fight back before Andrew seized her and forced her down. In her panic and humiliation, she struggled helplessly.

Then, Andrew lowered his head and bit into her slender neck.

Nyx let out a soft moan, her eyes widening, with slight pain and an indescribable sense of submission. After that, she felt something forcefully entering her.