TAINTED BLOOD (Aro Volturi X Reader)

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As the sun peeked over the horizon, Aro set out for the grand library. With an eager heart and a thirst for enlightenment, he sought to delve into the enigmatic history of northern covens.

The library, a majestic edifice of stone and glass, stood at the heart of the ancient city. Its vaulted ceilings whispered secrets of forgotten ages, and its shelves groaned under the weight of countless volumes. As Aro entered the hallowed halls, a hush fell over the room.

He made his way to the northern section, where tomes dedicated to the elusive covens lay hidden. The pages were yellowed with age, their ink faded but still legible. Aro immersed himself in the intricate script, his mind racing as he pieced together the fragmented history.

He learned of the ancient matriarchs who founded the covens, their wisdom and their powers. He discovered their rituals and their beliefs, a blend of ancient traditions and forbidden knowledge. As he delved deeper, a sense of awe and wonder washed over him.

Then he came across the chapter of northern witches. The imagery leaving him in awe and astonishment.

The northern covens were not merely a collection of witches but a repository of forgotten wisdom. They held the keys to hidden realms and the secrets of the supernatural. Aro felt a profound connection to these ancient beings, as if their spirits whispered to him through the pages.

He was searching for any information on Y/N's magic. She has been confined of her power for so long that they may have grown weak over the years.

So Aro tirelessly pursued his research. The library became his sanctuary, a place where he could lose himself in the labyrinth of knowledge. With each passing hour, his understanding grew, and his respect for the northern covens soared.

This helping him to how he was going to delegate the exchange.

Finally, as the last rays of sunlight pierced the library's stained-glass windows, Aro closed the final book. He had uncovered a wealth of knowledge that would forever shape his path. The northern covens were not mere legends but a living legacy, a testament to the power and mystery that still lingered in the world.

And he found one thing they may seek in the exchange if he was not willing to trade Y/N.

Then he heard the wide large library doors open by their ancient creaking sound.

There entered Y/N. Her presence as delicate and alluring as the scent of vanilla.

Y/N stepped inside, her eyes wide with wonder and anticipation. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders like a silken waterfall, framing a face of ethereal beauty. Aro's crimson gaze lingered on her, drawn to the enigmatic depths of her eyes.

However, she did not notice him there.

and he noticed her hair was delicately covering the side of her face, almost covering her one eye. This was different from the usual Y/N he seen. Little did he know, she did this on purpose. She did not want anyone to see the nasty mark Marcus left her with. Especially Aro.

As she browsed the towering shelves, her slender fingers tracing the spines of ancient tomes, Aro felt a stirring within him. He had lived for centuries, witnessing countless mortals come and go, but there was something about Y/N that captivated him.

Of course, his mate hood instincts were driving him mad

Her aura radiated a peculiar mixture of innocence and wisdom, a tantalizing blend that piqued his curiosity. As he usually saw her.He had the irresistible urge to unravel her secrets, to taste the essence of her soul.

With feline grace, Aro approached her, his voice a silken whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Y/N" is all he said.

"May I be of assistance?" he continued.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she turned to face the crimson vampire. She did not know he was in the library as well.

"Yes, actually" she replied, her voice slightly trembling. "I am looking for a book on the history of the Volturi."

Aro's eyes sparkled with amusement. "An apt choice," he said. "Allow me to guide you." he continued with the smile of a fox.