In the sleepless heart of modern New York, where glass skyscrapers glimmer like altars to human ambition, something ancient stirs beneath the surface. They walk among mortals-creatures of hunger wearing faces of civility. Vampires dine beside the living, whispering laughter over wine, their elegance masking centuries of blood and silence. And at the center of this quiet masquerade stands Jennie, a soft-spoken new editor in a Manhattan publishing firm. No one suspects the truth-that she is Ruby Jane, Queen of Vampires, heir to a lineage that carved history in crimson. She abandoned her throne in Europe, left her kin restless and vengeful, for one reason only: a mortal woman named Lalisa Manoban. Lisa is light. Warmth. Everything Ruby's kind has forgotten how to touch. For two years, Ruby has hidden in plain sight, living beneath fluorescent lights and mortal chatter, her hunger stitched behind a smile. Every laugh, every careless glance from Lisa unravels her further. Anyone who drifts too close to Lisa vanishes-quietly, efficiently, as if erased by the night itself. But Ruby is not the only thing stalking her. There are shadows that do not carry the scent of blood. Older. Colder. Watching. When an unseen predator begins haunting the same alleys, Ruby's obsession twists into wariness. The city trembles under disappearances dressed as coincidence, and the fragile veil between the human and the monstrous begins to thin. Soon, the Queen who came to worship will have to choose: concealment or carnage. And Lalisa Manoban-the woman she cannot stop watching- may not be the prey she believes she is.

Lisa Manoban is a powerful woman with too many enemies and not enough time. When assassins breach her final line of defense, she turns to the forbidden - summoning a demon from the Ninth Gate. Enter Jennie, a deadly guardian bound by an ancient oath. Cold, powerful, and born of fire, Jennie was never meant to care for humans. But as blood spills and secrets unravel, their pact begins to shift. Because Jennie isn't just guarding Lisa's body anymore- She's starting to guard her heart.

"She was falling... and I chose to catch her." Lalisa Manoban is an innocent alpha siren, born in the depths of the sea. Gentle, kind, and forbidden to interfere with the human world, she follows the sacred laws passed down by her ancestors. Until the night Jennie Kim-a beautiful, powerful heiress with a shattered heart and too much wine in her veins-falls off her luxury yacht and into the ocean's arms. Lisa saves her. And for that, the sea punishes her. Cast out from the ocean and turned into a human, Lisa is silent, confused, and utterly fascinated by the woman she saved. But Jennie? She's dangerous. Cold. Haunted by pain, betrayal, and a past she refuses to confront. Two worlds weren't meant to collide... But beneath the waves, fate had already chosen them.

"She has no magic. No beast form. No reason to survive." But she walked into their world anyway. At Kim Academy, everyone is something more: a shapeshifter, a siren, a dragon, a god-blooded heir. Everyone... except her. Lalisa Manoban, a 23-year-old scholar from Thailand, is the only human ever accepted into the most elite academy of supernatural beings. No claws. No wings. No legacy. Just intelligence, heart, and one quiet dream - to meet her idol: Jennie Kim. But Jennie isn't who Lisa imagined. Cold, powerful, and feared even by the strongest, Jennie Kim rules the academy like a queen with fire in her veins and ice in her heart. She doesn't believe in weakness - especially not love. Humans don't belong in her world. Lisa was never supposed to cross her path. But fate, secrets, and a spark that shouldn't exist... might change everything. One girl with no powers. One queen with too much. In a world where beasts reign - Can one human survive love? ---

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The story is intended for entertainment purposes only and does not reflect real-life situations or individuals. Reader discretion is advised.

- In the supernatural world the Highest Alphas need to train their Sons and Daughters to learn how to fight and become a great Alpha. One day they decided to let their Sons and Daughters, Liam Manoban, Jason Kim, Jennie Kim and Park Chaeyoung to attend the best and expensive school in Korea it's located in the middle of the forest the school only accepts The future Alphas to train and discipline them the name of the school is "SOUTH KOREA ALPHAWEREWOLF ACADEMY" ⚠GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AHEAD⚠ 🏆# 1 ranked- werewolfacademy 🏆#2 ranked- werewolfacademy 🏆#20 ranked-werewolfacademy ----------------------------------------------------------- A/N: This story is just a Fanfic this is only for fun and to all jenlisa and chaesoo shippers! Hope u like it💖

She steps forward, until I'm close enough to examine her eyes. Spots of red and black bombard her brown eyes. Her breath hot and murky as she speaks "We're all infected here." Only rule Live Today- Die Tomorrow

Lisa brings an angel home.

It's a cruel twist of fate. You have to kill the one who makes you feel alive again. ... This is an original story, written by me. I'm not allowing anyone to copy or adapt my story. This fictional story is entirely original and not based on any real events, people, or other works of fiction.

Lisa woke up to the stark whiteness of a hospital room, the sharp scent of antiseptic making everything feel hazy, unreal. Her head throbbed, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't piece together how she had ended up here. But there was something else-something deeper than the confusion. A presence. It wasn't just paranoia; it was the kind of feeling that settled into your bones, heavy and inescapable. Someone was watching. Not just watching-knowing. As if a stranger had been walking alongside her all this time, seeing parts of her she didn't even understand herself. No matter how much she tried to brush it off, the weight of it lingered, pressing against the edges of her mind. "You ask how to live, but I ask-how do I rest when my soul is still tangled with yours?"