“Are you ready for the fresh blood, Weeber?” Professor Meyer teased as he slumped into a chair in the English department’s lounge. “I certainly don’t envy you teaching first-year courses.” I arched my brow, lowering my tablet to look at him. I knew he meant the saying in the aspect of the crop of freshmen that started classes today. He has no clue what I am, so he doesn’t realize how literal his words are to me. As far as Meyer is concerned, I’m the young professor. It’s almost amusing that the man thinks he’s my senior. Based on looks, I still look the same twenty-five I was when I was turned, while Meyer looks about what you’d expect of a sixty-five-year-old human male. In the six years I’ve worked here, this time around, Meyer decided he should take me under his wing. Aidan loves to tease me about it, while Isak finds it adorable. I’m indifferent to his attempts to act as my senior. “That is where we differ, Meyer.” I shrugged, starting to gather my things. “You prefer the juni

SLAM!The loud sound of the heavy antique red oak double doors being slammed echoed through our shared historic Queen Anne Victorian home. Someone was in a foul mood. It wasn’t me because I was in the study looking through my class rosters to rank potential feeding prospects for the semester. It couldn’t be Isak. I distinctly remember seeing him earlier when I came home. That meant the only person who could be storming in was Albert.I glanced at the grandfather clock and frowned when I saw the time. Nine o’clock? He shouldn’t be home this early. His class should’ve only ended an hour and a half ago. Driving here from campus takes about twenty minutes, so Albert drove straight home. We have plenty of blood bags, but Albert has always preferred straight from the tap. I sighed as I rose and poked my head into the foyer. I wasn’t alone in my curiosity about Albert’s sudden and violent return. I noticed Isak leaning over the railing of the stairs. The street lights from outside coming th

When Aidan returned home, visibly flustered by Hana’s resistance, he shared the key moments of their interaction. Unlike Albert’s situation, Aidan managed to engage in a conversation and almost kissed her. He was convinced that her human innocence was the barrier to that kiss. I’m not entirely convinced of that. Nevertheless, Princess Hana Kinsley has piqued my interest. I’ve known Aidan for over three centuries, and seeing a human resist him is rare. Even though I don’t get involved in such things, I sought this human out. It wasn’t difficult to look up her schedule to find the best time and place to organize a meeting. Albert tried in class, which was a foolish choice as it’s an area in which he has perceived power and authority. Of course, she wouldn’t be receptive to her teacher’s direct approach, especially in front of other students. Then, Aidan had a better approach, but he still pushed too far, too fast, and lost. I’m going for somewhere less intimidating and noisy. That’s r

It’s been two weeks since I made that bet with Aidan and Isak. I’d been surprised Isak suggested it. Not because he’s an angel. Humans have an entirely wrong view of angels. I’ve yet to meet one I’d described as kind or loving. They are NOT gentle creatures here to protect humanity. They feed off the sins of mortals. They want humans to sin; to me, that doesn’t make them any better than the rest of us. The only supernatural beings that don’t need humans to live are werewolves. That is probably why they always act like they’re better than the rest of us—that and because the Moon Goddess created them. Vampires are the children of Cain, yes, that Cain from the Christian Bible. I have no clue what the origins of angels and demons are. Isak and Aidan don’t even know. Their species just existed - which explains why they think they are better than vampires and werewolves. To summarize, for those trying to make sense of all this, it’s all bullshit, and no matter what, your species being a

I knew Hana Kinsley, or Yashida as she’s called at Yale, would be a challenge. I wanted her to be, especially when seducing her became a bet between me and my friends Albert and Isak. The whole point was that we, primarily Albert and I, wanted a challenge this semester. Having women throw themselves at us gets boring, as difficult as that may be to imagine. However, two weeks of making up excuses to get near her and getting nowhere is longer than expected. When I say I’ve gotten nowhere, I mean it. Hana would spot me and pull a Houdini. If I didn’t know she was human, I’d swear she was a witch, given how she could disappear. And before you suggest it, I don’t think it’s any hunter trick she’s learned. I know enough about the hunters and their practices to realize they can’t simply disappear. Yet, somehow, Princess Hana managed to disappear into the crowd before I could get to her. If I dared to use my power in public and risked more trouble with the order, she wouldn’t have. But alas