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Vampire’s Kiss Witch’s Curse

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Elena's eyes sparkled with playfulness as she raised her hands, her fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air. Small, shimmering portals materialized before her, their edges pulsating with a soft blue light. With a mischievous grin, she snatched nearby objects, a book, a vase, a chair leg and hurled them into the waiting portals. Each object vanished with a soft whoosh, only to reappear an instant later from another portal that opened elsewhere in the room. Ricky watched in wonder, his eyes darting from one portal to the next, mesmerized by the spectacle. Elena's gaze swept the room, searching for her next demonstration. Her eyes landed on Ricky, and a sly grin spread across her face. With a flick of her wrist, she conjured a burst of magic that enveloped Ricky. His clothes transformed before his eyes, replaced by a adorable bunny costume complete with fluffy ears and a cotton ball tail. Ricky's jaw dropped in astonishment, his face flushing with surprise. For a moment, he was too stunned to react, but soon he protested, "Hey, what's going on? I didn't ask for this!" Elena laughed, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Oh, come on, Ricky! You have to admit, you make a cute bunny!" Ricky's face turned beet red as he squirmed in embarrassment. "Elena, stop! Please!" Still chuckling, Elena relented, waving her hand once more. The bunny costume vanished, replaced by a pair of comfy red pajamas with tiny golden stars embroidered on the sleeves and a matching pair of slippers. Ricky let out a sigh of relief, his face still flushed but grateful for the change. "Okay, okay, Elena. You've made your point. Can we stop the magic show now?" Ricky asked, his eyes pleading for mercy. Elena giggled, her magic dissipating as she nodded, "Alright, alright. No more demonstrations for now." Ricky's curiosity got the better of him, and he asked, "Elena, can you tell me more about the legends? The war between vampires and witches?" In most novels, vampires and witches are sworn enemies, but what if we defy convention? What if they're not adversaries, but allies? Welcome, dear readers, I'm Blackrose, and in this tale, vampires and witches unite. A historic truce between the two species led to a peculiar decree: vampires are forbidden from pairing with their own kind. Instead, they must form unions with witches - a male witch with a female vampire, or vice versa. This raises a tantalizing question: what becomes of their offspring? Meet the Dhampirs, the remarkable hybrids born from these unlikely pairings...
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Forged in Chaos: A Transmigrator’s Tale in the DC Universe

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