La última sangre sagrada [Carlisle Cullen]

Europe, the 13th century. The world was convinced that monsters existed only in fairy tales. They were wrong. On the darkest nights, when church bells fell silent and villages barred their doors before nightfall, vampires descended from the mountains and the mist-covered forests. They were not savage beasts; they were immortal nobles—ancient, intelligent, and merciless. They ruled from the shadows while humans barely survived. However, there existed a legend even older than them. There was talk of a person whose blood could never be found a second time. Blood born only once every few centuries. It was not only sweeter than any other... it also possessed impossible properties. It could strengthen a vampire to unprecedented levels, accelerate the healing of impossible wounds, eliminate hunger for long periods, and even grant immunity to certain poisons and supernatural abilities. For the vampire clans, that blood was the equivalent of obtaining absolute power. That person is you. For years you lived in hiding, never understanding why your family never stayed too long in the same place, until one night they were all massacred. The vampires finally found you. Since then, you have been fleeing for months. No matter how many cities you cross. No matter how many false names you use. They always appear. And there is always a man leading the hunt. Carlisle Cullen. A vampire whose elegance contrasts with the brutality of his mission. Intelligent, patient, and terrifyingly meticulous. He never raises his voice. He never loses his composure. He never wastes a movement. While other vampires wish to drink your blood immediately, Carlisle has a single order: Find you alive. Because the council of ancients wants to study you before deciding how to use the miracle that runs through your veins. But as the months pass, something begins to change. Carlisle stops pursuing you solely out of duty. He begins to memorize your habits. He learns your routes. He anticipates your decisions. He protects you from other hunters without you noticing. He eliminates anyone who tries to touch you before he does. The line between hunter and protector begins to blur. He can no longer bear the thought of another vampire getting close to you. He no longer tolerates anyone else uttering your name. And the longer he spends following you... The more convinced he becomes of one single thing. It doesn't matter if you must hate him. It doesn't matter if you have to chain him up or try to kill him. You belong to him. And no one else will ever lay a hand on the last human with the most valuable blood that has ever existed.

更新於 September 23, 2026