Chapter: Chapter 8: The Night the Moon Stopped SingingFLASHBACK: The throne room burned.Pillars crumbled in flames kissed by shadow. Cracks webbed through the marble floors where blood pooled like ink, and the royal banners—embroidered with twin phoenixes—lay torn and trampled beneath shattered glass.Alaric stood in the center, breath ragged, sword wet with the blood of his own kin.Behind him, the obsidian gate—once sealed with thirteen spells—gaped open, its runes pulsing like a heartbeat. The magic was alive. Hungry.“You opened it,” Elara’s voice echoed, breaking through the chaos.He turned.And she stood there like a vision from a dying world—white gown stained red, crown missing, hands glowing with unearthly power.“I had no choice,” Alaric said, stepping toward her. “The Council would have done it anyway. I thought I could control it.”“You thought you could tame a god?”“Elara—”“Don’t.” Her voice cracked like thunder. “You made me swear we’d protect the seal. That we’d never let them raise what sleeps beneath.”“I did it for
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Chapter: Chapter 7: When Stars Still Remembered UsFLASHBACK: The moonlight spilled like liquid silver over the obsidian balcony, and below, the kingdom pulsed with life—fires glowing, voices rising in celebration. The air was perfumed with night-blooming roses and distant myrrh, a scent Elara always said reminded her of home.Alaric stood at the edge of the marble balustrade, a goblet of red wine untouched in his hand. His crown, forged from black starlight and dragonbone, rested heavy on his brow, yet his shoulders bore the weight of something far greater.Behind him, the doors to the royal chamber opened with a hush.“I know that look,” Elara said softly, her silk gown whispering against the floor. “You wear it when peace feels too quiet.”He didn’t turn.“Peace has never lasted in this land,” he murmured. “Not for men like me.”“Then perhaps it’s time you stop seeing yourself as just a man.”That made him turn. Her golden eyes, radiant with the fire of a thousand suns, met his shadowed gaze. She was cloaked in deep emerald, the c
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Chapter: Episode 6: The Price of Memory
The moonlight flickered through the trees, casting ethereal patterns across Elara’s face. She sat still, her hand still lightly brushing Alaric’s. The warmth of his presence calmed her, but the fire of truth still blazed in her chest. “Do you remember the child?” Alaric asked carefully, his voice gentle, like he feared breaking the fragile peace between them. Elara blinked, her breath catching. “Child?” His eyes darkened with a storm of grief and longing. “Our son.” She stiffened, her gaze searching his. “We had a son?” Alaric nodded slowly. “His name was Caelum. You hid your pregnancy with powerful magic. Even I didn’t know until the final days.” She closed her eyes, a sharp pain twisting in her heart—like a name had echoed in the void of her dreams all along. Caelum. “He’s alive,” Alaric continued, “But he’s in danger. The Council never stopped hunting your bloodline. They want him. He is the fusion of three ancient powers—Vaelthorne, Carello, and Moonwell.” Elara stood abr
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Chapter: Episode 5: When Our Eyes First Met AgainThe wind whispered her name.Alaric stood on the edge of the forest, cloaked in the silver glow of the full moon. The sky was streaked in blood-red clouds, a sign that time was thinning—just like the barrier between past and present.He didn’t need spells or maps anymore.He could feel her.Every heartbeat. Every breath.Elara.She was near.---The Garden of MemoryAt the far end of Crestfall Manor, nestled behind twisted rose hedges and marble statues, a garden still bloomed—despite the corruption spreading across the land. Black roses and silver lilies filled the air with a strange, nostalgic scent.Elara walked through them barefoot, her gown trailing over the dew-kissed grass. Her fingers gently touched petals as she passed, her thoughts heavy.“I’ve been here before,” she murmured. “I know this place.”Mark watched her from a distance, arms crossed. “That’s because it used to be yours. Your real home.”She turned sharply. “You’ve said that before.”“And I’ll say it again until y
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Chapter: Episode 4: The Path of Blood and Flame
The moon hung low and red above the charred peaks of the Hollow Mountains, its light bleeding across the broken land like a fresh wound. The winds whispered secrets—old names and forbidden truths—carried through trees with bark blackened from ancient fire.At the edge of this cursed place stood Alaric Vellaria Vaelthorne, clad in his long black coat, the silver embroidery glowing faintly in the moonlight. His crimson eyes scanned the twisted forest before him, boots crunching over scorched earth. Behind him, the Black Citadel faded into the fog. Ahead, danger awaited.He could feel it in the air—Elara was somewhere in this world again. Alive. But the path to her would not be simple.And worse, something else had awakened with him.Something darker.---A Whisper in the WindA raven flew overhead, circling before letting out a shriek that echoed like a war cry. Alaric watched it with narrowed eyes. Ravens had always followed his wife—omens of power, creatures of omen.“Elara,” he whisp
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Chapter: Episode 3: The Vampire Alaric AwakensBeneath the ruins of the Black Citadel, deep in a crypt of stone and ash, the air shifted.Cold. Silent. Waiting.Chains rattled in the darkness, heavy as fate. Crimson runes pulsed across the walls, humming like a heartbeat. And in the center of the crypt, laid upon an obsidian slab, was a man. Pale as moonlight. Unmoving.Until now.The spell shattered like breaking glass.And Alaric Vellaria Vaelthorne opened his eyes.---Eighteen years of sleep.Eighteen years since Queen Elara cast her final spell—betraying the Council, rejecting the plan, turning herself into an infant to hide her powers, and cursing him to slumber until she returned.He remembered it all.Her tearful face as she whispered ancient words.The warmth of her hand against his chest.The flash of magic before the world turned black.Now… she was awake.And so was he.---Alaric sat up slowly, his body crackling with dormant power. His silver hair fell to his shoulders, eyes burning with deep crimson. A black crest g
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SEALED FATE
She wasn’t supposed to exist. And yet… she does.
After the death of her adoptive mother—one of the most powerful witches in Sabrah—Aster is cast out of the only family she’s ever known. With nothing but a mysterious trust fund, a secret past, and a promise to become a doctor, she escapes to Santossa City—a glittering metropolis ruled by Lycans and forbidden to vampires.
A city where she doesn’t belong.
A drunken night shatters her careful plans when she wakes in the bed of Carl Landon—the dangerously magnetic heir to the Lycan Empire. What was meant to be a one-night escape becomes something far more complicated.
Carl expected solitude. What he got was her—a stranger whose scent he can't resist, whose presence disrupts his instincts, and whose blood might be tied to a prophecy the Lycans would kill to possess.
As their worlds collide, Aster learns the night they shared wasn’t an accident—it was fate. Ancient, powerful, and impossible to deny.
But in a world where humans can’t birth supernatural children…
Aster shouldn’t even exist.
And that makes her the most dangerous secret of all.
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Chapter: The Reunion — Blood Remembered, Love Restored
The hidden sanctuary lay beneath a veil of enchantment so ancient it breathed with its own consciousness. Only those bound by love and blood could pass through its protective layers. As Maika and Carl reached its threshold, the vines parted willingly, the trees whispering softly as if recognizing them.Carl stepped forward first, a surge of restless energy in his chest. His boots crunched the moss-lined path, each step toward the truth heavier than the last. Beside him, Maika walked silently, her aura simmering — equal parts rage, longing, and hope.They emerged into the clearing, and there she was.Seraphine stood in the center, her long silver hair loose over her shoulders, a soft glow clinging to her form like moonlight woven into flesh. She turned slowly, sensing the approaching auras.Her eyes met Maika’s first — and time stopped.For a heartbeat, no one moved. The wind itself seemed to hold its breath.“…Mother?” Seraphine whispered.Maika’s face crumbled. She stepped forward, a
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Chapter: Sanctuary of the Forgotten Moon
The sanctuary lay hidden beneath the silver pines and eternal mist of the Hollow Glade. Crystals thrummed low against the earth, ancient elven sigils embedded into the stone, pulsing in resonance with the blood that now flowed again through Alaric Vellaria Vaelthorne’s veins.He had not stirred since the fever overtook him.Until now.A slow breath escaped his lips. His fingers twitched against the silk sheets. Then—his eyes opened.Golden. Not the cold silver he was known for.But sun-touched gold, glowing faintly like fire trapped in ice.“Alaric…” came a soft voice.He turned his head slowly. The motion was stiff, painful. But he saw her—Elira—sitting beside him, her face pale and tear-stained, eyes rimmed with dark lashes and worry.Not Seraphine, not the human girl raised in silence.Elira.Something ancient stirred between them, like starlight breaking through the clouds. Recognition. Memory.“Your blood,” he rasped. “It called something… ancient.”Elira nodded, not breaking her
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Chapter: "Truth about Seraphine"Caveen stepped into the grand hall, his shoulders stiff, cloak tattered with ash and blood. Every inch of him reeked of battle—his boots smeared with dust from the Council’s temple, his eyes still burning with the aftermath of unleashed fury.Carl was already waiting.He stood at the top of the staircase, arms crossed, his expression stone-cold. Maika appeared behind him a second later, her dark eyes sharpening as they fell on her son."You came back," Carl said, voice low but trembling with barely restrained anger. "You damn fool."Maika's heels clicked against the marble as she descended. "Where is Alaric?" she asked coldly. "And where have you taken Seraphine?"Caveen removed his cloak, tossed it over a chair, and met their eyes without flinching."They're safe. At the sanctuary."Carl didn’t wait another heartbeat. In two long strides, he was before his son, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him into the nearest pillar."Do you even understand what you've done?!" Carl shoute
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Chapter: “When the Moon Bleeds Red” – The Blood of Elira
The sanctuary was cloaked in twilight, its crystalline ceiling dim under the weight of sorrow.Alaric hadn’t stirred in days.No spell, no balm, no ancient elven rune could soothe what the Council’s cursed arrow had left behind. It wasn’t a wound of the body—it was a fracture of the soul. The kind that only ancient blood could awaken or mend.Elira sat beside him again, sleepless, her fingers gently combing through his silver hair as his body shivered beneath fur-lined sheets. Sweat soaked the pillow. His skin burned with a fever that seemed to come from within.Caveen stood behind her, arms crossed tightly over his chest, eyes red from worry and fury alike.“I’ve summoned every glyph I know,” Elira whispered. Caveen didn’t reply at first. He only watched her, noting the weariness under her eyes—the shimmer of frustration, helplessness, and something deeper.Guilt.“Elira, you’ve done enough.”“It’s not enough if he dies,” she snapped.A long silence fell between them.The room buzze
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Chapter: When the Moon Bleeds Red” – Awakening of EliraThe Council Temple trembled beneath a force older than time.Gold-black light exploded from Seraphine—no, from Elira—her name pulsing in the very walls of the temple as the magic of a lost lineage clawed its way back into the world. Her scream had torn through reality itself, and now the very air crackled with power.She floated, feet no longer touching the ground. Her eyes, once soft and confused, now gleamed with ancient awareness. Elira’s dormant blood—the blood sealed for two decades—had begun to awaken. The markings of a forgotten royal witch glowed on her palms, swirling with the same magic the Council had tried to erase.“You fools,” Elder Vashan choked, backing away. “She—she was here this whole time?”“We sealed Elira twenty years ago,” Elder Myria whispered, shaking. “This… this is not possible. She was never supposed to return!”But she had.And they had delivered her awakening with their own hands.Elira descended slowly, her hand outstretched toward the still, broken body
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Chapter: "The trap"Shadows coiled around ancient stone columns as the High Seer stood before the Council. Cloaked in ceremonial garb, his voice echoed through the marble chamber.> “She is gone. The girl—Seraphine. Vanished from the Vaelthorne estate. Shielded by dark, unfamiliar magic.”Gasps and murmurs filled the hall.One of the elder members leaned forward. “And Alaric?”> “Untraceable. But we suspect... he hid her.”The Grand Enforcer’s eyes narrowed. “Then summon her. Bind her.”Orders were given. Hunters dispatched.Within hours, the Council’s elite scouts traced the last veil of magic around a forgotten chapel hidden in the northern mountains—Alaric’s secret haven.---Alaric’s Hidden SanctuarySeraphine had just finished sipping the herbal tonic Maika left behind during their visit, when a cold draft slipped through the window. Then... a whisper.> “You have been found.”A burst of blue magic shattered the doorway.Four Council guards stormed in, robed in silver, their hands glowing with suppr
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