ログインThe day after the banquet, the Nightshade family launched their final attack.The Nightshade shadow legion destroyed every single Thorne blood bank.All the clinics allied with Luca turned to ashes overnight.In less than a month, the High Council stripped the Thorne family of their territory.The most powerful vampire family that once ruled Onyx City was erased from history forever.And the once high-and-mighty Lord Luca lost everything.For seven days straight, he stood a hundred feet outside the Scarlet Palace in a ragged coat.Freezing rain mixed with trace amounts of silver salt poured from the sky.The silver salt burned his skin. It sent up foul-smelling white smoke.He coughed up black blood. Every day, the guards' magical wards tore his flesh open.But he still showed up right on time at nightfall.Tonight, the freezing rain was the heaviest. I walked out of the palace gates holding a magic-proof black umbrella.The second he saw me, Luca lunged forward on his broken right leg
Elara’s POVThe hall was dead silent. Only Luca's harsh, painful gasps echoed.The pure silver gun was pressed hard against his forehead.The deadly heat of the silver made his skin smoke.But he completely ignored Gabriel's murderous intent.His bloodshot eyes looked past the cold barrel and locked onto my face."Elara. Tell them this is just an act." He coughed up a mouthful of black blood. His voice was trembling wildly, but it still held that disgusting arrogance. "You want to punish me. I get it. Are you satisfied now? Come home with me."I stood on the stairs, looking down at him. I felt absolutely nothing."You can have the Lord's ring back." He crawled forward a half-inch, trailing blood on the floor. "The master bedroom is yours. You will always be the only Lady of the Thorne family. I'll give it all back to you."His tone of a gracious savior sounded completely ridiculous now.I lifted my heavy black skirts. In my black-diamond heels, I walked steadily down the cold marble st
Luca's POVWithin a month, the Original family cut off the Thorne family's biotech companies.We were starving. Our blood reserves ran dry.I was a walking skeleton. My magic was completely drained. I looked centuries older. My old wound made me cough up black blood every single day.Every night, I hid in the narrow, dark crypt in the north wing. I hugged Elara's old canvas bag until dawn.Tonight, I took Mia to the neutral zone.I booked the entire luxurious Scarlet Palace. I tried to beg the Nightshades for peace."Luca, are you sure this will work?" Mia grabbed my sleeve nervously. "Maybe we should just leave Onyx City."I shook off her hand. "Shut up. Just keep your mouth shut tonight and don't mess this up."The palace was brightly lit.All the prominent vampire families were here.I could feel their mocking stares right on me.At midnight, all the candles in the hall suddenly went out.Heavy shadows poured in from everywhere. A suffocating pureblood aura instantly covered the who
Luca's POV8:00 AM. I sat in the alchemy lab, my face pale and grim.A fresh bowl of healing potion sat in front of me.But without Elara's pureblood to refine it, it smelled like rotting garbage.I fought back the nausea and took a sip. A second later, the old silver wound on my chest tore open with agonizing pain.I bent over, in too much pain to breathe. Black blood spilled from my mouth.I swept my arm and smashed the bowl on the floor. Clutching my chest, I roared at the servant: "Go find Elara! Tell her to get her ass back here and make my potion right now!"The servant shrank back and whispered, "My Lord, Lady Elara has been gone for three days."His words pierced my heart like a silver needle.The old wound exploded with tearing pain. I slumped into the chair, drenched in cold sweat.Then, a horrifying truth hit me.For ten years, Elara never needed my blood.I needed hers.I was in withdrawal.My broken body craved the Original heart-blood she secretly slipped into my potions.
Luca's POVTen minutes later, a servant ran back into the hall dripping with cold sweat.He was deadly pale. Shaking violently."My Lord." He dropped to his knees. His voice trembled. "There is nothing outside. No ashes. No clothes. No trace at all."I crushed the crystal glass in my hand to dust.Sharp shards dug deep into my palm. Blood dripped through my fingers."Impossible." My voice sounded like it came from hell. "She can't leave this castle. She can't leave my blood."Murderous intent poured out of me. The temperature in the hall plummeted.I stood up and ordered a powerful blood-tracking spell.Let's see how long that stupid woman can survive out there.A few minutes later, Marco ran in with a scrying crystal. Shock and fear were written all over his face."My Lord." He stuttered. "The tracking magic shows... Lady Elara... got into a convoy of twelve obsidian cars. They had the Nightshade raven crest."My blood froze.Nightshade raven.The crest of the Nightshade family.The m
The first ray of morning sun pierced the mist. It hit my shoulder without mercy.A burning agony struck me instantly.I bit my lip. Hard. I refused to scream.Instead, the agony shattered my bloodline seal. The seal I hid for ten long years.For a decade, I had drained my Original heart-blood to heal the fatal silver wound on Luca’s chest.My magic was exhausted. I thought I would burn to ash in the sun. Just like a common vampire.But right now, my body was burning hot.Ancient, wild magic surged through my veins.The pureblood body of the Nightshade family fully awakened at the edge of death.A golden light shimmered across my skin.The sun stopped burning me. It fed my dry magic.I was no longer that fragile stand-in. I didn't need his blood to survive anymore.The ground ahead suddenly began to shake.A massive shadow portal opened in the dawn mist.A dozen obsidian cars pulled up and lined up right in front of me. They were carved with ancient defense runes.A car door slammed ope







