CHAPTER 22Elias stirred slowly, a dull ache pulsing through his body. His limbs were tangled in the sheets, the scent of Lucian—cold earth and something darker—clinging to his skin. Heat flushed his cheeks as memories flickered back.The way Lucian had touched him. Held him.Broken him apart and put him back together with terrifying gentleness.He shifted, feeling the soreness deep in his bones. Every brush of fabric made him wince—and made him remember.God, he couldn’t even look—He froze.Lucian was there, lying next to him. Still as death, barely breathing.Elias swallowed hard, heart hammering. "Lucian," he croaked out.Lucian’s eyes flicked open. Blank. Cold. “Morning,” Lucian said, voice like smoke. Detached.As if nothing had happened.A sharp, embarrassing sting rose in Elias’s throat. “...That's it?” he whispered. “After everything?”Lucian pushed up from the bed, not meeting his eyes. "Rest."Elias shot upright, wincing. "That's all you have to say?"Lucian didn’t turn ar
CHAPTER 23Lucian carried Elias in silence.Each step through the darkening forest was heavy with tension, though Elias barely noticed—his cheek pressed to Lucian’s chest, trying not to shake. He could still hear the voices from his dreams, still feel the phantom sting of a blade through his chest. Every few moments, Lucian’s grip would tighten protectively, grounding him.Kai was already waiting at the door, his brows furrowed, anxiety plain in his eyes.“What happened?” he asked the moment Lucian stepped into the light. “I felt your energy shift hours ago. And—” his gaze dropped to Elias, and his expression softened. “You look like hell.”“Thanks,” Elias muttered weakly.Lucian didn’t put him down until they reached the living room. He settled Elias gently on the couch, brushing the hair from his forehead before turning to Kai.“We need answers,” Lucian said tightly. “He had a dream—or memory, more like a vision. It ended with me—someone who looked like me—stabbing him.”Kai stiffene
Elias said nothing. He was still too pale, his pulse unsteady against Lucian’s arm. But he hadn’t pulled away. He hadn’t tried to run. That, for now, was enough.The forest path below the temple was unnervingly silent. The air itself seemed to have grown heavier, every leaf and branch weighed down by what had just happened inside that ancient place.They walked in tense silence until they reached the old trail that would lead them out.And then—A voice.Faint and feminine. Ancient and near."Don’t go yet."Lucian stopped so fast Elias nearly stumbled into him.He turned his head slowly, scanning the trees. “Did you hear that?”Elias swallowed. “That wasn’t her again, was it?”“No. This… this was different.”There was no one there. Just trees swaying gently in the breeze, but the air had turned icy.Lucian narrowed his eyes. “Something’s not right.”The wind whispered again, like fingers brushing their skin."Wait."Elias took a step closer to Lucian. “Maybe it’s a warning.”Lucian no
The next morningElias woke slowly.For a long moment, he didn’t know where he was.The world was warm, heavy, safe—Lucian’s scent wrapping around him like a blanket.He shifted a little and immediately winced. His body ached—in a way that was almost sweet—and the soreness between his legs made his heart clench with a sharp, helpless sort of tenderness.Elias blinked his eyes open.Lucian was awake. Of course he was.He was lying on his side, head propped up on one hand, just... watching Elias with an unreadable expression."You okay?" Lucian asked softly, voice still rough from sleep.Elias flushed immediately and pulled the blanket up over his face.Lucian chuckled low, deep in his chest."That’s a dangerous sound," Elias mumbled under the covers, heart pounding.Lucian reached under the blanket, curling his fingers gently around Elias’s wrist, tugging until he peeked out again."Talk to me, sweetheart," Lucian said, eyes dark and serious. "How do you feel?"Elias bit his lip. "Sore
The lead priest stepped forward, robes whispering over the stone. His voice was calm, almost bored."A routine check," he said. "Nothing more. Standard procedure for manors suspected of harboring...unauthorized vampires."Lucian’s jaw tensed. "We weren't scheduled for a check till 3 days from now."The priest smiled thinly. "Things change. Surely you understand."Kai leaned close, muttering, "This smells like shit, Lucian."Lucian didn’t reply. His fingers tapped a slow rhythm against his thigh—his tell for barely restrained rage.The priest continued smoothly. "Open your doors to us. Cooperate. It’ll be over quickly."Lucian’s eyes flickered to Elias.Elias stood stiffly beside him, hands clenched at his sides. His heartbeat thundered in his own ears.Lucian made his decision."Elias," he said quietly. "Go upstairs."Elias blinked. "But—""Go," Lucian said firmly, voice leaving no room for argument. "Stay in your room. Lock the door."Kai added under his breath, "And don’t open it un
Lucian slammed the front door shut behind them, locking it out of pure habit, even though it wouldn’t stop what was coming."We need to move. Now," he barked.Kai was already pacing like a caged animal, sparks of magic flickering at his fingertips."Pack the essentials," Kai said. "Weapons. Blood. Anything we can't replace."Lucian grabbed Elias by the wrist, towing him toward the stairs."Get your coat," he said gruffly. "Warm clothes. We’ll be running for a while."Elias blinked up at him. "Where are we going?""Kai's," Lucian said. "It’s the closest safehouse."At that, Kai coughed awkwardly."Uh... slight problem with that plan."Lucian froze mid-step."What problem?"Kai rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding Lucian’s gaze."I may or may not currently be...uh...on the run myself."Lucian turned fully to him, eyes narrowing to slits."From who?"Kai grimaced. "A dragon."Silence fell.Elias blinked. "A real dragon?"Kai nodded solemnly. "Big. Scaly. Breathes fire. You know. Dragon.
CHAPTER 28The moment they stepped into the massive iron gates of Dorian’s Manor, it was clear the night wasn't going to get any calmer.Dorian appeared at the top of the grand staircase, his dark brow raised, surprise flashing in his green eyes. His gaze fell on Elias first, and he stilled.“Elias?” Dorian said, disbelief lacing his voice.Without hesitation, Elias bolted up the steps and threw himself into Dorian’s arms.Dorian staggered back a step, patting Elias’s back awkwardly. “Okay... this is happening,” he muttered.Lucian growled low in his throat, fangs almost snapping forward.Kai snorted loudly and leaned against the doorway, smirking. “Relax, he’s not trying to steal your boyfriend.”Dorian, smirking, shoved Elias back lightly. Then he turned and smacked Kai upside the head. “And you shut the fuck up.”“Ow, damn!” Kai rubbed the back of his head, glaring. “Violent bastard.”“What's going on?” Dorian asked, serious now.Lucian glanced at Kai before speaking. “We need to c
CHAPTER 29As soon as Lucian shut the door behind them, he turned on Elias, his crimson eyes dark and burning."How do you know Dorian?" Lucian asked, stepping closer until Elias had nowhere to go, his back pressed against the wall.Elias blinked up at him, innocent and wide-eyed. "He...he usually comes to the Everstone mansion for the balls. I've met him a few times. He's always been kind."Lucian scoffed, leaning in so close Elias could feel the growl vibrating in his chest. "Kind, huh?"Elias bit his lip. "Yes. And he always brought me sweets."Lucian rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. "Soft-hearted fool."Before Elias could say anything else, Lucian grabbed him by the waist and yanked him closer, crushing their bodies together. Elias gasped but melted against him, tilting his head up, offering himself without hesitation."You're mine," Lucian growled against his lips, possessive and raw."Yours," Elias whispered back, his hands sliding up Lucian's chest.Their mouths col
CHAPTER 64The morning sun filtered through the windows of the mansion, golden light slanting across the polished floors. Despite the brightness, the air felt heavy—quiet in a way that unsettled the three who stepped into the kitchen.Dorian, Kai, and Lucian moved slowly, glancing toward the table where Elias already sat.He didn’t look up.His hair had turned completely white overnight, cascading like a veil over his sharp features. His eyes, though half-lidded, still glowed faintly—a dull, distant light pulsing from within. He hadn’t touched the untouched plate of food in front of him. He just sat there. Silent.Kai whispered, “He hasn’t moved?”“No,” Lucian murmured, leaning on the counter. “He’s been like this since the basement. The power hasn’t left him.”Dorian stepped closer. “Elias,” he said gently. “Are you alright?”No answer.Kai frowned, moving to pour himself tea. “This isn’t good. He’s not even blinking. It’s like… he’s watching something we can’t see.”Lucian’s jaw tic
CHAPTER 63Cassiel’s voice broke through the silence first. “Enough games, Serros. Tell us what you know.”Serros grinned, dark eyes gleaming. “Oh, I missed this... the fire in your voice, Cassiel. Still clinging to your high ground after all these years?”“Serros,” Amaria said firmly.That made him pause. He tilted his head toward her with a smirk that bordered on mocking. “Amaria. The only one here I might consider listening to. Fine.”He took a deep breath, running a hand through his silver hair, expression darkening. “Erethar is not just a snake. You all know that.”Murmurs rippled through the council.“He is incomplete,” Serros continued, “and that makes him desperate. What you saw—what now walks in the skin of that poor, dead boy Luca—is but a fraction of what Erethar once was.”Erelah narrowed her eyes. “What is he looking for?”Serros turned slowly toward her. “Power. A vessel. A key.”Then his gaze slid toward Amaria. “And I suspect... it’s our little Elias who holds what he
CHAPTER 62The Hall of Ascendancy was ancient, carved into the high cliffs of Seraph's Reach. Gleaming crystal pillars stretched to the heavens, casting prismatic shadows on the marble floor below. Amaria stood at the center, her eyes glowing faintly gold beneath her hood, the silken threads of her robes whispering as she turned to face the approaching footsteps.Cassiel arrived first, his silver armor reflecting the light of the sunstone. "You summoned us, Amaria?""Yes," she said simply.Raziel appeared next, his dark robes billowing like smoke, his expression unreadable. "I assumed this was another matter concerning Elias.""It isn't," Amaria said. "This is older. More dangerous."Erelah descended in near silence, her hair flowing like moonlight, her eyes wide and curious. "You look disturbed, Amaria. That rarely happens."Amaria nodded solemnly and extended her hand. A glowing orb hovered above her palm, and within it flickered an image—a man with dark hair and golden eyes, his ve
CHAPTER 61The castle's lower halls trembled with the aftermath of Tristan’s rage. Guards lay scattered—some unconscious, others groaning in pain—as he paced through the corridor, fire simmering beneath his skin."Stupid. Stupid!" he shouted, kicking over a pillar of armor with a loud clatter. "You're risking everything—*everything*—because you want to parade around like some cursed prince!"From the shadows, Luca emerged, seemingly unfazed. He moved with that calm, predatory grace, the kind that made your instincts scream before your mind could catch up."Watch your tone," Luca murmured, his voice smooth, but laced with venom.Tristan whirled on him, red in the face. "Don't give me that look. You're not even him. You're just wearing his fucking skin."A muscle ticked in Luca’s jaw."You think I don't know? You might fool them, but not me."Something shifted in the air, like all the oxygen had been sucked out. In the blink of an eye, Luca pinned Tristan to the stone wall, a clawed han
CHAPTER 60The wind was still howling when Kai opened the portal.It shimmered in the air like torn glass, the center pulsing with silver light. None of them spoke. The night—the celebration, the laughter, the peace—was gone.Ruined.Elias stood close to Lucian, casting glances at him every few seconds as if expecting him to disappear. The older vampire walked slower than usual, but his face was unreadable. Blank.He didn’t flinch as they all stepped through.The mansion swallowed them in familiar silence. The warmth of the wards felt suffocating now, too clean, too bright after everything they’d witnessed. Kai closed the portal behind them, and the noise from the outside world vanished entirely.Dorian ran a hand through his silver hair. “Well. That was a shitshow.”Lucian didn't reply. He was already heading toward the staircase.Elias followed him without a word.Kai gave Dorian a look but didn’t stop them.*****Lucian sat on the edge of his bed, his jacket peeled off and discarde
CHAPTER 59For a moment, the world held its breath.Lucian’s aura burned, cold fire crackling around him, blue and silver, ancient and furious. The kind of energy that made blood freeze and bone shiver. Even the shadows around them recoiled from it. He wasn’t just a vampire—he was something far older, something ascendant.But before anyone could move, Elias’s body lurched.His eyes rolled back, and a different voice came out of his mouth—not Elias’s, not even Thal’rean’s.It was Azazel.Low. Commanding. Otherworldly.“Enough. Bow.”The power in that word shattered the tension like glass.The Shadowborn froze, mid-step, their glowing eyes flickering uncertainly. Then—one by one—they dropped to their knees, faces bowed to the dirt.Luca stepped back, eyes wide. “What—?”Azazel, still in Elias’s body, tilted his head, dark eyes narrowing on the creatures. “I said bow. Obey.”And they did.Like whipped dogs, they pressed their grotesque forms into the earth, trembling before him.Azazel t
CHAPTER 58Lucian’s world tilted.He barely registered Elias gasping, or Kai inching forward with glowing hands. All he could see was him.Luca.His twin.Dead.Gone.Buried.“This isn’t real,” Lucian whispered, taking a step forward. “I watched you die. I saw your body—your blood—your empty fucking eyes.”Luca tilted his head, mockingly sympathetic. “I know. Wasn’t it tragic?”Lucian’s fists clenched. “You’re not him. You can’t be him.”“But I am,” Luca said, voice dipped in honey and venom. “Want proof? Remember that time we switched places for a week and not even Mother noticed? Or the scar you gave me—here—” he reached behind his left ear, brushing aside dark strands of hair “—after I snuck into the cellar and broke your favorite blade?”Lucian staggered back a step.No one else would know that.Only Luca.Elias looked between them, throat tight. The knife wasn’t at his neck anymore, but Luca still held him close, like a trophy he hadn't decided to destroy yet.Dorian’s voice was
CHAPTER 57The moment they stepped into the mansion, it felt like the air shifted.Elias didn’t say a word as he walked through the arched doorway. His steps were slower than usual, heavy with the weight of everything that had unfolded—powers awakened, secrets unearthed, and the unsettling truth that something darker was beginning to stir. The air inside was cooler, the scent of lavender oil and aged parchment wrapping around him like a familiar cloak.Dorian was the last to enter, his expression unreadable as he shut the door behind them. The place was his—his sanctuary, his home—but even it felt different now, as though touched by everything that had followed them inside.“Feels weird coming back here,” Kai muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.Dorian said nothing, but his gaze swept the hall like he was assessing it with new eyes.Just as Elias was about to head toward the stairs, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Martha, one of the longtime housekeepers, emerged from the shadow
CHAPTER 56The Hall of Ascendancy, once a sanctuary of harmony, now roared with divine fury.Samael’s voice cracked like thunder against the golden walls. “Who put Tzareth in that bulb?”The young scribe, barely out of his initiation rites, stood trembling beneath the weight of a thousand eyes. His robes, once pristine, clung to him in sweat-damp folds as he stammered, “I-I don’t know, Elder Samael. The records— They say it was sealed in Vault Four—”“Vault Four,” Zevran snarled, rising to his feet with a growl. “Tzareth was never meant to be in a prophecy vessel! You imbecile!”“Zevran,” Seraphiel snapped, his calm cracking, “it was not the scribe who sealed the bulb. You know this. None of us thought the vault would be compromised.”“We? Or you?” Zevran’s eyes blazed. “Your division was responsible for the Bulb Registry during that century!”“Enough!” Samael slammed his hand against the molten table. The impact sent ripples through the air, disturbing several of the remaining bulbs