CHAPTER 32“I swear,” Dorian muttered as he stepped into the kitchen, shirtless and cranky, “that party was a fucking disaster. There are three bodies outside. Three.”Kai, seated cross-legged on the counter, yawned dramatically. “Oh please, three’s nothing. Remember the New Moon Bash? Ten bodies. And two were still twitching.”Dorian scowled. “This isn’t a competition, Kai.”“I mean, if it was, you’d still lose,” Kai quipped with a wink.Lucian entered silently, dressed in black from head to toe, eyes sharp and unreadable. He moved toward the window, looking out.Elias followed, rubbing his eyes, hair a mess. “Morning,” he muttered, stretching.Dorian turned toward him, gesturing outside. “What the hell am I supposed to tell the Council if they show up? Lucian raised a single hand and snapped his fingers.Outside, the morning fog suddenly shifted into thin trails of black smoke rising from the corpses. The stench of char and magic drifted faintly through the air.Elias blinked, star
CHAPTER 33The laughter from breakfast had faded like smoke in the wind.The parlor was dim, windows drawn, the ancient chandelier overhead casting dull amber light across the long table. Dorian set down a thick, worn book with a heavy thud. Dust rose from its cracked leather cover, and Lucian and Kai stood silently behind him as he opened it.Elias watched, his arms crossed, his fingers still tingling from the pan incident.“This is the Viritas Codex,” Dorian said. “Oldest surviving classification of all known bloodlines and species. Vampiric, demonic, angelic, shifter, fae, witch-kind, hybrids. It’s what we use to identify anomalies.”Kai added quietly, “Even ones that haven’t walked the world in centuries.”Dorian flipped through the pages with a sharp flick of his fingers. Symbols glowed faintly along the edges—wards. Protection against what was written inside.Lucian finally spoke. “You don’t match any signature I’ve encountered. I thought the fire reaction would narrow it, but i
CHAPTER 34There was mad tension in the air.The kind of tense that sat heavy in the air, pressing against skin and bone, refusing to ease. But the trio—they could never stay away from each other for long.Lucian was the first to move.He descended into the basement like a shadow. He knew Dorian would be here, it was his thinking space. Dorian was sitting at the far edge, arms folded, still staring at the scorch mark Elias had carved into the wall hours earlier.Lucian didn’t speak at first. Just stood near him, silent.“I thought you were still pissed,” Dorian said without looking up.“I was,” Lucian replied. “Still am. But I know why you did it.”Dorian finally looked up, something close to guilt flashing across his face. “You think I was too harsh?”Lucian shrugged. “I think you’re an asshole. But you're also not wrong.”Dorian gave a humorless chuckle. “And here I thought I’d get chewed out.”“I wanted to,” Lucian said simply. “But we’re not boys anymore.”“No, we’re not.” Dorian
CHAPTER 35The room was cold. Not because of the weather—but because of him.Tristan Everstone sat on the edge of his bed, eyes fixed on the ground, unmoving for what felt like hours. Days had passed. Maybe more. The once pristine chamber of the Everstone heir now reeked of something ancient, heavy, and wrong. The curtains were drawn, the mirrors shattered. Shadows stretched along the walls unnaturally, almost like they were breathing.And his right arm?Blackened.It pulsed—alive—veins etched with crimson cracks that glowed faintly under the skin. The corruption had begun weeks ago, but now it crawled past his elbow. He flexed the fingers of his left hand—the normal hand—and let out a low, humorless chuckle.“Who does he think he is?” Tristan whispered, his voice hoarse. “Father. Acting like he gets to decide who I should bow to. Like Elias mattered before all this.”A bitter taste flooded his mouth. Elias. That cursed servant with secrets hidden beneath that fragile skin. Powers—thi
CHAPTER 36Kai leaned back against the marble countertop, a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Anyway, I was saying… that dragon woman? Insane. Scales in the right places, tongue like fire, literally.”Dorian raised a brow. Kai grinned. “She wasn’t a full dragon, just a half-blood. I told you. But damn, Dorian, you should’ve seen her—”“I didn’t even see the dragons at the party,” Dorian cut in, tone dry as ever.Kai shrugged, licking something off his finger. “Guess they only come out for the interesting ones.”Dorian rolled his eyes, reaching for his coat. “You said you needed to restock some of your healing supplies?”“Yeah.” Kai tapped his neck. “And I’m low on elixir too. Want to come?”Dorian gave him a once-over. “Someone needs to make sure you don’t get sidetracked by another scaled temptress.”Kai laughed and headed to the front entrance, Dorian right behind him. “You’re always so dramatic.”They both reached the massive door at the front of the mansion. Dorian p
CHAPTER 37Dorian sat at the edge of the bed, watching Kai breathe.He was stripped down to his waist, and though Dorian had already healed the external wounds, Kai’s body remained still—too still.“You idiot,” Dorian muttered. “You always throw yourself in the fire first.”He placed a cold cloth on Kai’s forehead, then wiped at a streak of blood on his cheek that had dried and cracked.The silence felt oppressive.Then, suddenly—“...I need you.”Dorian froze.Kai’s voice was hoarse. Barely a whisper.But his eyes were open—glazed, yet conscious. His breathing was uneven, but stronger than before.Dorian leaned in quickly. “Kai—hey. You’re awake.”Kai swallowed, reaching weakly toward him. “Don’t leave.”“I’m not going anywhere,” Dorian said softly, grabbing his hand and squeezing.Kai blinked slowly, eyes fluttering shut again before opening just slightly. “Thought I was gonna die…”“You didn’t.” Dorian’s voice was low. Fierce. “You’re too damn stubborn for that.”Kai exhaled a tire
CHAPTER 38By the time morning came, Dorian was dressed and downstairs like nothing had happened.His face was composed, his hair slicked back as usual, his expression unreadable as he joined Lucian and Elias in the living room. Elias was curled into the corner of the couch with a book, Lucian was by the window, nursing a cup of coffee.Lucian looked up. “Did Kai wake up?”Dorian sipped from the mug in his hand. “He was fine.”Right on cue, Kai strode in, shirt half-unbuttoned, that familiar cocky smirk tugging at his lips.“Well, good morning to you too,” he drawled, stretching dramatically. “Did you all sleep as well as I did?”Lucian was on him in an instant. “You look pale. Sit. What happened last night? You weren’t healing properly—”Kai waved a hand. “I’m fine now, sweetheart. Just needed some rest and a bit of attention.” He shot a look at Dorian, but Dorian didn’t even blink. Just sipped his drink and walked past him like he didn’t exist.Kai’s brows furrowed slightly. “Wow. C
CHAPTER 39Elias was grinning like a devil with a secret.Lucian’s brow twitched. “Why are you smirking?”Elias leaned lazily against the counter, arms folded, still in his oversized black shirt that practically swallowed his frame. “You seriously don’t know?” he asked, voice teasing.Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “Should I?”Elias cocked a brow, then tilted his head toward the quiet house. “You really don’t hear them?”Lucian’s face twisted. “You don’t think they’re—” He cut himself off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. “Are they fucking?”Elias shrugged with a knowing smirk. “They might not.”Lucian scoffed and looked away, but the heat in his eyes didn’t fade. When Elias approached him, steps slow and deliberate, Lucian didn’t move. He just watched—cold and still, but his body was thrumming with anticipation.Elias stood right in front of him, the top of his head barely brushing Lucian’s chin. He looked up through his lashes and asked, “You jealous, big guy?”Lucian’s jaw clenched. “Don’t
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