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 40The air still smelled faintly of sex, no matter how thoroughly they'd cleaned up. Elias padded downstairs in a loose hoodie—definitely Lucian’s—and soft pajama pants, his hair damp from the shower. Lucian followed, slightly behind him, wearing his usual composed expression... though the slight redness on his neck and the hickeys on Elias’s collarbone weren’t fooling anyone.They walked into the kitchen to find Dorian sitting at the island with a cup of coffee, nose buried in a recipe book. Kai was already at the stove, shirtless in plaid pants, flipping something on a pan with exaggerated flair.Kai turned, spatula in hand, and smirked. “Well, well. Look who finally crawled out of bed. For the second time today.”Lucian gave him a bland look, but Elias just blinked, playing innocent. “What do you mean?”Dorian didn’t look up, but the tips of his ears were pink. “He means you two were loud.”“I was not loud,” Elias defended, crossing his arms.Kai wiggled his eyebrows. “No,
CHAPTER 41They had just stepped out of the basement when Dorian suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.“Wait,” he muttered, his brows furrowing. “He said… he’s bound within the bulb.”Lucian turned to him. “What about it?”Dorian didn’t answer. His hands snapped into motion, fingers tracing glowing sigils mid-air. A soft crackle of magic responded as a book shimmered into existence and dropped into his waiting hand.Kai blinked. “Did you just summon a book?”“I marked it weeks ago,” Dorian said, flipping through the thick, worn pages. “It’s rare. Older than most libraries even remember. I didn’t think much of it then, but now…”He flipped rapidly until he stopped, eyes locked onto a page. His breath hitched. “No. No way.”“What?” Elias asked, still pale from the ordeal.Dorian read the passage aloud, voice steady but shaken. “‘When the vessel of light bears the mark of the condemned flame, the bulb shall awaken. Within its fragile shell, the sins of the old shall reside, until the day
CHAPTER 42Elias lay motionless on the bed, his brows faintly twitching in his sleep. His chest rose and fell steadily now, but the weight in the room was unbearable.Kai stood near the window, arms folded tightly. Dorian paced back and forth, muttering under his breath. Lucian sat in the chair beside the bed, gaze locked on Elias's face like he was trying to memorize it.“He’s the prophecy,” Dorian finally said, his voice low.No one answered.He looked over his shoulder. “That’s why everything’s been coming for him. The ghouls. The attack at the party. The blood ward activating. All of it.”Kai turned from the window. “Because of what he has inside.”Lucian exhaled through his nose. “No. Because of who he is. The power’s just the reason they’re hunting him. But the prophecy—it’s about Elias. The person.”Kai narrowed his eyes. “Let’s not pretend this is just about his heart and soul, Lucian. You saw what happened. Azazel isn’t sleeping anymore. He spoke. And the way Ravelan bowed—”
CHAPTER 43The slithering sound was louder now.A sharp hiss followed.And then—"Move!" Lucian shoved Elias just as a streak of black darted from the shadows, glinting like polished obsidian in the dim lights.The cobra struck.Lucian didn’t flinch. The snake’s fangs sank into his arm, a flash of venom glistening before the creature reared its head back to strike again.But it never got the chance.Lucian’s eyes went pitch black.His lips moved—no sound, no chant. Just will.With a crack, the cobra’s neck twisted grotesquely in mid-air, snapping like a twig without Lucian ever lifting a finger. The body dropped to the floor with a sickening thud, unmoving.Lucian stumbled.“Lucian?” Elias whispered, rushing forward.Lucian opened his mouth as if to say something—then collapsed.“Shit—shit!” Kai knelt beside him, already pressing glowing fingers to the bite. “No, no, no—don’t you dare pass out, you asshole. Come on—come on.”Dorian dropped beside him. “He’s not breathing normally. His
CHAPTER 44Gabriel adjusted his grip beneath Lucian’s arms. “I’ll take him now. The chamber is almost ready—if I leave now, I can stabilize him within the hour.”He turned toward the still-open portal, but Elias raised a hand, eyes flashing.“Wait.”Gabriel halted mid-step. “Elias—”“No,” Elias said firmly. “Something’s… shifting.”Before anyone could respond, Elias’s head snapped back and an eerie glow flooded his eyes. A surge of invisible energy blasted through the house with a loud thrum, shaking the very walls. The candles around the room flickered violently before dying out.“Vol’sharaan ektu lae… veyr ashenai.” The words spilled from Elias’s mouth in a tongue none of them recognized—ancient, rhythmic, and terrifyingly powerful. It wasn’t just sound—it was force.Everyone flinched as a second wave of energy pulsed outward like a heartbeat. Furniture trembled. A nearby glass cracked. The snake’s corpse turned to ash.“Elias!” Kai cried, stepping toward him.Elias turned slowly, e
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