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 45The sanctum stank of burnt bone and rusted blood.Thick smoke curled from the obsidian brazier in the center of the room, casting eerie shadows across the ritual marks etched into the stone floor. Sigils pulsed, twitching in slow, molten red. The fire at the center was not natural—it crackled without wood or fuel, dancing in shades of green, violet, and deep, churning black.Isadora stood in the center, barefoot, blood-streaked, and trembling with fury.“Ungrateful little wretch,” she hissed, tossing a curled lock of hair into the fire. It hissed, sparked, and filled the room with the smell of scorched rosemary and rot.“He looks at me like I’m some thing, like I didn’t cradle his soul in my palm before he was even born.” She paced around the circle, her hands stained with fresh blood. “I visited him. I warned him. In his dreams, I whispered of the great and terrible things to come. Did he listen? Did he bend?” She stopped, eyes flashing. “No. He clung to them. To the weak,
CHAPTER 46The world was pale and quiet again.Elias stood in a field of white grass, windless and still. The sky above him was colorless—no sun, no moon. Just a hollow dome of muted grey, as if reality had forgotten to paint itself.His breath came out in puffs he couldn’t feel.“I’m dreaming again,” he muttered, and his voice didn’t echo. It fell dead into the ground.“You always are, little spark.”The voice slipped through the air like silk on skin.Elias turned.There she was.The Oracle.She stood at the center of the field, draped in layered silks that moved like water though there was no breeze. Her eyes were too bright for the world around her—like shards of crystal suspended in oil. She did not smile.“Why are you here?” Elias asked, wary. “What now?”The Oracle tilted her head, almost sympathetically.“Because the threads are tightening around your throat,” she said gently. “Because the serpent’s fang has struck, and still… you hesitate.”“I didn’t ask for this.” His voice
CHAPTER 47Gabriel leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “There’s something else.”Everyone looked at him.Gabriel’s brows furrowed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. “The snake wasn’t meant for Lucian.”Elias froze. “What?”Gabriel glanced up. “It was meant for you, Elias.”The words were a punch to the gut. Elias felt all the air leave his lungs. Lucian immediately straightened beside him, eyes darkening.“What do you mean?” Lucian asked, voice low.“I tracked the serpent’s movement,” Gabriel said. “It followed Elias’s magical trail through the mansion. It was waiting near his room.”Kai swore under his breath.“But Lucian passed through the hall first, while we were looking for the source of the slithering” Gabriel continued. “He intercepted it by accident. The snake struck at the nearest source of power when it got confused.”Elias swallowed hard. “If I’d been there…”Lucian grabbed his hand tightly. “Then you would’ve been the one poisoned. Don’t even finish that t
CHAPTER 48The moon hung low and heavy through the arched windows of the manor, casting silver light over the polished floors and silent halls. The storm of the evening had passed, but the house hadn’t yet exhaled. It was still holding its breath.Elias had been brought home—his body limp but alive, his breathing steady. Lucian had refused to leave his side. Gabriel stood watch at the door, unreadable. And Kai had paced for hours before finally collapsing on the couch.But Dorian never came to bed.Kai stirred from half-sleep, bleary eyes catching the faint glow of a lamp deeper into the study. He stood quietly, tugging his robe closed as he moved toward the light.He found Dorian seated in a high-backed chair, legs crossed, a leather-bound tome in his lap. His fingers weren’t even turning the page.“You’re not reading,” Kai murmured.Dorian didn’t flinch. “I’m keeping watch.”Kai stepped closer. “He’s safe, Dorian. Lucian’s with him. Gabriel too.”“I know.”Kai exhaled. “Then what ar
CHAPTER 49The scent of spiced tea drifted through the morning air, curling around the stone halls of the manor like a comforting fog.Gabriel was already seated on the armrest of a chair, cradling a mug of tea in one hand and adjusting the cuffs of his coat with the other.Elias came down the stairs first, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, and his shirt still slightly wrinkled from being pulled on in a rush. He rubbed his temple and stepped into the living room.Lucian and Dorian entered next, voices low as they spoke between themselves.“You’re up early,” Lucian said as he glanced at Gabriel. “Planning to disappear without saying goodbye?”Gabriel smiled faintly over the rim of his mug. “Perish the thought. I have a call to answer. A village summoned me. They've got a sickness that their local healer couldn’t manage.”“A sickness?” Dorian raised an eyebrow. “What kind?”Gabriel shrugged. “No idea until I see it. But if it was simple, they wouldn’t have needed me.”Kai padded i
CHAPTER 50The room cracked with the sound of glass exploding.A goblet, once filled with blood-red wine, shattered against the wall of the sanctum, the liquid running down the stone like a fresh wound.Isadora’s cloak fanned around her like wings, her breathing ragged with fury as she stood before the dark scrying mirror, the vision within fading now—just enough for her to have seen Elias stumble in Trenna. Just enough to see the flashes behind his eyes. The sigil had worked. The memory had resurfaced.But it was too soon.She spun, her bootsteps echoing through the chamber. “What the hell is wrong with that stupid man?” she hissed, slamming her palm against the edge of her altar. “Gabriel. Always so noble. So moral. So—so predictable it’s disgusting.”A low snarl escaped her throat as her fingers curled around a blackened bone on the altar’s edge. The object pulsed beneath her grip—once belonging to a daemon of truth. She nearly crushed it.“He let him walk into Trenna.” Her voice d
CHAPTER 51Elias stood near the edge of the ruined village, breathing hard.His hands wouldn’t stop shaking.The others were talking—quiet, distant murmurs behind him—but their voices blurred into meaningless sound. All he could hear was the rush of blood in his ears, the pounding of a headache that had crawled behind his eyes and made a home there.And the echo.Unwanted.The word had lashed across his mind like a whip, dragged from the pit of a memory he didn’t remember asking for.He could still see her face. Isadora, kneeling beside him as a child. Her hand on his. Her voice—too gentle to belong to the woman who had nearly killed Lucian, who had tortured and murdered people just to draw him out.Yet it had been her.And then—His mother. Her face had appeared like a ghost, etched in fire, in rage, in rejection. Not the soft, blurry memory he had invented for himself. No. This was real. Her lips curled in disgust. Her voice—cold, unflinching.He’s a mistake. That thing should never
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
CHAPTER 55Elias sat cross-legged on the ceremonial platform, wrapped in a thick, rune-stitched blanket. His hands still trembled, his fingers occasionally twitching like they remembered what it felt like to tear through a friend’s chest. Lucian had stepped out briefly, promising to be nearby. He hadn’t said much—just that he was proud of him, that he wasn’t alone. That… had been enough to keep Elias anchored for the past ten minutes.The chamber door creaked open.Gabriel strode in first, followed by Dorian and Kai. The air shifted slightly as the wards recognized their presence, humming faintly around the room’s perimeter.Elias looked up, brow furrowed. “Did the Oracle say anything else?”“Yeah,” Gabriel answered, holding a small case made of obsidian and bone. “She said we have to destroy the bulb now, before any trace of Tzareth seeps back into your essence.”“I can still feel him,” Elias admitted quietly. “A pressure behind my ribs. Like he’s pacing.”Dorian came to his side, kn