The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall. She hadn’t visited Selene her sister and Queen Vantessa in many moons, not since her visions had intensified with whispers of a soul returned, a power rekindled. But last night, a dream haunted her: a mirror cracking as a girl with twin-colored eyes cried out in pain, and a shadowy wolf stood behind her, whispering, “She’s beginning to remember.” Salem’s pace quick
The moon loomed low over the mountains, casting silver light upon the obsidian spires of the Vampire Kingdom. The black stone of Castle Umbra shimmered under the stars as Queen Vantessa, sovereign of the witches, arrived unannounced at its gates. Her violet cloak billowed in the chill wind as her guards remained at the threshold, leaving her to ascend the grand staircase alone.Inside the palace, the scent of ancient incense and iron blood filled the air. Crimson banners bearing the sigil of House Valus draped from the ceilings, their threads humming with faint enchantments. At the far end of the throne room, seated in an armchair carved from moonstone and bone, was Lord Valus himself.His pale gaze lifted, his expression unreadable.“Vantessa,” he said coolly. “You come in person. That is rare.”“We need to speak,” she said, her voice edged with the weight of many unspoken things. “Now.”Valus stood, his long coat trailing behind him as he descended the dais. “You have my attention.”
- The Past - It was already past 3 PM in Sabrah, a place ruled by the oldest and strongest witches in the world—the Carellos. Aster, with sorrowful eyes, stood in front of her mother’s casket—Lady Vienna. She was the only family Aster had, the one who loved her most, and her protector. Aster had been just a baby when Lady Vienna brought her to the coven. The family had objected to her decision to adopt a human, but she insisted and took full responsibility. Lady Vienna was a respected and powerful witch in the coven, second only to her sister, Queen Vantessa. Because of this, the elders allowed the adoption—on one condition: if Lady Vienna died, Aster would have to leave the coven. Lady Vienna’s death was somehow linked to Aster. The family blamed her, but the truth was that her mother had only been trying to save her. It happened three days after Aster’s 18th birthday. She had lost consciousness and awoke as a completely different person—speaking in an unknown language, not reco
-present- 10 years after In the ballroom hall of Landon hotel, The room was filled with everyones laughters, giggles and the loud musics coming from the stereo. Everyone was drunk already. It was a birthday party for the young Medical director of the Landon hospital-Dane Bastre While the others were busy partying, Aster manage to sneak out from the room and finds a spot where she's trying to contact Anna her roommate to fetch her, she's not feeling well and cannot drive. It was her first time drinking alcohol but its like her world was spinning and the heat inside her is different, if its not for the promotion she's wouldnt attend this kind of events. The Medical director had hidden agenda he is trying to take advantage of her by putting drug on her drink. She had a gut feeling when she saw the tiny powder in the bottom of her wineglass that he gave it to her. Unfortunately she already drink the half of it during the tossing. She immediately think of a way to get out b
6:00 AM, Room 2931 Aster tried to open her heavy eyes. "So this is a hangover? Or the after-effect of the drug? Hmm..." she thought. "My head is so heavy, and my body is so sore." As the memories of the previous night slowly returned, her eyes widened. She glanced at the man peacefully sleeping beside her. "Oh shit! What have I done?" she whispered. Carefully, she slipped out of bed and quickly got dressed, trying not to wake the man. Before leaving, she looked at his face. "Well, at least he's good-looking… better than Dane," she murmured with a small smile. Then, she left the room in a hurry. --- Meanwhile… "Good morning, my lord. Has the drug worn off already?" Sean asked as he gently tried to wake Carl. "Hmm… where is she?" Carl muttered, trying to open his eyes. "Who, my lord?" Sean replied, confused. "The one you brought last night. The pretty one." "My lord, I think you're mistaken. I didn’t bring you a girl—you told me not to," Sean explained, puzzled. "What? Th
A well-dressed man in his late 30s entered the room and handed some folders to Carl. “Sean, are all the terms and conditions written down?” Carl asked. “Yes, my lord. Every detail you mentioned is included,” Sean replied, glancing briefly at Aster, who was sitting on the couch watching them. He nodded at her in a sign of respect before leaving the room. Once again, it was just the two of them in the room. “Here, read and understand all the conditions stated,” Carl said, handing her the file. Aster was in complete shock as she read through the details. “Oh no! I can’t marry you! I already have a boyfriend—this is insane!” she shouted hysterically. Carl laughed at her reaction. “Quit the drama, Aster. I’ve already done my research on you. I know everything—your body measurements, your past relationships… even Dane Bastre—Vanessa’s brother—is pursuing you, but you’ve rejected them all. You’re exactly what I need right now.” “What? Is marriage a joke to you? Why would I marry some
The Wedding Day The wedding of Carl and Aster went smoothly as planned. The church was beautifully decorated, and the reception was attended by prominent figures from around the globe. Aster looked stunning in her wedding gown, leaving the guests speechless at her beauty—and envying Carl for having her. She was accompanied by Merca, who was overjoyed by the news of the wedding and had volunteered to be her guardian. Carl looked incredibly handsome in his attire, arriving with his parents by his side. --- Honeymoon A five-day tour in the Pacific—with two days spent on a private yacht. They enjoyed sightseeing and exploring new places during the day, but things became awkward at night. “So, where will I sleep?” Aster asked. “You sleep in the bed, I’ll take the couch,” Carl replied. “Oh, okay. Thank you.” As she lay down and tried to fall asleep, Aster noticed Carl struggling to fit on the small couch. She suddenly felt sorry for him. “Uhmm… the bed is quite big, so you can come
The Next Morning Aster woke up with a spinning head and an unexplainable headache. She couldn’t remember anything from last night. “Ugh! A freaking hangover! I swear I’ll never drink alcohol again!” she mumbled. She immediately got out of bed to take a bath when she realized she was wearing her pajamas. Who changed my clothes last night? she wondered. Before she could think more about it, a call from the hospital diverted her attention. It was her secretary, reminding her about an event she needed to attend that day. It was the welcoming ceremony for the new president of the hospital. All department heads were required to attend and welcome the new leader. After Merca resigned as president of the Landon Company years ago, the hospital’s presidency had remained vacant—until now. “So, who’s the new boss?” Aster sighed. She thought maybe one of Carl’s siblings had taken over. She’d met them once during the wedding when Merca introduced them to her. Carizza, the same age as her, was
The moon loomed low over the mountains, casting silver light upon the obsidian spires of the Vampire Kingdom. The black stone of Castle Umbra shimmered under the stars as Queen Vantessa, sovereign of the witches, arrived unannounced at its gates. Her violet cloak billowed in the chill wind as her guards remained at the threshold, leaving her to ascend the grand staircase alone.Inside the palace, the scent of ancient incense and iron blood filled the air. Crimson banners bearing the sigil of House Valus draped from the ceilings, their threads humming with faint enchantments. At the far end of the throne room, seated in an armchair carved from moonstone and bone, was Lord Valus himself.His pale gaze lifted, his expression unreadable.“Vantessa,” he said coolly. “You come in person. That is rare.”“We need to speak,” she said, her voice edged with the weight of many unspoken things. “Now.”Valus stood, his long coat trailing behind him as he descended the dais. “You have my attention.”
The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall. She hadn’t visited Selene her sister and Queen Vantessa in many moons, not since her visions had intensified with whispers of a soul returned, a power rekindled. But last night, a dream haunted her: a mirror cracking as a girl with twin-colored eyes cried out in pain, and a shadowy wolf stood behind her, whispering, “She’s beginning to remember.” Salem’s pace quick
Maika slammed the heavy oak door behind her, the echo reverberating through the silent manor like a scream swallowed by stone. Her boots clicked sharply against the marble as she stormed through the dark corridors, past portraits of Vampire royalty who looked down on her with timeless disdain. She didn't stop until she reached her chamber. The moment the door locked, she slid to the ground, gasping for breath she didn’t need. The room was cold. Too cold. Yet her skin was burning. Tears threatened, but her rage was louder. Her hands trembled as she tore at the anklet around her leg—an elegant piece of enchanted silver forged to suppress her true powers, her vampire strength, her speed, her senses. A "precaution" placed by the Elders when she was turned. And left on ever since. Her claws extended in fury, but the anklet only pulsed with blue light, repelling her magic. A cruel reminder of control. She remembered it now. The day they locked it on her. She was confused. Freshly turn
“I only just started to remember. Pieces. Fragments. I came here because I had to know the truth. About the child. About me.” Maika’s voice cracked. “Please… tell me what happened.” Genie hesitated—torn between relief and fear. She looked past Maika to the dark woods beyond the cabin. “I took care of your child until his third birthday” she said quickly. “but our enemy recognize me and to protect the child I was ordered to stay here and go back after—” Crash! The cabin door burst open with a violent gust of wind. Shadows poured in like ink—hooded figures cloaked in night, their eyes glowing faintly with supernatural light. Rouges. Maika spun around, fangs bared on instinct. Before she could react, one of the rouges darted forward with inhuman speed and struck Maika across the temple—precise and careful, just hard enough to render her unconscious without damaging her. She crumpled to the floor with a gasp, eyes fluttering shut. Genie screamed and tried to reach her, b
The winding path to the forest’s heart was quiet, save for the crunch of Maika’s boots against fallen leaves. The guide walked a few paces behind, letting her take the lead. They had crossed three territories, passed hidden glyph wards, and descended a slope of sunken roots just to reach this place—a grove surrounded by weeping trees and silence thick as ash. Maika halted before a modest stone cottage nestled beneath a bowed elm. Its roof was moss-covered, windows glowing with the amber hue of a crackling fire. Her breath caught. It was familiar. Faint, but like a lullaby once whispered in a cradle long forgotten. “This is where she lives?” Maika asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She stepped forward and raised her hand to knock. Before her knuckles reached the wood, the door swung open. A woman stood there, still the same in her dream, but with eyes that glowed like molten gold—eyes that had once seen Maika’s human breath in this world. Her arms trembled at her sides,
The early morning mist curled like ghostly fingers around the stone pathways of the hidden mountain estate—Carl’s second stronghold. Cloaked in secrecy and enchanted to repel outsiders, it was the only place where Maika could safely meet Cane, his brother and the elusive Lycan scientist known for his work in memory manipulation. Carl stood at the estate’s gates, arms crossed, waiting. Maika stepped out of the car, her long coat fluttering behind her. Her eyes met his with cautious determination. “Is he here?” Carl nodded. “Inside. But Maika... this isn’t without risk.” “I’m not afraid of the truth anymore,” she said, brushing past him. He watched her stride forward, shoulders squared, unaware that her courage carved open wounds in his heart. She was stronger than she knew. And he—he was terrified of what she would remember. Inside the manor, a laboratory hummed with arcane energy and sterile lights. Cane, tall, handsome and with calculating eyes, was bent over a crystal-cod
--- The Wedding of Malko Moonlight cascaded upon the towering spires of the ancient castle, bathing the landscape in a silvery glow. Within its grand halls, an unprecedented gathering of elites took place—Vampires, Lycans, and Witches stood side by side, once rivals, now witnesses to history in the making. Tonight marked the union of Prince Malko, heir of the Vampire Kingdom, and Anne, his chosen bride. The grand hall glittered with opulence. Candelabras dripped golden light from vaulted ceilings, and crystal chandeliers reflected the eerie glow of the moon through stained glass windows. Rich velvet banners lined the walls, bearing the ancient sigils of the vampire clans. At the altar stood Lord Valus, Malko’s father, his expression composed yet unreadable, a subtle warmth in his eyes. > “Dearly beloved, we gather under moon and magic to celebrate the eternal bond between Malko and Anne,” he declared. Malko stood tall, dressed in obsidian velvet, the silver embroidery on his col
To my ever-loving father, Dad, I know by now you're desperately searching for me. Yes, I was kidnapped, and my vampire abilities have been suppressed—but please, don’t worry. I’m okay. In fact, I see this as a blessing in disguise. I’ve begun to remember pieces of myself that I had long forgotten. I’m rediscovering who I truly am. For the first time in a long time, I feel alive again. I know this isn’t what you expected. I’m not ready for the wedding. I need more time—time to heal, to grow, and to find clarity. Please understand. I promise I will return when I am ready. Until then, trust me. I love you always. – Maika --- Valus stared at the letter, the parchment trembling slightly in his hands. He sniffed the trace of blood smeared on the seal—her blood—and closed his eyes, letting the scent reassure him. It’s Maika. It’s really her. He exhaled deeply, the weight of uncertainty lifting—only slightly. He ran a thumb across her familiar handwriting. Every curve of her letters b
EXT. SECRET ISLAND – BEACH – DAY While Maika was lost in her thoughts, watching the gentle waves lap at the shore, Carl stood from a distance, hidden behind the trees. His amber eyes were locked on her. His heart raced. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her pale skin glowed under the golden sunlight, and her long, dark hair blew softly in the breeze. Carl's own dark fur and rugged features were a stark contrast to her ethereal elegance. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t look away. Maika was a vampire. He was a lycan. Their species had been at war for centuries. But none of that mattered to him now. She was everything he’d ever wanted—beautiful, strong, mysterious. He knew he should stay away. That getting close to her could bring danger—not only to himself but to his son. But something deeper pulled at him, something primal and undeniable. Just then, a small voice tugged at his attention. "Daddy, who is that?" asked Caveen, his son, pulling gently at Carl's coa