The Vampire Kingdom stood still beneath the twilight sky, its black spires silhouetted against the fading sun. A hush blanketed the courtyard as Carl, the Lycan Alpha, stepped through the ancient gates of Valus’s palace.Guards stiffened at the scent of wolf, their eyes narrowing. But none stopped him. He had been expected.In the great obsidian throne hall, Lord Valus sat upon his elevated seat, draped in crimson and shadow. His gaze pierced through the dim room, ancient and unyielding. A glass of dark elixir rested on the clawed arm of his throne, untouched.Carl strode forward, his leather coat damp with travel. He knelt—not out of obedience, but out of respect.“Lord Valus,” he said, voice steady, “I come not as an Alpha, but as a man. As a father.”Valus leaned back, eyes sharpening. “You’ve never knelt before, Carl. What truth weighs you down tonight?”Carl rose and met his gaze directly. “It’s time you heard everything. About me. About Maika. About Caveen.”A flicker passed thr
The dim, ethereal light of the moon filtered through towering stained glass windows etched with arcane runes and ancestral seals. At the heart of the chamber stood a black marble table—cold, smooth, and ancient—surrounded by eleven high-backed chairs where the Council of Arcane Balance convened. A twelfth chair stood empty, cracked through its center—a relic of a long-banished member who once dabbled in forbidden arts.At the table’s center sat a glowing crystal orb, rotating slowly above an enchanted pedestal. Seated around it were representatives of each magical race: vampires, witches, Lycans, elementals, seers, and the ancient Scribes of Balance. Tension hummed like a drawn bowstring.“Bring in the boy,” rasped High Scribe Venemar, his eyes pale as snow.The heavy iron doors creaked open as two silent guardians entered, flanking a hooded figure. Shackles imbued with anti-magic symbols clinked softly with each step. Caveen was pushed forward, his sharp golden eyes defiant, yet shad
The council chamber of Nor'Thalor fell into a heavy silence. The glowing orb, now dimmed and inert, sat like a sentinel over Caveen's suspended form. The boy, unconscious but alive, drifted gently inside a containment sphere. Whispers echoed like falling dust through the high-vaulted chamber.High Scribe Venemar stood, his gaze like winter steel. "We are now faced with a threat that cannot be ignored. The dark blood of the Carellos flows through this child. If left unchecked, he may become the next harbinger of ruin."Lorae, the witch councilor, rose next, her violet robes swaying like mist. "He is not a harbinger. He is a child. And the magic he possesses is dormant. No signs of corruption, no aggression. What we saw today was reflexive magic. A shield.""And when he becomes aware of it?" growled Jarak, Alpha emissary. "He is the child of a vampire prince's daughter and the Lycan Alpha. Already that is unstable. Add Carellos witch blood, and you breed catastrophe."Elva, the seer, le
- 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 council chamber of Nor'Thalor fell into a heavy silence. The glowing orb, now dimmed and inert, sat like a sentinel over Caveen's suspended form. The boy, unconscious but alive, drifted gently inside a containment sphere. Whispers echoed like falling dust through the high-vaulted chamber.High Scribe Venemar stood, his gaze like winter steel. "We are now faced with a threat that cannot be ignored. The dark blood of the Carellos flows through this child. If left unchecked, he may become the next harbinger of ruin."Lorae, the witch councilor, rose next, her violet robes swaying like mist. "He is not a harbinger. He is a child. And the magic he possesses is dormant. No signs of corruption, no aggression. What we saw today was reflexive magic. A shield.""And when he becomes aware of it?" growled Jarak, Alpha emissary. "He is the child of a vampire prince's daughter and the Lycan Alpha. Already that is unstable. Add Carellos witch blood, and you breed catastrophe."Elva, the seer, le
The dim, ethereal light of the moon filtered through towering stained glass windows etched with arcane runes and ancestral seals. At the heart of the chamber stood a black marble table—cold, smooth, and ancient—surrounded by eleven high-backed chairs where the Council of Arcane Balance convened. A twelfth chair stood empty, cracked through its center—a relic of a long-banished member who once dabbled in forbidden arts.At the table’s center sat a glowing crystal orb, rotating slowly above an enchanted pedestal. Seated around it were representatives of each magical race: vampires, witches, Lycans, elementals, seers, and the ancient Scribes of Balance. Tension hummed like a drawn bowstring.“Bring in the boy,” rasped High Scribe Venemar, his eyes pale as snow.The heavy iron doors creaked open as two silent guardians entered, flanking a hooded figure. Shackles imbued with anti-magic symbols clinked softly with each step. Caveen was pushed forward, his sharp golden eyes defiant, yet shad
The Vampire Kingdom stood still beneath the twilight sky, its black spires silhouetted against the fading sun. A hush blanketed the courtyard as Carl, the Lycan Alpha, stepped through the ancient gates of Valus’s palace.Guards stiffened at the scent of wolf, their eyes narrowing. But none stopped him. He had been expected.In the great obsidian throne hall, Lord Valus sat upon his elevated seat, draped in crimson and shadow. His gaze pierced through the dim room, ancient and unyielding. A glass of dark elixir rested on the clawed arm of his throne, untouched.Carl strode forward, his leather coat damp with travel. He knelt—not out of obedience, but out of respect.“Lord Valus,” he said, voice steady, “I come not as an Alpha, but as a man. As a father.”Valus leaned back, eyes sharpening. “You’ve never knelt before, Carl. What truth weighs you down tonight?”Carl rose and met his gaze directly. “It’s time you heard everything. About me. About Maika. About Caveen.”A flicker passed thr
The air in Santossa City hung heavy with the scent of rain and iron, the storm clouds smothering the moonlight. Maika stood outside the Lycan Embassy’s private wing, every muscle in her body tight with anticipation. Her palm was pressed to the security panel. The guards didn’t stop her this time.Maybe they knew better.Maybe they saw it in her eyes—what she had become.But she wasn’t here for fear or intimidation.She was here for the truth.The steel doors slid open with a hiss, revealing the long corridor to Carl Landon’s private quarters. Every step she took echoed with memories she hadn’t asked for—but could no longer forget.Carl had pretended. Acted like she was just another stranger.But she remembered everything now.The way his hands once cradled her body. The whispered promises in the dark. The way he had looked at her like she was the sun itself.And then… the fire.The screams.The pain of being torn from everything.She reached his door and didn’t knock. It opened at her
The Abduction of CaveenThe moonlight barely penetrated the heavy mist cloaking the forest around Carl’s private estate. Inside the hidden sanctuary, protected by ancient Lycan wards and Vampire repellent glyphs, Caveen slept soundly in his bed, unaware that tonight would change his life forever.Caveen, a boy of four with distinguishing blue eyes and a wild mane of black hair, had always been unusual—too quiet for a Lycan pup, too curious for a vampire fledgling. His dual heritage had been a well-guarded secret, protected fiercely by Carl and the few trusted guards who knew of his existence. Only a handful in the world even knew the boy existed—and Carl intended to keep it that way.But secrets, no matter how well buried, always had a way of rising.Tonight, they came in silence.Shadowy figures crept past the perimeter ward. They moved with grace, their steps light as falling leaves—agents of the High Council, the supreme authority over supernatural order. They wore cloaks laced wit
As dawn neared, Maika returned to the old mirror—the same one that had once whispered to her identity. Now, she didn’t need to ask who she was. She knew.She was Aster. Human-born, raised by witches and vampires. Wife to a Lycan Alpha. Mother to a child born of three worlds. And she would reclaim what was hers. She need to go to the witches den.A knock came at the chamber’s door. A messenger witch entered, bowing.“My Queen… Maika is here. She requests counsel.”Queen Vantessa nodded. “Bring her.”Moments later, Maika entered, her cloak tattered from travel, her eyes haunted. She bowed deeply, then met their gazes.“I need help,” she said. “I feel like I’m losing myself… or becoming someone else entirely.”Salem approached her slowly, studying her. The anklet was gone. Magic pulsed beneath Maika’s skin like a current barely restrained.“You’ve already begun,” Salem whispered.“Begun what?” Maika asked.“To awaken,” Vantessa said. “Come, Maika. Sit.”As Maika settled near the mo
The grand hall of the vampire palace lay in solemn stillness, its silence broken only by the distant rustling of the wind against ancient stained glass. Lord Valus stood at the head of the long obsidian table, hands clasped behind his back, watching the horizon burn faintly gold with the rising sun. The castle, ancient and cold, seemed to shiver with anticipation. Behind him, the door creaked open. “Enter,” Valus said without turning. It was Marcus, his royal butler and the kingdom’s most brilliant mind. He stepped in, his expression unusually tense, a leather-bound file pressed tightly against his chest. “You look troubled,” Valus noted, finally facing him. “I am,” Marcus said. “This concerns Lady Maika.” At her name, Valus’s expression softened slightly—a rare flicker of paternal affection. “She’s been… different lately. Distant. I know something troubles her.” Marcus nodded. “She came to me two nights ago. Asked me to help her unlock sealed memories. She wanted the tr
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