LOGINThe WHITES and the BLACKS are both races of VAMPIRES who have been fierce rivals for a long time, starting from the year Seven Hundred and Two (702). The white vampires are considered the good-hearted ones, whereas the black vampires are their complete opposites. The traitorous, greedy, and heartless, even to their kind. When the Thirteenth Prince of the black vampires was born, the whites were alerted because the oracle had foretold that their race would come to an end once that black vampire was born. However, they failed to prevent the birth brought forth by the Queen of the black vampires. As the youngest son of the black vampire's supreme grew, he became even more powerful, prompting the whites to take action to get ahead of the blacks’ planned extermination of them. They did not expect that they would be able to bring down the Prince of the blacks using a chemical that would put him into a long slumber. The whites found hope when the oracle revealed that a child would be born from their lineage who would ultimately defeat the Prince of the blacks. But unknown to them, there were still vampires from the black bloodline who were determined to awaken their long-dormant race once more. "Wait for the rise of the blacks, who will finally bring an end to your race." –a man dressed in black
View MoreYear 1804… Prince Zaitan’s gaze was fixed on Rycon as the two of them circled each other. The duel between them was about to begin, a long-honored tradition among vampires. Before a prince could be crowned as the Supreme, he needed to defeat his own right hand in a bloody duel. The prince’s right hand also needed to survive the match to officially assume his position. At that moment, Prince Zaitan’s nerves were at their peak. He knew how skilled and powerful Rycon was, and he had no assurance that he would win. At the first clash of their swords, both of them were forced backward. But Rycon was shocked when Prince Zaitan’s blade grazed his finger, and blood immediately spilled. Only the Prince of the black vampires, Prince Zumir, possessed the ability to heal his own wounds, yet Rycon—Prince Zumir himself—was stunned when the cut on his finger did not heal. Bright red blood dripped onto the dry soil from the deep gash. Prin
Year 1804...Prince Zumir, more widely known as Rycon, was deep in thought as he gazed at the calm sea visible only from his vantage point. Only a few months remained before the war between the black and white vampires would finally take place. The citizens were tirelessly training with the weapons he had reclaimed from the whites. Rycon had decided to bid farewell to the parents who raised him, as well as resign from his position in the kingdom as Prince Zaitan’s right-hand man. He wanted to devote his full attention to their impending attack.When he felt the cold wind brush against him, the prince closed his eyes. His thoughts wandered to his beloved Misan and to what had happened between them. He knew there was a chance it might bear fruit. He wanted to leave Misan with at least a memory of him, a reminder that a Rycon had once stepped into her life. It had been two days since they last saw each other, and he had not sent even a single letter. He missed her deeply, but he knew it
Year 1804...The weather seemed to conspire with Misan’s emotions. The young woman could not erase the wide smile on her face because at dawn that very morning, Rycon came to her home and invited her to bathe in a spring surrounded by many kinds of flowers. Misan was overjoyed, not only because of the moment they shared, but also because Rycon proposed marriage to her. She had not yet told her parents, waiting for the right time.“May I speak with you, Misan?” Misan’s smile vanished at once when she heard the voice of Prince Zaitan from behind her. She closed her eyes, sighed, then fully turned to face him.“Good morning, Your Highness.” Misan bowed respectfully.“May I speak with you, even for just a moment?” Prince Zaitan asked again.Misan nodded, and in an instant she dropped the rag she was holding as the Prince used teleportation. They were suddenly in the Dead Lands, once the territory of the black vampires. Prince Zaitan kept his eyes on Misan while she looked around at their s
Year 1804...The sound of drums and trumpets echoed across the grounds of the White Vampires' Palace. After nearly a year, everyone would finally witness the return of Prince Zaitan—the prince who had now gained full mastery over his extraordinary abilities.In unison, General Suvan and Kawban, the Supreme’s right hand, marched at the front alongside the royal soldiers of the Kingdom of Sadan. Supreme Dalleon sat proudly on his throne with Queen Lovera by his side. The citizens gathered in joyous celebration to welcome back the youngest son of the Supreme and Queen—Prince Zaitan, the one foretold by the oracle to ascend the throne after his father."Honor His Majesty’s return!" Kawban declared. He dropped to his knees first, followed by General Suvan and the soldiers.A single beat of the drum and trumpet signaled Prince Zaitan’s sudden appearance—he materialized from thin air before the crowd. Misan couldn't take her eyes off him. His transformation was undeniable—his physique now sc
Year 1803...(Play Nobita’s “Unang Sayaw” while reading this chapter. Thank you!)The moment Misan heard the young man’s voice, an unexplainable sensation swelled in her chest. Rycon’s eyes were fixed on her, and for the first time, his expression had changed—gone was the cold, blank stare. She didn’t respond to what he said. Instead, she quickly averted her gaze to the river in front of her. She could feel Rycon drawing closer, followed by his gentle sigh.“I just wanted to help,” he began.Misan remained silent, but her heart was pounding furiously, echoing the flood of questions rushing through her mind.Why did Princess Amira kiss him?What was going on between the two of them?“I only want to help because I know how exhausted you are from work,” Rycon added.Still, Misan did not respond. Deep down, she knew those were the words she wanted to hear. But her heart craved a different explanation—though she couldn’t understand why she so desperately wanted the truth.Why?Rycon took a
Year 1803...Misan’s heart was restless and breaking when she learned that Prince Zaitan would temporarily leave to train and learn how to control his extraordinary abilities. He badly needed that training, as the past months had shown how unstable his powers were. Every time he tried to use them, he would lose consciousness from energy depletion. Over the years, Prince Zaitan had slowly begun to discover his unique abilities.The prince had the power to enchant weapons with magic, making them poisonous and instantly deadly to anyone they struck. His second ability was invisibility—he could make himself unseen to anyone, for as long as he desired. But his most astonishing power was telekinesis—the ability to manipulate and control objects around him with his mind.Over the years, Misan had grown fond of the prince through the kindness and attention he constantly showed her. She could still vividly recall his heartfelt confession on her nineteenth birthday. Misan couldn’t help but cry
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