INICIAR SESIÓN“Are you asking for death, Luka?”The words came quietly, carried by a voice that was lazy… bored even. Yet, they froze the room instantly and Luka stiffened above Lillia, his weight mercilessly pressing against her chest.His broad body crushed what little air remained in her lungs, while his hand stayed wrapped around her throat and his fang remained dangerously close to the thin, almost translucent skin of her neck, from which a thin line of blood trailed downward.For a moment there, he did not move, and Lillia could almost feel the bloodlust radiating from him, searing deep into her skin, before a brutal realisation dawned on her.He had been holding back all this while.Especially when she caught the smug smile he had on as he slowly pulled back from her neck and shifted his gaze toward the doorway.And Lillia cursed at her weakness.However, at that same moment, all her thoughts paused as she felt it before she even saw it—Fear.There was a sudden shift in Luka’s aura as it fla
Warm blood rolled down beneath his torn tunic, and he looked down, before slowly lifting his fingers to touch the cut. When they came away stained red, he laughed a low unsettling laugh.“There she is…” His deep hazel eyes lifted to meet hers, “...so the stories were true.”At those words, his grin returned, and this time, broader than before. “You’re really the little bitch that scarred Alucard’s face.”The muscles in his arm flexed, and with a savage pull, both the weapon and Lillia were pushed back. Pain exploded through her shoulder, yet she drove the poker forward again. This time, he was ready. He wouldn’t fall for the same attack twice.His free hand shot out and caught her wrist, squeezing tightly until a cry escaped her lips, and Lillia twisted immediately, refusing to let him take control of her balance. Instead of resisting his strength, she stepped into it, diving her knee upwards and landing a hard strike beneath his ribs.Air escaped his lungs in a rough grunt, and his
Lillia’s first awareness was pain.And it was neither the blinding agony that had accompanied the merciless blows to her head and stomach, nor the crushing impact of her back striking the ground after Alucard had thrown her across the clearing.This pain was different.It was slow… relentless… settled deep within her bones like an old sickness, and pulsing through every bruised muscle until even drawing breath became an uncomfortable reminder that she was alive.And for a long moment, she remained perfectly still, breathing as though her body was active and functioning well, but her mind was yet to catch up. Her eyes were still shut, but she could tell she was in an unfamiliar place, because even the air itself was different.It carried none of the damp scent of pine trees or the freshly overturned earth that surrounded the forest. Instead, there was the faint aroma of burning wood, mixed with aged timber and something else… herbs? Bitter medicinal herbs?Her brows knitted. She missed
The world slowed to a terrifying stop, and instantly, all sounds became muffled around him as his gaze held the carriage door, unmoving. Behind him, hurried hoof beats shattered the silence, but Regaleon did not hear it. Shane and Garett, who had been following in hot pursuit, emerged through the thinning mist, but the instant the dreadful scene revealed itself to them, the urgency in their voice died before they could even release it. “Alpha…” Shane started to speak but held himself as his eyes caught and narrowed at Regaleon.Neither he nor Garett had expected to see their King frozen before an abandoned carriage despite the devastating sight. Yet, neither dared to disturb him further, especially when Shane caught the black crest on the carriage door. Shane only gestured at Garett, halting him from speaking, but even the movement barely registered with Regaleon as he silently descended from Midnight, his boots meeting the blood-soaked earth without haste.As he walked toward the
The Rogue Lands had always been the personification of danger for all who ventured into it.It was a land untouched by civilization, ruled by rogue clans… outlaws that believed that conquest was the only law worth obeying; that leadership belonged to the strongest, and ruthlessness was mercy for the weak.Kingdoms had attempted to conquer the Rogue Lands for centuries, yet, every campaign ended the same way… with retreat.This was because the outlaws knew the terrain better than any invading army ever could, forcing neighboring kingdoms to abandon the dream altogether.Borders were instead established, guarded day and night by sentinels tasked with ensuring the outlaws remained within their untamed wilderness.But the outlaws had never sought expansion beyond those borders. They relished their freedom too greatly to give it up for greed. Instead, they turned the wilderness into a land where no crown ruled, no laws existed, and survival alone determined a man’s worth.As a result of th
For several moments after Lord Cedric left, no one spoke. It was almost as though he had taken the very air within the meeting chamber with him. Only the first rays of sunlight creeping through the stained-glass windows, washing the mahogany table in streaks of amber and crimson, dared disturb the silence. Soon enough, the sound of food carts slowly broke the silence as maidens trooped into the chamber to serve tea. But the group were still much too stunned to react. The Chief Justice was the first to recover. He pushed up his spectacles before he slowly picked up the porcelain cup to his lips, and when he brought it down, he stood. “Until Veil Night.” He said at last and picked up the parchment. “I will hold this as evidence.” Then, he made his way toward the doors. The High Treasurer followed soon after, straightening the embroidered cuffs of his robes. His emotionless farcade more evident than ever. With just Elder Montclair and Greyson now left, neither spoke immediatel
Maera froze as a sharp intake of breath from the other maidens followed. “Forgive me, my lady, but that… that won’t be possible,” She said, carefully choosing her words this time. “You cannot approach his Majesty unless summoned.” Fenris scoffed. He can’t be serious, can he… really? Only one way
Beautiful. She breathed as her face caught the silver glow. The full moon shone brightly at its peak, but like every other full moon, the ache began. It started deep within her bones; a slow, crawling soreness that spread through her body. The dull but consistent pressure in her mind un
Ishtar woke with a gasp that tore violently from her chest.Her body jerked upright as though dragged from drowning, lungs burning, and heart hammering so hard, she thought it might split her ribs apart. Cold sweat slicked her skin, as her fingers clawed at silk sheets, breath coming in ragged, bro
“Run, my lady. Don’t look back. We’ll hold them back as long as our breath stays in our lungs. If one of us lives tonight, it has to be you. Please—live.”Muffled sobs bled into the darkness of Clearwater forest, as Ishtar tore through the tangled branches and choking undergrowth. Every word from







