It had been six long, agonizing days — six unbearable days since he last heard her voice, since he last gazed into those beautiful eyes of hers. Time seemed to crawl, each second stretching endlessly, the world outside his chambers becoming dull and meaningless. He barely noticed it anymore.Draven sat by Aurora’s side, his eyes never leaving her face. He stared at her closed eyelids, silently begging for them to flutter open — even for just a moment. If she could open her eyes, even for a second, and close them again, it would be enough to give him hope. Just one sign that she was still in there, fighting.He had summoned Doctor Roberts the moment the fourth day passed without her waking. The doctor confirmed that she was still alive — her heartbeat strong, her body slowly adapting to his blood. That knowledge allowed him to breathe, but only for a moment. The reassurance wasn’t enough. She wasn’t awake, and that fact alone gnawed at his soul.Carlos had been helping Vuk manage the p
King Draven looked around the council members. Their faces were unreadable, but the tension was thick. It felt like they were simply waiting for the right moment to strike — to eliminate their new rival swiftly and without mercy.The large oak doors burst open, revealing Silo, panting heavily as if he had run for miles. His chest heaved with each breath."Why are you running like a pack of wild wolves is on your tail?" Draven’s voice was low and sharp, his gaze piercing.Silo rolled his eyes, unfazed by the king's biting tone. He strode forward, leaning down to whisper into Draven’s ear. The words were quick and urgent. Draven’s eyes widened, the stoic mask he usually wore cracked with rare, visible shock. Without a word, he bolted from the room.Carlos, his loyal Beta, didn’t hesitate. He followed Draven, his mind racing with questions. What could Silo have possibly said to make the king, who never showed fear, panic like that?Meanwhile, Vuk stood by the bedside of Aurora — Draven’s
"You told me not to read any letters that concern you. Also, I haven't been in the office since you’ve been unconscious. There are stacks of letters waiting for me to handle," Draven said, staring at Aurora, wondering what was going on in her mind."When I got kidnapped, the kidnapper seemed to know a lot about me — things even you don’t know. The woman...""Woman?" Draven cut in sharply, his brows knitting together. What could a woman possibly have to do with his mate’s abduction?"Yes, a woman," Aurora nodded. "She locked me up in the observatory. Her voice was distorted, like it was altered somehow. I couldn’t recognize who she was."Draven’s eyes narrowed, his jaw tightening. A woman. He hadn’t expected that."The mysterious woman promised she'd tell you everything that happened to me in my previous pack. I’ve been terrified ever since. I didn’t want you to hear it from someone else — I’d sound like a joke to you," Aurora confessed, her voice trembling as she adjusted herself on t
The door to Draven's chamber creaked open, revealing Doctor Robert. His eyes widened in shock when he saw Aurora awake, sitting upright."Oh my goodness, finally she woke up," the doctor breathed, his voice filled with disbelief and relief. He hurried toward the bed, his medical bag swinging by his side.King Draven's gaze never left Aurora. His chest ached with a mixture of overwhelming joy and a deep longing to be alone with her. He waited impatiently, his hands curling into fists at his sides as the doctor began his examination.Robert checked her temperature, his brows furrowing as he noted her rapid and impressive recovery — something beyond normal, even for a werewolf.“Did she ask for blood? Like... crave it? As a vampire would?” Robert asked cautiously, his voice low but tinged with curiosity. His eyes flicked to Aurora, studying her closely.Aurora blinked, confused. Her head tilted slightly as she stared at the two vampires before her."What do you mean... blood? I'm a werew
The doctor stared at the king, waiting for his approval to continue.“He’s telling the truth, my Star. You are the daughter of an alpha,” Draven said softly, his eyes never leaving Aurora’s. “When I first saw the results showing you were a hybrid, I realized how powerful your blood truly is. But I wasn’t completely sure. I studied old, forgotten books — ones that speak of hybrids like you. It’s rare, but it’s said that anyone who survives a vampire’s blood and becomes a hybrid is destined to either rule or belong to a ruler of a special kind.”Draven turned to face Aurora completely, his voice steady but filled with emotion.“You are an alpha she-wolf, and that truth was stolen from you without your knowledge,” he said gently.Aurora stared at him, her mind spinning. She wanted to believe him — she could feel the truth in his words — but it didn’t make sense.“Then why am I an omega in my pack? Why was I treated so harshly, like I was nothing?” she asked quietly, her voice laced with
"Nope, it’s not gone. You will still crave blood when the desire comes — but only once in a while, not all the time like normal vampires. Your wolf has a high tendency of surfacing now that you know the truth about yourself. You’ll be stronger, faster, and hear things more acutely — like a vampire. You are one of a kind."Doctor Bella spoke gently, her voice filled with both admiration and concern as she administered the last injections into Aurora's arm."These are the final injections I’ll give you. Please eat something to regain your strength."She bowed respectfully to King Draven, turning to leave. Before she could take a step, Draven's voice stopped her cold."Excuse me, Doctor," Draven's voice was low and dangerous. "Under no circumstances are you to speak of what happened here today — or what you've learned about my mate. You know the consequences."Doctor Bella's eyes widened with fear. She wasn’t foolish enough to betray the vampire king or the Luna. "I would never, Your Maj
The door creaked open, revealing Aurora. She wore a long, flowing gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, the dark fabric shimmering faintly under the council room’s torchlight. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves, framing her face perfectly. Behind her, King Draven followed closely, his expression unreadable yet commanding. He moved with the grace of a predator — powerful, watchful, protective.The council had demanded to see the future Luna, and now here she stood — taller, healthier, and more radiant than any of them could have expected."You asked for the future Luna. You questioned whether she was alive and well," Draven’s voice rang through the hall, low and sharp like a blade. "Now I present her before you. Does anyone have anything to say?"The room fell into a heavy silence. The councilmen bowed their heads, none daring to speak. What was there to say? Aurora looked stronger than ever — a force to be reckoned with.Draven’s gaze landed on one parti
Aurora turned to stare at Draven, who gave a slight nod. He had witnessed her speed, and even he had to admit it was impressive—shocking, even.“Are you comfortable letting him know about this?” Draven asked, his tone cautious. “I trust him... but only a little.”As he spoke, he shot a glare at his brother, VuK, who only grinned and gave him a playful wink.Aurora chuckled softly. These two brothers loved each other fiercely, but their constant bickering made it seem like they were always at odds.“Yes,” she replied, smiling at Draven, her gaze reassuring. “I trust him.”VuK smirked and threw her another wink. “I knew she trusted me completely.”Draven rolled his eyes. Aurora blinked in surprise. The King—rolling his eyes? Sarcasm was the last thing she expected from him. It reminded her of how little she actually knew about him, just like the forbidden hall he had yet to speak of.“She’s a hybrid,” Draven blurted out, breaking the momentary silence.VuK’s expression turned from amuse
Years passed like whispers in the wind. The Vampire Kingdom flourished under King Draven and Queen Aurora’s reign, their love a symbol of unity and strength. But the greatest marvels in the realm were not the towering castles or glowing blood lakes. They were the twin heirs—Lucien and Selene.From the moment they could crawl, the twins were different.Lucien, with eyes like molten silver and a voice that echoed like thunder, had an aura of fire and resolve. Even at the age of five, he could summon bursts of heat from his palms, often setting the garden leaves ablaze during tantrums. The servants whispered that he was born with the flame of the first vampire king.Selene, in contrast, moved like moonlight on still water. Her eyes shimmered with shifting violet hues, and she could vanish into shadows without a sound. Animals followed her, flowers bloomed at her touch, and sometimes, when she sang, the wind itself obeyed.“They’re not just heirs,” Lilith once whispered to Draven as they
Aurora’s pregnancy was nothing short of extraordinary.From the moment the palace healers confirmed the life growing within her, the Vampire Kingdom rejoiced. But beneath the celebrations lay a current of uncertainty. A royal child born of both vampire and werewolf blood had never existed—let alone twins.Aurora’s body changed rapidly. Her senses grew sharper, her energy surged unpredictably, and the bond between her and Draven deepened to near-telepathic levels. Some days, she could feel his heartbeat echoing in her chest. On others, he could sense her nausea before she even opened her eyes.“You don’t have to hover,” she teased one morning as Draven helped her sit up in bed. “I’m pregnant, not made of glass.”He smirked, placing a kiss on her belly. “Tell that to the kingdom. Half of them think you're the vessel of a prophecy. The other half think you’re going to sprout wings.”“Wouldn’t that be something,” she murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. “Our children—do you
The blood Moon rose high above the Crimson Citadel, casting its ethereal glow over the marble spires and silken banners fluttering in the night breeze. The air was rich with rose incense, and the palace gardens had been transformed into a realm of twilight wonder—laced with petals, lanterns, and crimson flame. Tonight was not about power, politics, or vengeance. Tonight belonged to love.Aurora stood before her mirror in a gown of shadowed silk and garnet lace, her crown replaced with a delicate circlet of moon-kissed pearls. Her heart beat fiercely beneath her ribs—not with fear, but with wonder. From the outcast of the Red Moon Pack to Queen of the Vampire Kingdoms… and now, she was about to become Draven’s mate fully.Behind her, the door creaked open and Lilith stepped in—a vision of timeless beauty in silver robes, her black hair falling like water. She had insisted on preparing Aurora personally for this night.“You look breathtaking,” Lilith whispered with a mother’s warmth. “D
The crimson banners of the seven vampire kingdoms fluttered in unison, heralding a day unlike any in their long, immortal history. At the heart of the capital, within the High Spire of Eclipsia—a spired palace of black marble and ruby glass—the coronation of Aurora was set to unfold.The courtyard of the palace had been transformed into a field of splendor. Velvet drapes spilled like blood down obsidian columns, golden torches lined the arches, and musicians played ancient hymns from silver flutes, their melodies echoing into the mountain winds. Nobles, royals, and warriors from all seven vampire kingdoms had gathered. Never before had so many fanged dignitaries stood together in peace.Aurora stood at the base of the obsidian steps, cloaked in a royal gown the color of moonlight over water, inlaid with threads of starlight and crystal. Her dark curls had been braided and crowned with a circlet of silver vines and bloodstones—Draven’s personal gift. She looked not like a girl who once
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a pale silver glow over the great hall of the Crimson Citadel. Within its stone walls, a storm of judgment brewed. Rows of vampires, nobles and elders alike, filled the arched chamber, their crimson eyes gleaming with anticipation and disdain. At the head of the hall sat the council of judgment—King Draven, with his dark crown of thorns, Queen Aurora beside him in regal silver, and five ancient elders robed in twilight silk.Chained in obsidian manacles, Asmada Ezra stood before them. Her once-arrogant expression was twisted in rage and desperation. Her crimes echoed through the kingdom—poisoning Aurora, murdering a vampire at the gates of the capital, and conspiring with Kael and Elder Eric in treason against the vampire realm."Asmada Ezra," Elder Tullius began, his voice heavy with centuries of wisdom and authority. "You are accused of high treason, attempted assassination of the queen, and the slaughter of a royal guard. How do you plead?"Ezr
Deep within the Withered Mountains, past the charred trees and forgotten trails where even the wind dared not linger, lay the hidden sanctuary of Elder Eric—the last untouched corner of the old world. Here, ancient power still thrived, pulsing beneath the stone like a living heartbeat. The mountains whispered secrets no man should know, and shadows moved even when no light touched them.Carlos crouched low at the base of a moss-cloaked boulder, eyes fixed on the narrow crevice ahead. The entrance to the hideout was cleverly hidden—a jagged slit in the rock, barely wide enough for a man to pass. The scent trail lingered in the air like a ghost: old blood, bitter herbs, and an undercurrent of twisted magic. It reeked of Elder Eric’s presence.He signaled to the elite trackers behind him—silent shadows in black cloaks, hand-picked by King Draven for this mission. With blades drawn and senses sharpened, they followed him into the tight crevice.The passage twisted and narrowed as it led d
The air still quivered with the echoes of battle, thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and burning magic. The eastern courtyard had become a battlefield once more, as the remaining werewolf warriors surged forward in a final attempt to protect their Alpha—Kael.But Aurora and Draven stood as an unbreakable wall.They moved like shadows and flame—his strikes calculated and devastating, hers swift and precise. The synergy between them was unmatched, as if their souls had memorized each other’s rhythm. They fought back to back, blades singing through the air, cutting down enemies with ruthless efficiency.Yet, their eyes never strayed far from Kael.The werewolf Alpha roared across the field, his eyes glowing a sickly red, corrupted by the dark spells that now pulsed in his blood. His body bulged with unnatural power, veins blackened, muscles trembling from the strain of magic-enhanced strength.“This ends today,” Draven murmured, the silver gleam of his elder-forged sword catching the
Asmada Ezra’s screech cut through the throne room like a blade. She lunged at Aurora, claws flashing in the violet torchlight. Aurora ducked, her instincts sharpened by battle, and countered with a quick, slicing blow across Asmada Ezra’s ribs. The dark-haired vampiress hissed, crimson eyes burning with fury."You’ll regret ever stepping into this world," Asmada Ezra snarled.Aurora didn't waste her breath on an answer. Her body moved on its own, vampire speed surging through her veins, colliding with Asmada Ezra again and again in a blur of flashing steel and snarling fangs. They tore across the throne room, knocking over columns and scattering the dying embers of shattered torches.Lilith fought her own battle at the other side of the hall, keeping the hybrid creatures at bay, but she could only spare a glance. She trusted Aurora to survive—and to win.Aurora ducked under another claw swipe and slammed her shoulder into Asmada Ezra’s midsection. The impact sent them crashing through
Carlos and Aurora emerged from the tunnel, the hidden panel sliding shut behind them. The passage had left streaks of ash and blood on their clothes, but there was no time to rest—not while the scent of betrayal still lingered in the air.“Where now?” Aurora asked, eyes scanning the dim corridor. Her body remained tense, alert, even as her breath slowed.Carlos narrowed his gaze, nostrils flaring. “Back to the dungeons,” he said. “If Kael and Elizabeth were released from there, someone had to break the lock—or use a key.”They moved swiftly through the lower levels of the castle, avoiding the main hallways where patrolling guards could be seen in the distance. Carlos kept to the shadows, Aurora moving beside him with the grace of a predator. The halls beneath the palace had always felt heavy with secrets, but tonight, the air seemed denser. Something foul lingered in every breath.As they neared the entrance to the dungeon wing, Carlos halted, raising a hand.“You smell that?” he aske