All Chapters of SEALED FATE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The Introduction of the Twins The grand introduction of twins Maika and Malko into the Elites' world was an event that captivated audiences across cities and borders. As children born into the prestigious Vellaria Royal Vampire family, expectations for their future were sky-high. The ceremony was held at an opulent venue in the heart of A Country’s capital, shimmering with ancient charm and futuristic elegance. It drew an impressive crowd—nobles, entrepreneurs, dignitaries, and powerbrokers from various elite circles. The event opened with a speech from their parents, Lord Valus and Lady Merrine. Standing before the grand assembly, they spoke of their journey as leaders—of trials endured, victories won, and the vision they had for their heirs. Valus’s voice was firm, yet carried an undertone of pride. Merrine, graceful and poised, emphasized the values they had instilled in their children: discipline, courage, compassion, and an unwavering sense of duty to their people. When the tim

The entire elite community had been informed about the highly anticipated engagement of Maika and Valco. The news spread swiftly, reaching even the hidden corners of the supernatural world—including Carl. The moment Carl heard the announcement, a wave of pressure crashed over him. Time was slipping through his fingers. He had to awaken Maika’s memories before it was too late. She needed to remember who she truly was... and that their son, Cavene, was still waiting—longing—for her return. Desperation clung to Carl like a second skin. Left with no other choice, he devised a risky plan and gave secret orders to his most loyal lycans. They were to act discreetly, leaving no trace behind. --- A few days later... Overwhelmed by endless meetings, business affairs, and the looming engagement preparations, Maika felt mentally drained. The weight of it all pressed on her shoulders. She needed a break. That morning, she told Anne, her ever-reliable assistant, that she needed to step away fr

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

--- 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

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,