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Main Characters1. Aria ValenRole: Protagonist, vampire hunter, and the Crimson Fated.Description: A skilled but conflicted hunter with a mysterious birthmark tied to an ancient prophecy. Fiercely independent, she begins to question her beliefs as she uncovers the truth about vampires and her own destiny.2. Valen/lucian DraevanRole: The male lead, vampire lord, and protector.Description: Known as the "Blood King," Valen is a brooding, immortal vampire cursed with a tragic past. Though ruthless in battle, he harbors a softer side that emerges as he grows closer to Aria.3. Evangeline RavelleRole: The antagonist, vampire queen.Description: A power-hungry vampire queen with a vendetta against humanity and a desire to control the Crimson Heart. Her plans hinge on manipulating the prophecy and destroying Aria.4. Kael MorwynRole: Aria’s mentor and friend.Description: A seasoned vampire hunter who raised Aria after her parents’ deaths. Though protective of her, his jealousy and hid

Lucian moved through the dense forest with inhuman speed, the night bending to his will as he approached the hidden castle. The looming structure emerged from the mist, its spires piercing the heavens like jagged claws. The ancient stone walls, covered in ivy, whispered of centuries of secrets, bloodshed, and betrayals.He paused at the threshold, his silver eyes narrowing as the weight of the past settled over him. This place, once a sanctuary, now felt like a tomb. Every corner was haunted by shadows he couldn’t outrun—ghosts of choices made and lives lost.Pushing the heavy doors open, he stepped inside. The grand hall was as cold and dark as he remembered, lit only by flickering sconces lining the walls. The air carried the faint scent of decay and something sweeter—blood.As he ascended the winding staircase, the whispers of memories clawed at him. One image stood out above the rest: a woman with fiery determination in her eyes, her dark hair cascading like a river of midnight. S

The dense forest began to thin, the shadows giving way to a strange, ethereal light as Lucian led Aria deeper into uncharted territory. She clutched her blade tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t trust him—couldn’t trust him—but curiosity gnawed at her resolve.“Where are we going?” she asked, breaking the silence.Lucian glanced back at her, his expression unreadable. “You’ll see soon enough. But you might want to keep an open mind.”“That’s asking a lot,” she muttered under her breath.After what felt like hours, they emerged into a secluded valley bathed in soft moonlight. Aria’s breath caught in her throat. Nestled between towering cliffs was a village unlike any she’d ever seen.The homes were simple yet elegant, built from stone and wood that glowed faintly under the moon’s light. Lanterns hung on every corner, casting a warm, inviting glow. People walked the cobblestone streets, their voices a quiet murmur of conversation.But it wasn’t just humans.Aria froze,

Aria’s dreams were no longer her own. She found herself standing in a lush meadow under a blood-red sky. The air was thick with the scent of roses and iron. The distant hum of voices whispered her name, pulling her forward. She wasn’t alone. In the distance, a figure waited. His back was to her, but she recognized him instantly—Lucian. His silhouette was etched into her mind, yet something about him felt different here. He turned slowly, his silver eyes soft with an emotion she couldn’t name. “Aria,” he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. Before she could respond, the ground beneath them cracked, and flames erupted from the earth. The meadow dissolved into a battlefield. Blood soaked the ground, and screams filled the air. Aria’s chest burned as if something inside her was trying to claw its way out. Her gaze snapped to Lucian, now kneeling, blood dripping from his hands. His eyes, once filled with tenderness, now brimmed with anguish. “You have to remember,”

The village was on the brink of collapse. Smoke curled into the sky from torched homes, and the faint cries of the injured echoed through the air. Aria stood in the town square, her fists clenched as she surveyed the devastation. The villagers—her people—were exhausted and terrified.“This won’t stop,” Lucian said quietly, standing beside her. His voice was calm but firm, a counterbalance to the chaos around them. “Evangeline won’t rest until she has what she wants. If she finds the Crimson Heart, your village will be just the first of many to fall.”Aria turned to him, her eyes blazing with determination. “Then we fight. I won’t let her destroy everything I’ve ever known.”Lucian hesitated, his gaze searching hers. “Fighting won’t be enough. She’s too powerful, her forces too vast. We need something stronger. Something binding.”Her brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “A Blood Pact.”---The words sent a chill down Aria’s spine. She had heard of