All Chapters of Fated In Darkness: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

DimitriThe night air was cool as I stood outside my manor, the gravel crunching softly beneath my boots. The moon hung full, a pale witness to the fact that after centuries of silence, two names I thought I would never hear again had finally returned to the fold, Raymond and Giuseppe.When they stepped from the sleek black sedan Viktor had arranged for them, it was almost disorienting. They looked older, not in body, Strigoi never aged beyond their prime, but in the weight they carried in their eyes. Centuries of survival carved into the way they stood, cautious yet commanding.“Lords Raymond. Lord Giuseppe.” I inclined my head with respect. Old habits never died, and whatever else I was, I still understood hierarchy. “Your presence honors us.”Lancly, of course, broke the tension with a smirk. “About time you two crawled out of hiding. We thought maybe Dragomir finally got bored and ate you.”Raymond’s chuckle was low and gravelly, like stone scraping together. Giuseppe, always the

AdrianThe night was clear, the drive leading up to the estate glowing under the soft wash of security lights. My home wasn’t a castle or some Gothic ruin that humans liked to imagine Strigoi lived in, it was sleek, modern, built in glass, steel, and marble, every line clean, every corner sharp. It was built to be functional, impenetrable, and above all, a reminder that we were not relics of the past.I stood beside my father at the entrance as the black sedan rolled up the driveway. The hum of the engine faded as the car came to a stop. My chest tightened, not from fear, but from the weight of history about to walk through my gates.Raymond stepped out first, his presence commanding though understated, his eyes scanning the estate with quiet admiration. Giuseppe followed, shoulders squared, sharper in his stance, more cautious, though even he softened when he saw my father.“Alexei,” Raymond greeted warmly, crossing the steps with a stride that belied his centuries.“Brother.” My fat

CarsonThe night had teeth. It bit at my nerves the way it always did when a war was close.I stood on the steps of my home, phone pressed to my ear, calling in every ally I could trust. Grant and Willis had already assembled with the others, their presence solid at my back. They knew the weight of what was coming, Dragomir was no ordinary Strigoi, and his shadow stretched further than most of my men could comprehend. But they trusted me to lead them, and I refused to let that trust go to waste.“Father,” I said when the line clicked alive.“Carson.” His voice was gravel, and strong. “I’ve heard whispers already. Tell me it isn’t true.”“It’s true. Dragomir and Martina. They’ve made their nest on Cainebrille’s campus, in Hawshire, at the abandoned Phi Umnar building.”For a moment, silence hung heavy between us. Then my father’s sigh came through, sharp as steel. “He defiles neutral ground. That alone makes him worse than the rest.”“I’m gathering every man I can spare,” I told him. “

NatalieAfter Mom left, the walls of the room felt too tight, like they were pressing in on me. My thoughts buzzed with her words, her decision, the secret I carried like a blade under my tongue. I couldn’t sit still. Adrian was still in his meeting downstairs, and if I stayed here any longer, I was going to claw through the silence.So I slipped out.The hallway was quiet except for the faint hum of voices from deeper in the manor. When I reached the grand staircase, I froze.Alison.She was just stepping through the door, and with her… Dimitri. His towering form cut like a shadow against the lights of the mansion. His expression was unreadable as always, cold but somehow magnetic. He barely glanced around before disappearing down the opposite hall, likely toward where the elders were meeting.But Alison lingered. And the moment her eyes landed on me, color flooded her face. She blushed hard, her gaze dropping like she’d been caught sneaking out after curfew.“I thought you don’t lik

CarsonMorning broke with a heavy stillness, the kind of quiet that didn’t belong on a campus like Cainebrille. Students should have been moving between classes, dorms buzzing with chatter, the air filled with laughter and noise. But not here. Not in this part of campus, the deserted quarter where the old Phi Umbra house squatted like a forgotten scar.My men were already at work when I arrived. Wolves in human form, moving silently, precise in their preparations. They had learned long ago that brute strength wasn’t enough when it came to fighting Strigoi, you had to be clever, you had to anticipate.UV lights, small and powerful, were mounted and hidden in the trees that surrounded the building. At a glance, you wouldn’t know they were there, but at the flip of a switch, the night would light up like a dawn. I crouched to check one myself, brushing soil from the base. Perfectly camouflaged. A failsafe. If this fight dragged into the night, we weren’t going to be picked off in the dar