CHAPTER 20

Year 1804... The sound of drums and trumpets echoed across the grounds of the White Vampires' Palace. After nearly a year, everyone would finally witness the return of Prince Zaitan—the prince who had now gained full mastery over his extraordinary abilities. In unison, General Suvan and Kawban, the Supreme’s right hand, marched at the front alongside the royal soldiers of the Kingdom of Sadan. Supreme Dalleon sat proudly on his throne with Queen Lovera by his side. The citizens gathered in joyous celebration to welcome back the youngest son of the Supreme and Queen—Prince Zaitan, the one foretold by the oracle to ascend the throne after his father. "Honor His Majesty’s return!" Kawban declared. He dropped to his knees first, followed by General Suvan and the soldiers. A single beat of the drum and trumpet signaled Prince Zaitan’s sudden appearance—he materialized from thin air before the crowd. Misan couldn't take her eyes off him. His transformation was undeniable—his physique now

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

CHAPTER 21

Year 1804... The weather seemed to conspire with Misan’s emotions. The young woman could not erase the wide smile on her face because at dawn that very morning, Rycon came to her home and invited her to bathe in a spring surrounded by many kinds of flowers. Misan was overjoyed, not only because of the moment they shared, but also because Rycon proposed marriage to her. She had not yet told her parents, waiting for the right time. “May I speak with you, Misan?” Misan’s smile vanished at once when she heard the voice of Prince Zaitan from behind her. She closed her eyes, sighed, then fully turned to face him. “Good morning, Your Highness.” Misan bowed respectfully. “May I speak with you, even for just a moment?” Prince Zaitan asked again. Misan nodded, and in an instant she dropped the rag she was holding as the Prince used teleportation. They were suddenly in the Dead Lands, once the territory of the black vampires. Prince Zaitan kept his eyes on Misan while she looked around at th

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

CHAPTER 22

Year 1804...Prince Zumir, more widely known as Rycon, was deep in thought as he gazed at the calm sea visible only from his vantage point. Only a few months remained before the war between the black and white vampires would finally take place. The citizens were tirelessly training with the weapons he had reclaimed from the whites. Rycon had decided to bid farewell to the parents who raised him, as well as resign from his position in the kingdom as Prince Zaitan’s right-hand man. He wanted to devote his full attention to their impending attack.When he felt the cold wind brush against him, the prince closed his eyes. His thoughts wandered to his beloved Misan and to what had happened between them. He knew there was a chance it might bear fruit. He wanted to leave Misan with at least a memory of him, a reminder that a Rycon had once stepped into her life. It had been two days since they last saw each other, and he had not sent even a single letter. He missed her deeply, but he knew it

Last Updated : 2025-11-14

CHAPTER 23

Year 1804… Prince Zaitan’s gaze was fixed on Rycon as the two of them circled each other. The duel between them was about to begin, a long-honored tradition among vampires. Before a prince could be crowned as the Supreme, he needed to defeat his own right hand in a bloody duel. The prince’s right hand also needed to survive the match to officially assume his position. At that moment, Prince Zaitan’s nerves were at their peak. He knew how skilled and powerful Rycon was, and he had no assurance that he would win. At the first clash of their swords, both of them were forced backward. But Rycon was shocked when Prince Zaitan’s blade grazed his finger, and blood immediately spilled. Only the Prince of the black vampires, Prince Zumir, possessed the ability to heal his own wounds, yet Rycon—Prince Zumir himself—was stunned when the cut on his finger did not heal. Bright red blood dripped onto the dry soil from the deep gash. Prin

Last Updated : 2025-11-15

CHAPTER 24

October 1804…The white children played joyfully as the gentle breeze of the cold wind brushed against them that day. The citizens of the Kingdom of Sadan were busy preparing for the war that would take place the next day, but unknown to them, the black vampires would attack that very day. The blacks sought revenge for the assault once launched by the whites, an attack that claimed the lives of thousands of their people. Along with those deaths came the gradual loss of their wealth, their weapons of war, and their trusted leaders.Former Supreme Kaigan looked around the surroundings, deep in thought. He could not understand why the wind brought him no comfort. Each time it touched his skin, it carried a foreboding chill. His gaze drifted to the goblet before him, filled with fresh human blood. His eyes remained fixed on it when he noticed the red liquid beginning to ripple.When he looked at the large gate, it suddenly collapsed. A dark sorcery spread acro

Last Updated : 2025-11-16

CHAPTER 25

Kingdom of Sarsul…Supreme Atcandis stood alongside his wife, Queen Alyada, watching from the large window of their chamber as the Kingdom of Sadan slowly burned, set ablaze by their soldiers.“We have truly defeated the whites,” Queen Alyada said softly, her eyes still fixed on the massive flames gradually consuming the palace, the homes, and the structures owned by the whites.Supreme Atcandis nodded. He had never imagined that the blacks could reclaim what had been stolen from them by the whites—their properties, money, and weapons of war. His heart brimmed with satisfaction and contentment at the sight before him.The whites had killed all the leaders except for Prince Zaitan and Princess Amira. They knew that the others had escaped, too elusive to be caught at that moment, but they would dedicate time to track them down.Prince Zaitan had been captured by the Sarsulians and remained imprisoned, unconscious. He had lost all his streng

Last Updated : 2025-11-17