All Chapters of Revenge of the Broken Soul: Vows of Blood and Fire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

In the middle of a bright, sunny day, Laxiel was playing with his mother. His cousins and younger brother ran wild across the wide, grassy lawn, their laughter echoing over the estate. The air was thick with the warmth of childhood joy, the kind that briefly made them forget the heavy shadows always lingering over their family. The sun’s golden rays bathed everything in a soft, safe light, making the world seem untouchable—almost as if nothing bad could ever happen beneath such a perfect sky.Then, without warning, a loud bang shattered the peace. The sharp, jarring sound tore through the air like a hammer through glass, sending invisible shards of fear slicing into the moment.Laxiel’s mother—who had been the only adult left to care for the children since his father, uncle, and aunt had tragically died in the last devastating incident—immediately shot to her feet. Her face drained of color, dread tightening her features. There was no confusion, only a grim, terrifying certainty. Thei

“I’m easy to talk with, my dear sons. You just need to find the last person who carries the blood of Moretti. That will be your final mission... but for now,” the matriarch of the house said, her voice smooth yet laced with authority as she raised a hand to signal her people.Without hesitation, her guards stepped forward and seized the two sons, Jaxon and Dorian. Their expressions were unreadable—whether out of defiance or resignation, it was hard to tell under the dim lighting of the room.“I just want to enjoy myself,” she continued with a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. The sharp click of her heels echoed through the marble floor as she turned away, her voice like silk over steel.“Bring them to my pen,” she ordered coldly. “I want to entertain myself by watching them fight. Let them spill blood if they must.”She slowly waved a piece of black paper in the air, the edges glinting faintly under the chandelier’s light.“The prize for this little show... the inv

The annual Black Auction held at the Aihara Estate was not just an event—it was a spectacle. Whispers of it echoed through the underworld months in advance. Only the most powerful were invited: mafia leaders from across continents, corrupt politicians cloaked in civility, media darlings with blood on their hands, business tycoons who bought silence with billions, and even high-end models who doubled as couriers, spies, or weapons in disguise.Though the Black Auction happened every year, this one was unlike any before. It was being held on the death anniversary of the Lady of Aihara Estate—the late matriarch whose mysterious collection had become the stuff of legend. For the first time, select items from her private vault were being auctioned, and the world’s most dangerous elites were desperate to claim a piece.Inside the quiet, dimly lit room, Dorian sat shirtless, his upper body covered in wounds, bruises turning shades of deep violet and angry red. The katana scars still stung, a