All Chapters of BLOOD WAR: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21 – The Age of BloodValenfort’s sky bled red, a wound that would never heal. Ash from the Seraphim still clung to the shattered domes of cathedrals, falling like blood-snow in the night wind. This city — once a symbol of balance between human and vampire — now lay in chaos, decay, and despair.Evelyn Cross had vanished. Her silhouette dissolved into the black light of the ritual that sealed Azrael, leaving behind a torn world. But her death was not the end; it was the beginning of a new era where blood became law, and fear the only religion left.---In the central square, the Crimson Pact — the alliance of rebel vampires and exiled humans — stood on the brink of collapse. Torches blazed on the marble steps, casting shadows across blood-smeared faces.“Lucien Draven has disappeared!” a hunter shouted from the ranks. “The self-proclaimed Blood King abandoned us!”The crowd roared. Marcus’s faction — a high-ranking vampire once loyal to Lucien — drew swords, glaring at those w

Chapter 23 – Legacy of BloodAcross Valenfort, the rivers of blood had dried. But peace was only a thin mask over a city bleeding from within.Lucien stood on the balcony of Crimson Spire — once his tower of power, now headquarters of the reborn Crimson Pact. At his feet, those once loyal to Evelyn or the Hunters now wore black-red robes, submitting under the banner of the “New Era.” But he knew: no submission was eternal.“They bow not from respect, but from fear,” Seraphine’s voice drifted from behind, light as breath yet laced with killing intent. “You’re rebuilding an empire on ashes, Lucien.”He turned, eyes blazing crimson — no longer the sorrow of a man seeking a lost soul. “And you? A beast surviving among corpses. What do you want here, Seraphine?”A faint smile grazed her lips. “What you’re searching for. Evelyn Cross.”The air thickened. His fists clenched until blood seeped between fingers. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”“Oh, but I do. I see her in my dreams — wher

Chapter 25: Memory of BloodThe rain on the old cathedral roof sounded like a forgotten prayer. Each blood-drop seeping through cracked bricks carried a memory — of the girl who vanished in the red light of the Blood Heart Gate.Lucien stood amid Valenfort’s ruins, a hollow shell of a city. Faint neon lights flickered like dying souls. No one called him Blood King anymore. No one dared speak Evelyn Cross — the one he once named “light in blood”.His hand clenched a broken silver chain, once the Hunters’ emblem. What Evelyn left behind, shattered in the Azrael seal. Black blood still coursed in his veins, but his heart had run dry the moment she did.“Lucien…”The voice echoed in his mind — soft as breath, distant as a call from another world. “If one day you forget me, let blood lead the way.”Lucien looked up. Rain mixed with blood on his face, yet he smiled — the smile Valenfort once called “the mad immortal’s grin”.---In memory, Evelyn stood in Divine Tower’s corridor, red ligh

Chapter 27 – Blood TearsThe Seraphim bell tolled in the night, hoarse as the groan of a dying world.All of Valenfort was shrouded in a strange red glow — not moonlight, but reflections from pillars of blood burning in the sky. People called them “blood tears” — the Sanctuary’s final tears, falling whenever the balance between human and vampire shattered.Lucien stood on the old fortress balcony, where he once watched the city with Evelyn. Now only wind cut through, cold enough to slice flesh. He still clutched the silver necklace — the only remnant after she vanished into the Blood Seal.Three months. Three months he lived between worlds — half man, half demon. Every night he heard the call from deep earth, her familiar voice tangled in chaos: “Lucien… don’t forget me.”But he could not forget. Evelyn was not just the woman he loved — she was the soul that gave him reason to exist. When she fell into the seal, he lost the last of his humanity.Now Valenfort slid into a new era. No C

Chapter 29 – End of the Blood DreamDried blood on Seraphim’s walls reflected a dying crimson sunset. Valenfort was no longer a city of light or shadow — it became a living scar, where blood and memory fused, where every soul carried guilt.Evelyn walked through war’s remnants. Wind carried iron and smoke, whipping her tangled hair, hissing like the wails of a thousand unrested dead. Each step was chained by old vows. Lucien had not returned — or perhaps he never left, only swallowed into darkness’s depths.She stopped before the cracked wall of the Red Chapel — where it all began. A shattered ancient mirror on the altar reflected her face: eyes once fire now empty, dry lips trembling to speak his name — but only cold ash-breath escaped.Outside, Valenfort was dying slowly.Crimson Pact remnants were shadows — betrayal, hatred, despair spreading like plague. Alaric, once sworn ally, now seized supreme power, raising the “Blood Sanctum” to unify the world under “purification.” He flew