All Chapters of The Name She Wrote in Blood: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

Chapter 1

I was reborn on the day I was meant to sign the blood bond with Mortlock."Grace, Isabella is waiting for me. How much longer are you going to drag this out?"Mortlock’s voice echoed before the ritual altar, sharp with impatience.I looked around at the ancient stones and the flickering candles. Everything was exactly as it had been in my past life. Back then, I’d signed my name with so much love and hope, believing this bond would be the proof of our eternal love.I was wrong.Even with the bond, his heart only ever belonged to Isabella.In my last life, even on what was supposed to be our first night as mates, he didn’t hesitate to leave me for her."Isabella isn't feeling well. Her old affliction has flared up," he’d told me, without a trace of guilt in his eyes. "She saved my life. I owe her.""But today is…""Grace, don't be so petty. Isabella is like a sister to me. As the Prince's mate, you should be more understanding. Besides, we have a lifetime of nights ahead of us, don't we

Chapter 2

I materialized at the gates of Versta Keep.I still had a few things to retrieve from his home.Looking at the ancient, imposing keep, I thought of my own family, the Vances. Our fall from grace began with my father. Once-powerful blood nobility, we backed the wrong side in the political upheaval that swept through our world. Our assets were seized, our titles stripped, and our family scattered.In my past life, I was naive enough to think marrying Mortlock would save us. I thought becoming the mate to the Prince of House Versta would restore our name and honor.How wrong I was then, how clear it all seems now.Just as I stepped through the main doors, I saw Isabella nestled in Mortlock's arms, murmuring pitifully while he gently stroked her back.In my last life, seeing them like this would have felt like a knife twisting in my gut. I would have been jealous, furious, heartbroken.But now, looking at them, my heart was still.I heard Isabella's soft sobs. "Will Grace be angry with me

Chapter 3

Back in my room, I pulled a folded piece of parchment from my dress. It was the exploration permit I’d just secured for the Aethel Ruins.The Aethel Ruins—the legendary burial grounds of the ancient vampire dynasties. Countless crystals of power lay buried there, and it was my only chance to find the strength to restore the Vance family name on my own.In my last life, I’d pinned all my hopes on Mortlock, never thinking to rely on myself. How foolish I was. I unfolded the permit. The date was clear: in seven days, I would be free of this prison.Knock, knock, knock."Grace, I need to see you." It was Mortlock.I quickly hid the permit. "Come in," I said calmly."Grace, we need to talk." He walked toward me. "Your attitude today was... off. Why the sudden indifference?"I looked at him, a bitter irony rising in my chest."Isn't this what you wanted?" I asked. "A mate who isn't jealous, who doesn't argue, who doesn't cause you any trouble?"Mortlock opened his mouth, but no words came ou

Chapter 4

The ball was held at Ravencrest Keep. Vampire nobles drifted through the grand hall in their finest attire, dancing to elegant music.I stood alone in a corner, dressed in a deep blue silk gown, coldly observing the scene.The center of attention, of course, was Mortlock and Isabella. Isabella was in a shimmering silver gown that sparkled under the lights. She stayed glued to Mortlock's side, and their intimacy drew countless envious stares."It seems Prince Mortlock truly favors his little savior. He's completely ignoring his own mate...""So the rumors are true. The Prince and Grace really don't get along."The whispers reached my ears, but I pretended not to hear. I sipped my glass of blood, my mind only on the Aethel Ruins, now just six days away."Lady Grace." A vampire approached me, a sneer on his face.I offered a faint smile. "I find such gatherings... tedious.""Oh, I understand," he said, lowering his voice. "It must be difficult, watching your own mate with another woman."

Chapter 5

I woke up three days later.My vampire healing had purged the silver poison, but the wound still ached. I was lying in my own bed. Through a crack in the curtains, I could see the deep night outside.My handmaiden, Mira, was at my bedside. Seeing me awake, she shot to her feet. "My lady! You're finally awake! I'll go tell the Prince at once!""Don't," I stopped her, my voice hoarse. "Where is he?""The Prince has been with Lady Isabella these past three days," Mira said carefully. "She was badly frightened and has had a high fever ever since."I closed my eyes, a bitter taste in my mouth.Just as I expected.Even when I was poisoned and my life was uncertain, Isabella was still all that mattered to him."I'd like to rest," I said softly.Mira nodded. As she was about to leave, there was a knock on the door."Grace?" It was Mortlock. "I heard you were awake. Are you all right?"Mira moved to open the door, but I stopped her.When I didn't answer, Mortlock didn't get angry. His voice, wh

Chapter 6

Deep in the shadows of the Aethel ruins, my blade sliced through the last specter. Its ghostly blue fire vanished into the air.A month of this had reforged me.The scars from the silver poison had healed, replaced by a sense of power I’d never known. Every fight, every brush with death, had brought me closer to my true self.I was about to press deeper into the ruins when a familiar voice called out from behind me."Grace!"My body went rigid.I turned slowly. Mortlock was stepping out of the shadows at the ruin’s entrance, his black cloak whipping in the night wind. His handsome face was a mask of rage and confusion."Why would you do this?" he demanded, striding toward me, fury burning in his eyes. "Why did you write Isabella’s name on the blood bond? Why did you lie to me?""Lie to you?" I let out a short, bitter laugh. "Isn't that what you wanted? Now Isabella is your bonded mate. You can finally be together, officially.""That's not what I wanted!" Mortlock roared. "Grace, I neve

Chapter 7

I was sorting through my haul at the edge of the Aethel ruins—some rare scrolls that brought me one step closer to rebuilding House Vance."Grace!"Mortlock again.I didn't even look up as I prepared to leave. "I thought I made myself clear, Mortlock. We have nothing to talk about.""No, we have to talk." His voice was more determined than before, laced with an almost frantic obsession. "I brought someone with me today. She’ll help me prove everything."That made me look up.Mortlock stood a short distance away. Beside him, with her head bowed, was Isabella. Her face was deathly pale. Mortlock gripped her hand so tightly that her rigid posture screamed she was dragged here against her will. He had even brought a few young scions of House Versta, as if to prove a point before an audience."What are you doing?" I frowned.Mortlock strode toward me, yanking Isabella along. She stumbled to keep up, her face a mask of humiliation and helplessness."Grace, look!" he declared. "I brought her

Chapter 8

The Winter Solstice Gala is the most important event in the vampire calendar. Even though I had left my old life behind, tradition dictated I return to the capital for the ceremony.The gates of Castle Versta were as imposing as ever, but as I stepped into the familiar grand hall, something was wrong. Everyone spoke in hushed tones, the air thick with tension."Lady Grace." A familiar voice stopped me.It was Marcus, the castle's old steward. His usually stoic face was etched with worry."Marcus, what's happened?" I asked.He sighed. "Isabella… she gave the Prince a forbidden elixir.""What?" I could hardly believe it."Moon's Embrace."It was one of the oldest and most dangerous forbidden draughts, said to forcibly deepen a blood bond until two lives were irrevocably intertwined. But the side effects were catastrophic."His Highness's power is fading," Marcus said, shaking his head in anguish. "His bloodline is tainted. The council of elders has already begun to question his right to

Chapter 9

I turned my back on the desperate pain in Mortlock's eyes.His pain, his regret—they were no longer my burden.The noise of the Winter Solstice Gala faded behind me. As I walked out of Castle Versta, I knew, this time, I would never be back.It was late when I returned to the old Vance castle. I’d dismissed the family servants long ago; now, I was the only one here.I went to the study and laid out the treasures I had collected from the Aethel ruins. They were valuable enough to ensure a comfortable life anywhere in the world. But as I looked at them, I felt a profound emptiness.Wealth, power, independence—I had everything I'd once craved. So why did I still feel so alone?I sat down in my father's large armchair, looking around the familiar yet strange space.As I was lost in thought, a soft knock came from the door.The door opened, and a familiar figure stepped inside."Kael?" I stood up, surprised. "What are you doing here?"Kael looked weary, his cloak dusted with snow. He had cl

Chapter 10

After dinner one evening, Kael suggested a walk in the sky garden.It was built on the highest tower of the castle, my father's favorite place. Even in winter, a few frost-resistant plants still thrived there.A snowflake drifted down onto my cheek. Kael naturally reached out and brushed the moisture away. The gesture felt so natural, as if we had been a bonded couple for years. His hand was warm, and I leaned into his touch."Kael…" I said his name softly.A deep emotion flickered in his eyes, and his body shifted closer to mine. A delicate tension filled the air. I could hear my own heart beating.Just then, footsteps echoed from the garden entrance.Kael and I pulled apart quickly and turned.When I saw the familiar figure, the warm atmosphere shattered."Mortlock," I said, my voice like ice.He looked pale and gaunt, completely broken."Grace. I have something important to tell you."Kael instinctively moved to stand in front of me, his hand already drifting toward the weapon at hi

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