Alle Kapitel von The Vampire King Married Death: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

An uneasy silence settled over the endless realm created by the Blood Crown after the Hollow God’s presence disappeared. The oppressive weight that had filled the air moments earlier had lifted, yet no one felt relieved. Every noble, priest, and guard stood motionless, trying to comprehend the revelation Nyx had just spoken.Lucien lowered his gaze to the obsidian sword in his hand. The crimson runes that had flared so brilliantly during the confrontation were beginning to dim, but they had not vanished completely. Strange symbols still shimmered along the blade, ancient markings that had remained hidden for over a thousand years despite being carried by generations of Vampire Kings.“You are telling me,” Lucien said carefully, “that this sword was created to kill the Hollow God.”Nyx nodded slowly.“I believe so.”Master Orion stepped forward, unable to hide the excitement and fear battling across his aged face. He studied the glowing inscriptions without daring to touch the weapon.

The revelation that the First King’s coffin had been stolen left the Grand Hall in stunned silence. Moments earlier, the nobles had been arguing over Nyx’s place as queen. Now, those disagreements seemed insignificant compared to the threat unfolding beneath Blackthorn Castle. If the second key to the Hollow God’s prison had truly been hidden within the royal crypts, then someone had spent years, perhaps even centuries, waiting for the right moment to claim it.Lucien’s expression remained composed, but his mind was already racing through every possibility. The theft could not have been carried out by an outsider. Blackthorn Castle was protected by layers of ancient wards, hidden passages known only to the royal family, and guards whose loyalty had been tested countless times. Whoever had entered the crypts had done so with intimate knowledge of the castle and its defenses.“Seal every gate,” Lucien ordered. “No one enters or leaves Blackthorn Castle without my permission. Double the

Lucien kept his eyes on the faded parchment spread across the table, studying the narrow passage that had been carefully erased from every official record. The ink marking the hidden corridor was so old that parts of it had nearly disappeared, yet its destination remained unmistakable. It wound beneath the eastern wing of Blackthorn Castle before descending toward the prison beneath the Veil.Someone had gone to extraordinary lengths to hide its existence.Master Orion carefully adjusted his spectacles and leaned closer to the map. “This blueprint predates the construction of the royal crypts,” he said. “Whoever altered the official records wanted future generations to believe this passage never existed.”Lucien traced the route with one finger.“Could it still be intact?”The old scholar hesitated.“Stone tunnels can survive for thousands of years if they were built properly. If no one collapsed it intentionally, then yes. It may still exist.”Captain Roderic rested a hand on the pom

The masked woman stood motionless across the glowing well, her black cloak fluttering gently in the current of crimson energy rising from below. The ancient crystal key rested comfortably in her hand, as though it had always belonged there. Although her face remained hidden behind the smooth white mask, the confidence in her posture suggested she had expected this meeting from the very beginning.Lucien slowly raised his obsidian sword.The crimson runes engraved along its blade responded immediately to the presence of the key, glowing brighter until they illuminated the chamber with a blood-red light.“You’ve caused enough damage,” he said evenly. “Hand over the key.”The woman tilted her head slightly, almost amused.“So commanding.”Her golden eyes drifted toward the awakened sword.“It seems the old blade has finally remembered what it was made for.”Master Orion stared at her in disbelief.“You know the Sword of Night.”“I know many things the kingdom has forgotten.”Nyx stepped

A suffocating silence settled over the ancient chamber after Selene’s confession. The crimson light rising from the prison beneath the Veil flickered across the stone walls, casting long shadows that seemed to breathe with every heartbeat echoing from the abyss below. No one in the chamber could reconcile the smiling woman standing before them with the High Priestess who had faithfully served the Night Empire for centuries. She had crowned kings, blessed generations of vampire rulers, and preserved the sacred traditions of the Crimson Vow. To everyone gathered there, she had always been a symbol of unwavering devotion. Discovering that she had orchestrated the kingdom’s greatest betrayal left even the bravest warriors unable to find words.Lucien slowly lowered the tip of his obsidian sword until it hovered just above the stone floor. His crimson eyes remained fixed on Selene, searching for even the smallest trace of regret, but there was none. She stood with perfect composure, her wh