Novel & Cerita Eternal Blood Emperor

he placed the empty cup down so hard a crack marred the middle of it. “Alastair’s half blood elf and the Emperor of the Empire. Things have already started changing.” She shrugged not understanding the reason what he was so worked up about. He bit his lip, glaring at the table so hard she was surprised he didn’t drill a hole in it. “You, why do you think you’ve never heard of vampires before? Because we’re rare and going extinct? Because we’re insignificant enough to be forgotten?” He lifted his sharp eyes which for a split second turned a deep red. Not Alastair’s rose coloured but a dirty muddy red.

Emily strained to identify its source, her consciousness immersed in the ethereal landscape. "I am the Voice of the Ancients," the voice declared, its timbre echoing through the mist. "You have embarked on a path that has disrupted the delicate balance of the vampire realm. The disappearance of Sofia was not your doing alone, but a consequence of powers far greater than your mortal understanding." The weight of the revelation pressed upon Emily, causing her headache to intensify further. She realized that her pursuit of the vampire queen and the desire to access the throne had unknowingly set in motion ancient forces, forces that sought to maintain equilibrium in the realm of vampires.

-Now, Soraia, you will feel what it is to die and live in the same variable- he said as he walked towards Soraia who was trembling in fear and pain and brought his hand to her bleeding and throbbing head. -Julio Cesar, why do you want my blood so badly? - and wounded that she collapsed. -Because the pure blood of a descendant of a king or queen deprives you of any other," he said as he stooped down beside her, "and also because you remind me of someone I loved very much, and like her.

He was dealing with a true-blooded Vampire, the rightful heir of the Vampire kingdom and dark empire. He didn't even have time to scream before I ripped his throat out and sunk my hand into his chest. Black Blood oozed from the gaping hole, his heart still beating as I ripped it from his body. He dropped to the ground, his red eyes wide with shock. I tossed the heart beside him crushing it under my boot. I leaned over him, my face an inch from his. "Long live the king." I spat, ripping his head off his body and making my way to the castle.

He began. “There will come a time where war will be on the horizon once again. The nation will be divided by the union of the purest of bloodlines. This union will bear the offspring said to be the reincarnation of the Moon Goddess herself. The war between the nations will no longer be an issue, but a greater threat will be discovered, a threat that once again will unite the packs, but not before the Eternal War begins.” Father is really not explaining any of this well. “Whoa...Whoa...wait, slow down dad. So, you are saying our bloodlines joined together will create the reincarnation of the Moon Goddess? So, my unborn child essentially will be the...MOON GODDESS HERSELF?” My head is about to

Yet after everything they had uncovered over the past week, impossible was becoming alarmingly common. The footsteps resumed. Slow. Measured. Descending the grand staircase. Neither Damian nor Seraphina looked away. The beam from Damian's flashlight illuminated the staircase just as a figure emerged from the shadows. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Gray threaded through dark hair. Older than the photographs. Harder. His face carried the weight of years spent hiding. Years spent surviving. But the resemblance was undeniable. The same eyes. The same sharp features. The same Blackwood blood. Damian stared.

🌑 Chains of Eternity Kael’s eyes fluttered open to a sky that wasn’t a sky. Above him stretched a vast, blood-red dome, swirling with slow, lazy currents of crimson mist. It wasn’t clouds, not really—more like a living sea suspended in the heavens, its depths glimmering faintly with shadows that might have been wings, or teeth, or both. The weight of it pressed down on him, suffocating in its vastness, yet no wind stirred the air.

Rome had bowed beneath our rule, Milan had been reforged in blood, and our enemies had learned the price of testing the DeMarcus family. But dominance didn’t end with territory. It needed permanence. A legacy that could not be erased. And now? Leonardo and I weren’t just ruling—we were creating something eternal. The walls of our estate had been built for empire—for deals struck in the dead of night, for war planned between the turning pages of history, for control that never wavered.

“I am precisely on time. You are simply impatient.” Raoul gave a low laugh. “Still arrogant.” “Still breathing”, Lucien retorted. “A miracle, considering your blood pressure.” Now, back then that would have cracked both men up for what business did vampires have with blood pressure? But this banter between them was far from friendly. Father Anselm sighed. “Let’s not descend into theatrics. We have more pressing matters to address.” “I agree”, Dorian nodded. “Your lifebond year has come again, Lucien. It’s your duty to fulfill your rites before the year’s end.”

"I'm sorry." Those were the last words Emily heard, before she felt a sharp piercing pain plunge deep into her neck. It was painful but oddly satisfying and calming. Emily sighed, feeling drowsy, her eyebrows fluttering. It felt so good. Unable to stop himself, Roman drank and drank and looked on, as the blood trickled down her neck and onto the bed.