The Vampire King Married Death
The bells of Blackthorn Castle rang thirteen times, their solemn echoes rolling across the vast Night Empire like an ancient warning. The haunting sound drifted through mist-covered forests, over jagged mountains, and across villages where sunlight had been nothing more than a forgotten legend for centuries. Every vampire, whether noble or commoner, knew exactly what the bells announced. The Blood Eclipse had arrived, and before the night ended, their king would stand beside the queen chosen by fate itself.