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Chapter 21 – The Age of Blood Valenfort’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.

I am the Alpha, and I’m making the strategic choice to follow my best soldier. My numb hand lunges, fisting in the fabric of his cloak. He kicks his horse, and the great beast lunges forward, dragging me and my panicking mare with him. He’s towing us through the apocalypse, a lifeline in a world that’s dissolving around us. I can’t see Marcus. I can’t see any of the others. I can’t see anything but the dark, solid mass of Alexei’s back, my entire world narrowed to that single, desperate point of contact.

The sounds of the bones crushing as the blade speared through to his heart filled him with satisfaction. Soon enough, the king was dead with wide eyes of shock. No one said a word about the scene that unfolded before them. Xanthanius picked the blood stained crown from his father’s head and placed it on his. “Welcome to a new reign of Aspena” he said proudly. The years of training paid off. AUTHOR’S NOTE (PLEASE READ ME!) Thank you for counting this book worthy of your attention and time! Welcome to my first ever attempt at a Romantasy (Romance and Fantasy) genre. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

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It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box. I run my fingers over the clasp and it clicks open. I feel my wolf push to the front of my mind but I'm so engrossed in the book I hardly even notice. I open the cover carefully and look at it. On the inscription page is some writing and a hand drawn picture of a wolf in black ink. I read the inscription out loud. 'Journal of Lycius 1800AD' "Where does it say that?" Hunter says looking over my shoulder.

Chapter: 43 ******* ALTAIR: Bryn had always been curious about Camp Elysium since her teenage years began, but that curiosity transformed into urgent desperation the day she overheard Altair speak of a vampire he had encountered in the nearby forests. As a fox shifter, Bryn had always felt a sense of difference from the rest of the Pack. Although her Birth Omega was also a fox, she often pondered her place among the wolves. Yet, her fascination with Camp Elysium persisted.

I screamed, feeling on the verge of losing my mind. Blood was dripping from my fingers, but I didn't even feel the pain as I gripped the blade. Mom didn't even glance at my injury. She nodded firmly. "Yes!"

“She’s the daughter of the vampire who died to save me. I owe her more than she knows.” “And yet... she hates you,” Elias said. I nodded. “She thinks I’m a monster. And maybe I am.” Elias frowned. “But there’s more, isn’t there?” I stood and walked to the bookshelf. I pulled a leather-bound book from a hidden drawer behind it. The cover read: The Book of Shadow Bonds. I opened it to a marked page. The prophecy was written in faded red ink. “A child born of cursed blood shall rise, Moon and night in her veins,

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.