It was Kairos, her full biological brother.
The silver hair was unlike Stelian's, as his hair was cut short. It made his countenance resemble King Darien, the vampire king further.
Whenever she faced him, she couldn't help but fall into a fleeting stupor. Those grey eyes were so similar to her mother, whose eyes, in the short minutes were etched deeply and indelibly in her memory.
The thought only lasted a moment, and she quickly recovered herself. Nevertheless, her mood was slightly affected.
"Welcome, brother." She said with a little stiffness. As quick as passing clouds, her countenance returned to that aloof, undisturbed expression again.
Kairos wasn't as aggressive as Stelian, but he was equally inscrutable. Especially his stance toward his sister. Would he think that she had killed their mother?
"Lord Father called you to the palace for the awakening ceremony." He said concisely, straight to the point. The pairs of grey eyes flitted to Stefan, who had just awakened from his daze. He flinched from Kairos' gaze, seemingly having encountered something terrifying. After that, he walked away with large strides and didn't once turn his head back.
"Alright, I will go." With a nod of her head, she turned her body and went back to the study room.
She had seen her countenance in the mirror just now, as pale as a sheet of paper. She truly looked like the dead.
The light footsteps echoed in the silent and spacious study room. To mask her pale countenance from arousing suspicion, she was forced to cover it up with makeup.
She was never the one with the hobby to dress up, except for the convenience of disguising and blending in with the shadows. Nevertheless, she was still pretty skilled since one of her people was an expert in this field.
As for Kairos, it was unlikely for him to ask. He was a cold person, and never someone who would meddle in the business of others. Perhaps, for him, she was just like the other royal children.
It was also better that way, although she still needed to do one thing...
After this awakening ceremony, she was destined to have more contact with this brother of hers.
"Let's go." The complexion of her face was no longer as pale as it was earlier. Her cheeks were slightly rosy. The skin also looked fresh, like she was a living human.
A sudden intense gaze caused her to look doubtfully at Kairos, who swept his gaze at her figure, not ashamed that he was getting caught. His eyes flashed. As they walked side by side, he pointed at her wrist. "This is...?"
Irene subconsciously clutched the bracelet in her hand. The yellow-green crystal gave her slight assurance. She was startled, and her gaze, which contained a bit of caution, was directed at him. After he found this bracelet familiar, he wouldn't snatch it, right?
The first time she met King Darien, she also found that his stare lingered on the bracelet on her wrist. After that, she no longer wore a short-sleeved dress. For this occasion, she wore one and almost forgot about it.
"Mother's bracelet." There was something suppressed in her tone. Her gaze momentarily became empty. She looked ahead and walked. If he wanted to snatch it, she would fight it out with him, even with the risk of revealing her strength.
Yes, she was hiding her strength. There were so few people she could trust in these magnificently luxurious, yet cold walls of the palace. Anyone could turn against her at any moment.
More than once, she suspected a spy was lurking in the palace, directing things from behind the scene. She found the case of her mother's accident back then a bit strange.
Queen Adrianne was a strong woman herself. She had gone incognito when she traveled outside. The guards brought by her were also strong. Fighting against some wandering pack of werewolves wouldn't be a problem. But the opponent numbered in hundreds, against the group of fewer than thirty people. Apparently, someone had leaked the news to the werewolf race.
The queen was also restricted because she was pregnant. Hence, she couldn't unleash her full power.
After she saw the swirling lights of the teleportation array, Irene recovered from her trance. This array was the technology developed by some elders in the vampire race. There were golden runes floating in the air, forming a tunnel with a door on the other side.
Kairos also seemed distracted. His gaze occasionally flitted about her wrist, seemingly uncertain. After Irene stepped into the tunnel, he followed.
Rufus couldn't follow her because he was no longer a commander.
In less than a minute, she again felt the amazement of this teleportation array; they had arrived.
"Lord Father has ordered the maids to clean up and decorate your room. You can go there first." Kairos glanced at her briefly, then walked away without looking back.
His words surprised her a little that she cast doubtful eyes at his retreating back. However, she was glad that she could rest first. Her strength was sucked dry after days and nights without sleep, enduring the excruciating pain that made her want to die but was unable to.
She spent her time sleeping, and the blood delivered to her door remained untouched. Unknowingly, she had slept for a few days. Today was the day when the awakening ceremony would begin.
A few maids helped her to get dressed. The intricate red rose was attached to her shoulder, and a long-sleeved long dress almost covered her entire body. The black veil shielded her face from prying eyes.
The king had yet to introduce her to the nobles, and many were curious about the only royal princess. This awakening ceremony would be the first one they'd meet her.
"They are waiting for you." Kairos came again. He was wearing a black cloak, his body wrapped in royal attire.
Irene nodded indifferently in acknowledgment. She got up from the chair in front of the mirror, her high heels clacking as they collided with the floor.
It was still a bit awkward for her due to her amateurish skill in teleportation, but she had improved tremendously. She found that she liked this ability very much. It was so cool when she could suddenly disappear and appear again more than a hundred meters away.
Not long after, they arrived.
The door was tall and mighty. The guard's voice was loud as he announced her and Kairos' names, and they entered the room together.
Instantly, many pairs of eyes cast their gaze on her. There were various expressions; curiosity, contempt, disdain, doubt, and others. She put on a nonchalant look, silently remembering each one of them.
On the high throne, the king's majestic figure was sitting down.
After a slightly longer walk on the dark red colored carpet, they both arrived in front of him. Kairos bowed while Irene curtsied as a sign of respect, then withdrew to the side.
"Are you ready?" King Darien turned his head toward Irene.
"This subject is ready, Your Majesty." She didn't hesitate to answer.
The way she referred herself instantly became the topic of silent discussion. All kinds of eyes were giving her strange looks, some with pity and some containing disguised mockery or raw amusement.
Irene's expression remained unchanged. When she stole a glance at King Darien, his complexion was also neutral, as if the farce didn't bother him at all, even though she didn't refer to herself as his child, a royal daughter.
She knew she was treading on thin ice, repeatedly testing each royal family member. She didn't mind sinking down as long as she dragged the person responsible for her mother's accident with her. Just let's accompany each other on the road to hell.
A moment later, the stagnant atmosphere was slightly eased when King Darien rose from his throne. He walked to the side, bypassing the ancient antiques made of gold and silver until he arrived at a small iron door.
He motioned to Irene, and she slowly walked there. As soon as the door opened, she was sucked in. After she was inside, the door closed by itself.
Slightly confused, she looked at the small pool of blood uncomfortably, unsure. In an attempt to try and find out what should she was supposed to do next, she tentatively reached out her hands.
She hoped she didn't need to drink it. Just by looking at it, she was already nauseous somehow. The sudden sensation in the fingertips surprised her that she abruptly exclaimed, "What..."
She felt a stream of power that resonated with her bloodline. Buzzing noises floated around her ears, and she was slightly dizzy from this unanticipated phenomenon.
"So, it's like this." She muttered to herself. She resisted the churning stomach and took a meditation gesture, submerging half her body in the pool of blood.
The pool was only around five meters in both length and width. The feeling was uncomfortable, like slimy snakes wriggling on the skin. She almost threw up, tempted to get up from the pool, and slammed the door open to get out. However, her willpower resisted.
Rufus had informed her that she should stay here for three days and nights or for as long as possible. This bloodline was also beneficial for her. At least she'd recover faster from any injuries.
The suffocating feeling around her skin gradually disappeared, replaced by steadiness. The blood in the pool was tempering with her body, transforming it completely into becoming a royal vampire, shedding her previously human physique.
She was like a lonely boat in the sea, resisting the billowing waves. Gradually, the power entering her body became more aggressive and tyrannical. Her skin turned pale, seemingly bloodless. The domineering force was threatening to tear her organs apart.
With the grit of her teeth, which slowly and painfully grew into fangs, she forcefully endured. She was well aware that if she forced herself to withstand the power beyond her capability, she would receive backlash. Perhaps, her organs would rupture, or when it came at worst, she could turn into a puddle of blood, becoming part of this pool.
It was almost three days and three nights. For half-immortal creatures like vampires, it was a blink of an eye. The nobles were currently sitting in the hall, enjoying their drink while they waited for the royal princess's awakening ceremony to conclude.
The king sat on the high throne, accompanied by the three queens, all of who were sitting on his sides. Queen Lamia was sitting alone on his left side while the right side was occupied subsequently by Queen Alvira, then Queen Izora.
The four princes were sitting quite close to the king: Stelian, Kairos, Draven, and Edmund. Edmund's twin brother, however, was nowhere in sight.
Whispers sounded among the nobles. Their eyes occasionally flitted to the main seats where the royal family members were sitting. Nearly three days and three nights passed. And yet, the princess hadn't come out. She was a little bit tougher than they had expected.
However, she was still no match if she were to be compared to the princes, right?
The nobles continued to drink with relish, waiting for the time to slowly pass by.
Sun and mood had exchanged places several times during this period.
The three days and night threshold had passed a few days ago. And for Irene's awakening... there was no news and not even a small movement from the chamber.
Edmund's porcelain-like face couldn't help but scrunch slightly. His eyes flitted about the door of the awakening chamber for the thousandth time.
"Is she alright? How was her condition before she entered the awakening chamber?" He couldn't help asking Kairos, who had fetched her from Blackcourt City.
Traces of wrinkle also formed on Kairos' smooth forehead. He remembered that Irene's state seemed a bit wrong back then. He didn't dig into it further, thinking that it was because of her gradual vampire transformation and tiredness.
Now, things didn't seem to be that simple.
"She was too pale at that time," Edmund mumbled, remembering that he had once wanted to meet her, but she looked so tired. So, he didn't disturb her further and only sent her a bag of nourishing blood. His voice wasn't loud, only enough for the four princes to hear.
On the high throne, next to the king, Queen Alvira seemed to mutter something about the king. The delicate face was taut, and the eyebrows twisted together. "Your Majesty, it has been more than three days. This consort is worried that something might happen to her."
The king was silent. It was unknown whether he had heard her softly spoken words or not.
It was almost a week, long passed the three the days and three night period. Forcefully interrupting in the middle of bloodline awakening was fatal; she could receive backlash, becoming weak and sickly. However, it was better than turning into a puddle of blood and joining the previous ancestors.
Just as the king had raised his head, an extremely loud explosion that shocked the nobles and royal family members resonated in the hall. The floor under their feet was shaking. Vibrations could be heard buzzing in their ears.
In the awakening chamber, Irene was currently unconscious. Her skin was coated with red, and a trace of blood was on her lips. It was her blood. It was not without consequence that she tried to withstand such a terrifying force.The accumulation of the power of ancestors indeed couldn't be underestimated. She had been too reckless and impatient. Now, after she had just recovered from the magnetic field sequelae, she was injured again. Her inner organs had ruptured, hence the blood on her lips. Luckily, she protected her heart. Otherwise, she'd be without a complete corpse by now.The damage caused by the tyrannical force had calmed down, and the cells began to repair themselves slowly. Even in her unconscious state, Irene still dimly feel great pain as weakness overtook her entire being.After what seemed to be a long time, her consciousness hovered between sobriety and drunkness."Dæmon's people snatched the weapons again. We were the ones who intercepted these scoundrels. Now, they
She dusted herself off, standing up. Her eyes swept the surrounding, finding that the man had disappeared. A surge of disappointment filled her heart. She yearned to see that man in the same state as she was, untidy and vulnerable. It was a petty thought, she knew. She couldn't help it that she also wanted a little revenge. As the door opened, two silver heads came into sight. They were Edmund and Kairos. The two seemed to be startled at the condition inside. The pool of blood was bubbling like lava, rolling with oppressiveness toward those of the same bloodline. Even both men could perceive it, the anger. Some places were wrecked, lamps shattered on the floor, and debris of whatever they were before they turned into such unrecognizable things was scattered around. There were signs of battle everywhere, and the residue of power was still faintly looming. "What happened?" Kairos opened his mouth first, taking in the sight of Irene, who was wiping blood from the corner of her lips.
After this little scene, Irene was aware she would be in the spotlight; eyes gazed with scrutiny, fingers pointed at her, and mouths talked about her. The color of her blood... was red. Whizzing like it was burning, fiery red as dark as blood appeared, the flames danced in the bowl of small white bone. The color of commoners. It was not that they didn't have any powers, but commoners were practically half human. They only held the advantage of being stronger and possessing a longer lifespan than regular humans. For a royal descendant to possess red blood, just like her title as a royal princess, was unheard of. Irene's cold countenance still didn't change. Still as indifferent as ever. Confusion was swirling in her head, but she didn't truly care about blood colors. What she cared the most was about the enhancement of her power. The only goal of her life now was to get stronger. "You are a royal descendant." The king said after a few seconds of silence. Probably just like others,
"Do you understand now?" She tilted her head. "I am not as weak as you think I am."There was a kind of look Kairos had never seen before on Irene's face. It was one filled with determination, also indescribably stubborn. He realized that perhaps, he had never understood her at all."Do you really want to know?" The usually cold countenance was painted in complex colors, representing his inner struggle. After he debated with himself for a while, he sighed and fell back to his chair.Meanwhile, Irene waited, already making herself comfortable as she sipped on a drink she had brought. It was Reyes's handiwork. She couldn't wait to check whether she could taste it with her tongue again or not."Alright then, I will tell you. Remember that this is the decision you make yourself." Kairos said after a while. His body shifted, closing the windows and locking the door. For whatever reason she had chosen to hide the truth about her bloodline, it was still unacceptable to lie to the king."That
She reappeared again in the city lord mansion of Blackcourt City. As she walked into the hallway, she could feel the maids’ and guards’ surreptitious eyes whispering to the partner beside them. Her sharp, eagle-like eyes caught their prying eyes, which made them hurriedly lower their head or scurry away in fright.The news was sure very vast, to the point even this remote mansion had received it in less than a day. Irene’s eyes narrowed, finding the clown’s performance boring.She teleported to her study room and took a seat.“My Lord, Stefan Ferner brought news about the banquet. They will hold it tomorrow night.” Rufus suddenly appeared in front of her.She raised her eyebrows. There was quite some information in Rufus’ words. The little vampire man didn’t inform her of such an important matter right away.It should be a banquet specifically set for her to celebrate her awakening. If she failed to a
In the study room, Stelian faced the king. Solemness painted on his face, vaguely had already an inkling of what matters he wanted to talk with him."Sit down." The king motioned to the chair across him. Stelian did as ordered, slowly sitting down. His complexion had been imperceptibly tense, waiting for the king's next words."How is the investigation in the human world?" His eyes weren't on Stelian, but at the rows of words on the document in front of him. He was still taking care of the affairs of the vampire race, doing his responsibility as a capable monarch.Stelian was silent for a moment, his brain worked fast to organize his words. Even he was still guessing the king's intention."If Your Majesty is asking about Irene, her state when I first found her ... she wasn't good." He paused, considering his next words. "Her emotions seemed to be unstable and she was in a state of violence."He hesitated whether to explain further or not. Only in front of the king that he would have
The next day, Irene chanced upon Stelian, who had just returned from the royal study. With squinted eyes, there seemed to be something different about this half-brother of hers.His tone had softened a little bit. Nonetheless, annoyance was still apparent on his face."You should just stay here."Her lips curved, forming a beautiful arch; she rolled her eyes. Her hand raised, and she pretended to care about her black manicured nails. "That's none of your business."Staying in the palace or Blackcourt City, there was nothing different. However, she would still choose Blackcourt City, where there were fewer eyes on her body. After Stefan was stripped of his noble title, those people would certainly think twice about how they should act in her presence.In an instant, his eyes turned disdainful. He turned his body and began to walk toward the exit.Irene frowned. She couldn't just stand here like a lost child, so she couldn't help but walk behind Stelian. Unsatisfied, she widened her ste
More than dozens of wolves surround her, gnashing their teeth and growling. The ferocity was devastating, each swipe of the claws aimed at her heart. They attacked, forming a dense line; jumping, clawing, and biting.The presence of the trees didn’t hinder them; instead, they helped them to move with much more ease. Those wolves would jump at the trees and use the rebound force to fly at her with claws, ready to tear her skin.As expected, this was a trap. These wolves with various fur colors came to assassinate her.Irene didn’t stay idle under such pressure; her feet moved nimbly, using the short-range teleportation to evade each attack and stuck back.Her pale complexion made her seem weak as if a mere soft breeze would sweep her away; however, each movement of her hands and feet was cruel, with no mercy or the slightest hesitation. Every time she grasped the gigantic neck of a wolf, with her seemingly weak strength, its neck would be snapped off a second later.Those wolves had ma
In the past, she had gotten used to acting and playing things according to her way, so there was no need to suppress her temper. Only did she toned it down upon arriving in the Astral Continent. Her cold mask was a part of her guise; the other half was a temperamental one.Seeing the familiar face standing in the doorway, looking cold and displeased at her small figure sitting on a soft chair, Irene didn't put on a pleasing mask. Sneering at him with contempt, she turned the other way.The two forces collided in the air, oppressive and overwhelming and the remaining people could only put an expression of horror, instinctively wanting to escape the scene."Royal Father is waiting for you." Stelian's tone was stern, there was undisguised mockery in his eyes.She continued to ignore him, turning to the maid who had shrunk to the side trying to reduce her presence and ordering her. "Lead the way."The maid was startled, instinctively taking a pee
The vague memories of what was happening when she lost her consciousness came crashing down like torrential waves, each scene so vividly in her head driving her mad. What had she done?The color of the pupils frantically changed to red. The unstable emotion was getting out of control. The man in front of her was startled. His eyes flashed as he advanced toward her. "You… calm down."It was Stelian's face!Listening to him saying such words from his mouth was so disgusting that Irene had the urge to throw up. She couldn't believe she had been in such close proximity to someone who shared the same bloodline as her.As despicable, as disgusting, as detestable, and as loathsome as she was, such a thing had crossed her bottom line. It was beyond all these words, the degree was immeasurable by words."Stay away." She snarled, the red eyes glaring at him with hatred. With difficulty, Irene moved her trembling body, the finger pointing at him, who had stopped moving all of a sudden. "Don't ev
Stelian didn't react much. The footsteps stopped, but he merely glanced at her briefly. Still, with the usual stoic-looking face, he continued to walk away, disappearing in his third step.Irene narrowed her eyes, a vague outline of anger visible in her scrunched face. It was just a test, yet the answer she had gotten nonetheless annoyed her. Of course, Stelian should know who she was talking about as she had a guess that the person must have been slaughtered somewhere recently. Suppressing the fury in her heart, she hastened her footsteps.The entire countenance was cold, and her body radiated oppressiveness as if she was enveloped in frost; whoever touched her was going to turn into a frozen statue. In this state her entire being was alert and in high sensitivity.Briefly, she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, a pair of outlines of people appeared in her range of sight. They were such familiar acquaintances that she couldn't be more familiar w
Willa looked startled, her head snapped at the window, a flash of vigilance in the eyes that made Irene wonder.Irene stood up and approached the window, opening it amidst Willa's watchful eyes. The red, small bird fluttered in the air, then obediently landed on her shoulder, right beside the red rose. With a hint of doubt, she gazed at the little red bird, wondering why it seemed a bit unusual today as if it was intimidated by something. Its red feathers trembled slightly, and the footing on her shoulder was a bit shaky before it finally could stabilize itself."It's my messenger bird." The pleasing voice floated in the air, a hint of reassurance."Ah." Willa let out a small gasp. "Your Highness has a messenger bird?"She nodded in response, rubbing the slightly wet feathers of the red bird, and didn't let the bird spit out the letter in its stomach. The bird was small, its body length was around three fingers, but it had a space power. Quite a rare bird nowadays which didn't origin
The two high, mighty queens who were supposed to be above thousands of people; the most respected queens of the vampire race were doing something she least expected.She found that she had been in a daze a lot lately, most of the time thinking about how to solve her ongoing problems. But now, she discovered that she dazed off because she didn't know how to react.Queen Lamia's moves were very agile. The small pale hands clutched the pot, stirring it gently to create the dough. Queen Izora also busied herself with the stove, melting the chocolate. Seeing them like this, she couldn't just sit idly.Irene stood up, intending to help them. The remaining palace maids were already biting their lips or nails in anxiety, afraid that something would go wrong with the two queens during the cooking process. Even so, they didn't try to stop them, which was quite strange. "Just sit and wait." Queen Lamia saw Irene standing up and reprimanded her. "Don't you believe our cooking skills?""But--" sh
As a royal descendant, she was required to participate in special training. The first class she had that day was archery. People may wonder, why would vampires who possessed innate strength capable of smashing elephants into pieces needed to learn such an inefficient thing.The answer was that, for the preservation of their life. Every single second on the battlefield decided life and death. In case the power within their body was overdrawn, they could only remain to be a sitting duck then. If a vampire could also incorporate their force into the arrows, the result would be even better.Irene was calm as she held the bow in her hand. She had just launched an arrow but was missing the target. Lowering her eyes slightly, the long silky hair covered a part of her face, making her expression unreadable.This ground was available for high-ranking nobles’ descendants as well. Celosia strode forward beside her, the breeze knocking her strand of hair gently.Arrogantly, the daughter of the d
She didn't lose her mind. The incoming claw was severed just as the man's hand was about to slap it away, causing double destruction to the beast's body that its skin hit by the man became ruptured."I can handle it." She lifted her chin. The tone was slightly arrogant. It was unknown what came over her. The second time she saw him, something was blocked inside her chest.Then, a tacit understanding and cooperation came just as naturally. The two people's position gradually changed, becoming closer physically; their backs against each other. The attacks of the beasts were solved easily like they were swatting a bunch of mosquitos.Irene hadn't spoken besides these four words. Nikolas didn't seem like he wanted to talk much either. However, after time passed, she finally opened her mouth and asked. "What are you doing here?"Nikolas raised one of his eyebrows. They didn't stop warding off the incoming attack just because of the start of this small conversation. "It should be just like
The aura around her instantly turned cold, and a pair of eyebrows tightly twisted. After she took a deep breath, the small figure crouched down to check the body on the ground. “Do you know who did it?” “It only appeared today.” He was identified as a male vampire, with a gash on his chest. The huge gaping wound was without a heart. His head missing an eye, and his mouth was bruised; all parts pretty much made his identity unrecognizable from who he was when he was alive. The only indication was the greyish color of the blood, which meant that he was not a commoner. The appearance was so strange that Irene couldn’t help but have doubts. For a moment, she suspected Nikolas did it but immediately shook that notion away. He didn’t seem to be such a person who would kill and not admit it. It wasn’t that she thought he was an honest person, but someone of his stature surely had his own arrogance. Killing and fleeing would shatter his pride, and the dignity of the strong power he possess
"Is this yours?" The deep voice sounded again, awakening her from the sudden shock. Irene's pupils constricted, looking at the man wearing a slightly torn shirt, revealing his toned arm muscle. Instead of giving him a ragged look, it amplified the sense of attractive wildness. "What?" Her hoarse voice sounded, and a frown marred her forehead. This man's face was akin to a Greek sculpture; perfect and fascinating with sharp and prominent features. However, it wasn't enough to make her lose her mind. She vigilantly glanced around, making sure that it wasn't the second assassination. Then, her gaze fell on the thing on his hand, the sight that had sent her into a shock. It was a piece of bloody red meat, and the quantity wasn't small. If she wasn't wrong, it must have been the flesh of the white-furred werewolf earlier. The man motioned to her hand, then to her face. "If it's yours, I will leave it here." He put down the bloody meat and then turned around, walking away. Irene's