CHAPTER 1
The grand doors of Everstone Mansion slammed shut behind Elias with a deafening sound. He stumbled down the stone steps, heart hammering so hard he thought it might break through his ribs.
It was betrayal.
It was shame.
It was fear.
"You have no place here," Lord Everstone had spat at him minutes ago, his eyes gleaming with disgust.
"You filthy little whore."
Elias could still taste Tristan on his lips—sweet, desperate, forbidden. And he could still hear Tristan’s voice, trembling and terrified, as he shoved Elias away in front of everyone.
"I didn't want it! He forced me!"
Lies.
Every word a dagger straight into Elias’s gut.
He wrapped his arms around himself, forcing his legs to move down the driveway. His boots crunched against the gravel. His hands trembled. His throat was raw from the words he couldn't scream.
He hadn’t forced Tristan.
They had kissed because Tristan had wanted it—begged for it in the shadows of the east garden. Elias had trusted him. Trusted that maybe, for once, he could have something beautiful. Something real.
Stupid. So, so stupid.
Behind him, the heavy gates creaked open.
"Oi!" a rough voice barked. "There he is!"
Elias glanced over his shoulder—and his blood froze.
Three guards were charging after him. Their armor clanked with every step. Torches blazed in their hands, lighting their twisted faces. Not just anger there. Not just the thrill of the chase.
Something worse.
Panic exploded in Elias’s chest. He bolted, feet slipping on the icy road as he veered into the trees. The branches clawed at his face, tore at his clothes. His lungs burned with every desperate gasp.
"Run, faggot!" one of them hollered, laughter cruel and sharp.
"You think you can dirty up a fine heir like Tristan and walk away?"
Elias didn’t answer. His voice had abandoned him, just like everything else.
Another voice snarled closer behind him. "Disgusting little shit. Bet that pretty mouth of yours would be real useful."
"And that tight little hole," another jeered. "We oughta put it to better use before gutting him."
Their words twisted in Elias’s ears, bile rising in his throat. He pushed harder, sprinting through the darkness, slipping and catching himself, every muscle screaming for rest.
He couldn't stop.
He wouldn't.
If they caught him, death would be a mercy.
"Where you gonna run, huh?" a voice mocked, closer now.
"You ain't got nobody now. No Everstones. No home. Just a dirty little whore in the woods."
Tears blurred Elias’s vision, but he refused to let them fall. Not for them. Not for anyone.
He stumbled into a clearing, breathless, heart tearing itself apart.
And for a moment, he collapsed to his knees.
"What did I do wrong?" he whispered, voice cracking.
"I just... I just wanted to be loved."
Boots thundered behind him.
He surged up and kept running.
Branches whipped across his face, stinging his cheeks. His legs burned with exhaustion, every step a war.
"You can run, pretty boy," a voice called, almost sing-song, "but we will find you."
"And when we do..." Another one laughed, low and ugly. "You're gonna wish you stayed at Everstone."
Elias’s foot caught on a root and he pitched forward, landing hard on his hands and knees. Sharp rocks cut into his palms. Pain flashed white-hot, but he scrambled upright anyway, a wounded animal running from the slaughter.
In the distance—lights. A village maybe. Or salvation. He didn’t know. Didn’t care.
He just needed to get away.
"Please," he begged under his breath.
"Please, gods, just let me live."
The guards’ voices grew fainter behind him, but he knew they weren’t giving up. They would hunt him like dogs until they were sure he was dead—or worse.
He stumbled into the edge of the woods, where the trees thinned and the shadows stretched long and skeletal across the road.
His body screamed for rest. Blood trickled down his arms. His breath came in ragged sobs.
Elias stumbled forward, gasping, every step an agony.
And then—
A low growl rumbled through the night.
He froze.
From the shadows ahead, a figure emerged—tall, dressed in black, moving with the kind of predatory grace that made the hair on Elias’s neck stand up.
He blinked, dazed, trying to focus.
The man was beautiful in a way that felt unnatural. Sharp. Deadly. His hair as dark as the night around him, his eyes glinting crimson for the briefest second before settling into a piercing silver.
And behind Elias—
The guards burst from the trees, shouting.
"There he is!"
Elias barely turned when one of them grabbed him by the collar and yanked him backward.
"Thought you could run forever, you little slut?"
"Let go of me!" Elias rasped, struggling weakly.
The man in black—whoever, whatever he was—watched them without moving. His head tilted slightly, almost curious.
"Get your filthy hands off me," Elias snarled, even as his body betrayed him, shaking violently.
The guards laughed.
"You gonna cry, whore?" one sneered, drawing a blade. "Maybe we should have some fun first—"
He didn't finish the sentence.
In a blur of movement, faster than Elias’s eyes could track, the dark man was upon them.
There was a sickening crack as one guard’s neck snapped sideways, his body crumpling to the ground without a sound.
Another guard swung his sword.
The man caught it barehanded.
The metal shrieked against his skin—and then he crushed the blade as if it were nothing more than paper.
The guard screamed, but it was cut short when the man drove his fist straight through the armor into his chest. Bone crunched. Blood splattered across the grass.
The third tried to run.
Tried.
The stranger blurred again, catching him by the back of the neck and slamming him into a tree so hard the bark exploded outward.
Silence fell.
Elias stood trembling, staring at the carnage. His breath came in sharp, shallow pants.
The man turned to him slowly, his hands dripping crimson.
Elias stumbled back instinctively.
"Who—who are you?" he gasped, his voice breaking.
The stranger’s lips curved into something that might have been a smile. It wasn’t kind.
"Not who," he said, voice low and rich. "What."
Elias swallowed hard, every instinct screaming at him to run. But his legs wouldn’t move.
"What are you?" he whispered, voice hoarse.
The man stepped closer.
The silver of his eyes glowed faintly in the darkness.
"A vampire," he said simply.
The world tilted sideways.
A vampire.
Those were stories, weren’t they? Nightmares whispered to frighten children.
Not real.
Not standing in front of him, drenched in the blood of the men who had tried to killhim.
Elias’s vision blurred.
His knees buckled.
The last thing he saw before darkness swallowed him was the vampire’s hand reaching out.
And then the world disappeared.
CHAPTER 2Lucian had felt it—a searing, sudden pain that tore through his chest like claws. Not physical, not even psychic. Just… wrong. Something was wrong. He couldn’t explain it, couldn’t ignore it.He left without a word, slipping into the night. The city blurred past him as he followed the pulse—something in his bones guiding him. It led him to a goddamn alley.And that’s when he saw them.Three men.One boy.They surrounded him like jackals, knives glinting in the dim light, laughter sharp and cruel. The scent of Elias’s fear hit him first—raw, bitter, and far too familiar.Lucian didn’t remember moving.One heartbeat they were standing, jeering.The next—ripped apart. Torn to pieces. Screams cut short. Blood painted the concrete like art.Lucian stood amidst the wreckage, chest heaving. His hands were drenched in crimson. It dripped from his knuckles, slid down his wrist. His heart was still hammering, not from the kill—but from what nearly happened.To him.Elias.The boy stood
CHAPTER 3Elias woke with a start, heart pounding. The room was dim, the fire in the hearth reduced to glowing embers. He remembered the blood, the silver-eyed man—Lucian. And now…he was alone.Good. He needed to leave.He threw off the heavy blanket covering him, shivering as the cold bit into his skin. Every muscle protested, but he stumbled to his feet, stubbornness pushing him onward. He wasn’t going to stay with a murderer, even if he’d been the one saved.Quietly, he padded toward the door. It creaked as he opened it, but the dark hallway beyond was empty. Holding his breath, he crept forward, each step careful, deliberate.The front door came into view.Almost there."Where the hell do you think you're going?" Lucian’s voice cracked like a whip through the silence.Elias flinched violently, spinning around. Lucian stood in the shadows, arms crossed, silver eyes burning."Away from you!" Elias snapped, hating how his voice shook. "I'd rather take my chances with the monsters in t
CHAPTER 4"Zah’reth nujta, veth riel."Deep, echoing, in a language older than the stars."Zah’reth nujta, veth riel!"The voice again—louder, harsher. A command. A curse.Lucian stood in the middle of a blackened field, the sky above him cracked with veins of red lightning. Smoke curled from the ground, thick and acrid, tasting of blood and ashes. The air pulsed with unseen power—heavy, suffocating.Figures moved around him, cloaked in tattered robes, their faces hidden. They spoke rapidly, each word dripping like venom."Velan thros di’akar. Shira veth sul!”Their chants twisted the very air, making it hum and ripple.Lucian’s heart thundered against his ribs. His fingers twitched by his side, aching for a weapon he did not remember holding.In front of him, Elias knelt—but it wasn’t Elias, not truly.This version of him was clothed in something strange—elegant, ceremonial, stained dark at the edges with what could only be blood.His eyes—those damnable, unforgettable eyes—shone wit
CHAPTER 5Lord Everstone stood at the head of the grand dining table, his palms flat against the polished wood, knuckles white with rage."What do you mean, he has powers?" he snarled, his voice low but deadly.Across from him, a cloaked figure stood calmly, the firelight casting deep shadows over his face. His voice was steady, almost eerily calm."Elias is not what he appears to be. His blood is old. Powerful. He carries within him magic that predates even your House."A crack of lightning split the sky outside, illuminating Lady Everstone where she sat, pale and rigid, her hands trembling slightly in her lap.Lord Everstone’s glare was murderous. He turned on Tristan, who stood by the door, eyes wide and face pale."You worthless, spineless brat!" Lord Everstone roared.Before Tristan could react, Lord Everstone’s hand whipped across his face with a brutal crack. Tristan stumbled backward, one hand flying to his burning cheek."Father…" he croaked, but the word died in his throat un
The fork whistled through the air, striking the wall with a vicious thunk an inch from Tristan's head.Tristan let out a high, startled cry, flinching so hard he nearly toppled from his chair.Lucian's voice followed, low and disdainful."Watch your tongue, before I tear it from your skull."Tristan coughed, red-faced, smoothing back his hair with a shaking hand."Temper, temper," he wheezed. "We're all friends here, aren't we?"Lucian said nothing. His eyes — cold, crimson, and pitiless — pinned Tristan like a specimen.At the head of the long, dark table sat Lord Sebastian Everstone, Tristan’s father — his posture rigid, his hands neatly folded atop the polished mahogany as though he were attending a church service, not a meeting soaked in thinly veiled bloodlust."Enough childishness," Lord Everstone said, his tone crisp, historical — the voice of ancient nobility, polished sharp over centuries."We are not here to bicker. We are here to retrieve what is ours."Lucian tilted his hea
CHAPTER 7Elias lay in bed, his body still heavy with exhaustion. His mind, however, refused to quiet.Lucian.His touch. His voice. The way he looked at him, like Elias was something forbidden yet irresistible.Why wasn’t he scared of him?He should be. He should be terrified. Lucian wasn’t human—he was a predator, a creature that fed on blood, and yet… Elias felt no fear. Instead, there was a gnawing curiosity, a pull that made his stomach twist in ways he didn’t understand.I’m not afraid of him at all, Elias thought drowsily, his heavy eyelids finally slipping shut.The next time he woke, the room was bathed in the golden hues of late afternoon. His limbs were still sore, but the dizziness had faded.Beside the bed, a tray of food sat waiting for him.Elias hesitated for a moment, staring at the neatly arranged plate. Did Lucian leave this?He swallowed, pushing the thought aside before hunger won over. He picked up the silverware and began eating, though each bite felt like a dis
The Hall of Ascendancy shimmered with light not born of sun nor flame.Thousands of delicate bulbs — small, crystalline vessels — floated in perfect rows, suspended midair, each pulsing gently with contained power.At the center of the hall, a long table of molten gold stretched endlessly, where the Elders of the Heavenlies sat, cloaked in robes of silver and blue.A younger scribe, barely more than a fledgling, moved down the rows, counting carefully under his breath."One thousand, three hundred, and thirty-seven..." he murmured, brow furrowed, his fingers glowing faintly as he tallied.He reached the end of the final row and froze.A space — a single, perfect space — sat empty among the bulbs.His heart nearly stopped."Elder Samael," he called, his voice shaking, "something is... amiss."Across the hall, Samael rose from his seat, his face unreadable."What is it?" he demanded, already moving with frightening speed.The scribe bowed low, pointing with a trembling hand."One is miss
Gabriel stepped into the room, his boots silent against the stone floor. The air was heavy—thick with something metallic and sour—and it made his stomach tighten. His gaze landed on the bed immediately.Elias lay there, pale and sweating, his chest heaving in shallow, ragged breaths.Lucian was standing beside him, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his face carved in stone."You said it was urgent," Gabriel said, voice low."It is." Lucian didn’t look away from Elias. "He's burning up. Fever hit out of nowhere. No wounds, no visible injuries. Nothing explains it."Gabriel took a step closer, nostrils flaring slightly. "Poison?""We thought so. It's not. I've tried everything." Lucian's jaw clenched. "And it’s getting worse."Gabriel moved to the edge of the bed, studying Elias with a critical eye. The boy flinched in his sleep, a broken whimper escaping his lips. Gabriel’s frown deepened."His scent..." Gabriel murmured.Lucian's gaze sharpened. "What about it?""It’s wrong." Gabrie
CHAPTER 60The wind was still howling when Kai opened the portal.It shimmered in the air like torn glass, the center pulsing with silver light. None of them spoke. The night—the celebration, the laughter, the peace—was gone.Ruined.Elias stood close to Lucian, casting glances at him every few seconds as if expecting him to disappear. The older vampire walked slower than usual, but his face was unreadable. Blank.He didn’t flinch as they all stepped through.The mansion swallowed them in familiar silence. The warmth of the wards felt suffocating now, too clean, too bright after everything they’d witnessed. Kai closed the portal behind them, and the noise from the outside world vanished entirely.Dorian ran a hand through his silver hair. “Well. That was a shitshow.”Lucian didn't reply. He was already heading toward the staircase.Elias followed him without a word.Kai gave Dorian a look but didn’t stop them.*****Lucian sat on the edge of his bed, his jacket peeled off and discarde
CHAPTER 59For a moment, the world held its breath.Lucian’s aura burned, cold fire crackling around him, blue and silver, ancient and furious. The kind of energy that made blood freeze and bone shiver. Even the shadows around them recoiled from it. He wasn’t just a vampire—he was something far older, something ascendant.But before anyone could move, Elias’s body lurched.His eyes rolled back, and a different voice came out of his mouth—not Elias’s, not even Thal’rean’s.It was Azazel.Low. Commanding. Otherworldly.“Enough. Bow.”The power in that word shattered the tension like glass.The Shadowborn froze, mid-step, their glowing eyes flickering uncertainly. Then—one by one—they dropped to their knees, faces bowed to the dirt.Luca stepped back, eyes wide. “What—?”Azazel, still in Elias’s body, tilted his head, dark eyes narrowing on the creatures. “I said bow. Obey.”And they did.Like whipped dogs, they pressed their grotesque forms into the earth, trembling before him.Azazel t
CHAPTER 58Lucian’s world tilted.He barely registered Elias gasping, or Kai inching forward with glowing hands. All he could see was him.Luca.His twin.Dead.Gone.Buried.“This isn’t real,” Lucian whispered, taking a step forward. “I watched you die. I saw your body—your blood—your empty fucking eyes.”Luca tilted his head, mockingly sympathetic. “I know. Wasn’t it tragic?”Lucian’s fists clenched. “You’re not him. You can’t be him.”“But I am,” Luca said, voice dipped in honey and venom. “Want proof? Remember that time we switched places for a week and not even Mother noticed? Or the scar you gave me—here—” he reached behind his left ear, brushing aside dark strands of hair “—after I snuck into the cellar and broke your favorite blade?”Lucian staggered back a step.No one else would know that.Only Luca.Elias looked between them, throat tight. The knife wasn’t at his neck anymore, but Luca still held him close, like a trophy he hadn't decided to destroy yet.Dorian’s voice was
CHAPTER 57The moment they stepped into the mansion, it felt like the air shifted.Elias didn’t say a word as he walked through the arched doorway. His steps were slower than usual, heavy with the weight of everything that had unfolded—powers awakened, secrets unearthed, and the unsettling truth that something darker was beginning to stir. The air inside was cooler, the scent of lavender oil and aged parchment wrapping around him like a familiar cloak.Dorian was the last to enter, his expression unreadable as he shut the door behind them. The place was his—his sanctuary, his home—but even it felt different now, as though touched by everything that had followed them inside.“Feels weird coming back here,” Kai muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.Dorian said nothing, but his gaze swept the hall like he was assessing it with new eyes.Just as Elias was about to head toward the stairs, footsteps echoed down the hallway. Martha, one of the longtime housekeepers, emerged from the shadow
CHAPTER 56The Hall of Ascendancy, once a sanctuary of harmony, now roared with divine fury.Samael’s voice cracked like thunder against the golden walls. “Who put Tzareth in that bulb?”The young scribe, barely out of his initiation rites, stood trembling beneath the weight of a thousand eyes. His robes, once pristine, clung to him in sweat-damp folds as he stammered, “I-I don’t know, Elder Samael. The records— They say it was sealed in Vault Four—”“Vault Four,” Zevran snarled, rising to his feet with a growl. “Tzareth was never meant to be in a prophecy vessel! You imbecile!”“Zevran,” Seraphiel snapped, his calm cracking, “it was not the scribe who sealed the bulb. You know this. None of us thought the vault would be compromised.”“We? Or you?” Zevran’s eyes blazed. “Your division was responsible for the Bulb Registry during that century!”“Enough!” Samael slammed his hand against the molten table. The impact sent ripples through the air, disturbing several of the remaining bulbs
CHAPTER 55Elias sat cross-legged on the ceremonial platform, wrapped in a thick, rune-stitched blanket. His hands still trembled, his fingers occasionally twitching like they remembered what it felt like to tear through a friend’s chest. Lucian had stepped out briefly, promising to be nearby. He hadn’t said much—just that he was proud of him, that he wasn’t alone. That… had been enough to keep Elias anchored for the past ten minutes.The chamber door creaked open.Gabriel strode in first, followed by Dorian and Kai. The air shifted slightly as the wards recognized their presence, humming faintly around the room’s perimeter.Elias looked up, brow furrowed. “Did the Oracle say anything else?”“Yeah,” Gabriel answered, holding a small case made of obsidian and bone. “She said we have to destroy the bulb now, before any trace of Tzareth seeps back into your essence.”“I can still feel him,” Elias admitted quietly. “A pressure behind my ribs. Like he’s pacing.”Dorian came to his side, kn
CHAPTER 54The flames in Isadora’s sanctum crackled blue and green, unnatural and hungry. Shadows curled in the corners of the room, drawn to the sudden spike in her magic. The candles flared in warning—an ancient alert embedded in her warded floor.She froze mid-incantation.Her head snapped toward the eastern scrying mirror, where light bled unnaturally across the surface. The glass vibrated, then cracked faintly at the edges. And then… she felt it.A ripple. A tear. A surge of power that did not belong.Her eyes blazed with violet rage.“No,” she whispered. “No, not now. Not yet—damn that boy.”Her hand swept across the mirror, muttering in a fast, old tongue. The image coalesced—brief flashes from the Oracle’s temple. She saw the bindings, the glowing bulb… and Elias lying unconscious, his body marked with glowing aftershocks of a soul-rending force.“Fools!” she hissed, the word snapping through the room like a whip. “They sealed him?!”The fury came hot and wild, her fingernails
CHAPTER 53Three days later, the room was dimly lit with enchanted wards layered across every wall. Runic spells shimmered faintly on the floor and ceiling, forming a cage of safety and silence. Elias lay in the middle of a velvet-draped bed, unconscious still, his skin pallid, breath uneven.Gabriel stood beside him, watching.Lucian entered quietly, carrying the sealed bulb in a box made of warded ironwood. “It’s still twitching,” he muttered.“I know,” Gabriel said, rubbing his temple. “He’s not fully unconscious. He’s caught somewhere between… dreams and memory.”A beat passed.Lucian tilted his head. “And the voices?”“They’re still in there.”As if summoned, Elias stirred.His eyes fluttered open—and immediately, tension rippled across his body. His gaze darted across the room, frantic. His lips parted—“Luc—” but the word fractured, and two voices echoed behind it.“—ian…”Gabriel stepped forward. “Easy. Elias, listen to me—look at me.”Elias blinked, confusion layering over fea
CHAPTER 52The wind had stopped screaming, but the silence was worse.Ash drifted in the air, glowing faintly from the smoldering lines of the cracked ritual circle Elias had unknowingly activated. Dorian sat on the scorched ground, cradling Elias' unconscious body, his trembling hands cupped around Elias’s cheeks, fingers splayed like he could shield him from the world by sheer force of will.Lucian stood a few paces away, his shirt torn and soaked in blood—his own blood—from where Elias had thrown him with unnatural force. The wound had already healed.Elias had looked at him with eyes of three different colors.Gabriel knelt at the edge of the ruined circle, lips tight, gaze fierce with calculation. Kai and Lucian finally moved closer, standing at his sides.Dorian whispered, “His body can’t take much more of this.”Gabriel looked up at them, eyes flashing.“We need to talk. All of us.”“No shit,” Lucian said hoarsely. “I believe someone aligned the circumstances of his existence