The Search Continues The search continued until a signal appeared in the sky. Carl's team rushed toward the source and found the doula holding a baby boy in her arms. “Where is she?” Carl asked the woman. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she informed him that Aster had sacrificed her last breath to cast a protective spell over her and the baby. Carl returned to the woods where Aster had taken her final breath, searching desperately for her body—but found nothing. Only blood stained the ground. He let out a haunting howl that echoed through the mountains, signaling the king’s loss and a declaration of war against the werewolf clan. After months of mourning, Carl eventually found the strength to move forward, focusing his energy on raising his son—their son. A tap on his car window snapped him back to reality. He looked up and saw his assistant, Sean. Sean entered the car and handed him a folder. “Who is this?” Carl asked, scanning the photo of an unfamiliar face. “My lord, that
On the outskirts of A Country, there lies a place called Misty Town—named after the constant gloomy atmosphere that blankets the region like a shroud of clouds. The town has a population of fewer than 20,000 people, and because of that, everyone knows one another and can easily distinguish between residents and visitors. Misty Town is a popular tourist destination in A Country, known for skiing and mountain climbing. However, all the locals know the real secret: this is where the vampire coven resides. The vampire chateau sits on the highest hill in the village. The villagers and the vampires have coexisted peacefully for a thousand years under one condition: the vampires would protect the village from avalanches—which occur almost every other day—and any outside threats. In return, the villagers provide blood bags and animals for the vampires to feed on. Over time, the vampires adapted to a human-like diet. They learned to consume regular meals like humans and only used animal b
In A Country "Tell me everything that happened while we were in hibernation," commanded Valus, the leader of the vampires, to Arron Marcus—the head of the Marcus family, the legendary butler clan of the coven. "Sir, in terms of the company, we’re still at the top, followed by the Landon family from Santossa in C Country. They’ve been our greatest competitor for the past 25 years," replied Arron, handing over folders filled with compiled data. "Hmm… so the Lycans are rising again, huh? Interesting. Is Merca still their leader?" "No, sir. Merca retired long ago. The pack is now headed by her nephew, Carl Landon. He’s considered a genius in everything he does. Recently, he even destroyed the Werewolves' Covenant." "Tell me everything you know about him," Valus said, a flicker of concern in his voice. He felt threatened by this rising star among the Lycans. Valus was deeply worried about the future leadership of their company and the coven. His son, Malko, was a carefree, happy-go-lu
Long ago, in the City of Franza in A Country Franza was a city where the sons and daughters of the prominent and wealthy came to study. Vienna, a young doctor and sorceress, arrived in the city to study at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, known for its specialization in Natural Medicine. Upon her arrival, she immediately enrolled in her university of choice, then went out to search for a suitable apartment. She finally found a fully furnished unit just a 15-minute drive from the university. After unpacking her belongings, she decided to explore the neighborhood. Using her sorcerer’s senses, Vienna quickly identified her 30 neighbors—most of them humans, with two vampires and one Lycan among them. But this wasn’t unusual in Franza. It was a city built on the foundation of peace, where races coexisted under strict laws that prohibited conflict. Here, education was offered to all, regardless of race. Later that day, Vienna drove to the grocery store to stock he
Days passed at the university. Vienna had made friends and had grown accustomed to her new environment. What continued to trouble her, however, was her frequent encounters with the two vampire neighbors—especially Valus. She always tried her best to avoid them, but Valus turned out to be her greatest academic competitor. No one had warned her that Valus was incredibly intelligent, even though this wasn’t his major. According to her classmates, he had completed a degree in business and majored in management. He was only studying medicine now because his family had required it. Vienna saw him as a rival. In her homeland, no one could match her intelligence—except her older sister, Vantessa. Today, grades were released. Vienna topped the class, with Valus coming in second. She felt like she was on cloud nine, proud to have outperformed the vampire genius. After class, she stayed behind to finish some case studies. As she worked, Valus suddenly stood in front of her—and without warni
Days passed, and they were now in their final year at the university. A party was organized, and all students were required to attend. Vienna went shopping for the event with her human friends, Corrine and Alona. Corrine was the daughter of a billionaire shipping magnate, while Alona belonged to the British monarchy. After choosing their dresses, they went to a bar to relax. It was the first time Vienna had ever tasted alcohol. As the three women chatted, someone from another table caught Alona’s attention. “Guess who I just saw,” Alona said, giggling. “Who?” asked Corrine. “The handsome Valus is here. He’s with my cousin Brad,” Alona replied. Upon hearing that name, Vienna looked around and saw Valus staring in their direction. Their eyes met briefly before Vienna quickly looked away. He was sitting at the table next to theirs with his friends. Alona waved at Brad, who walked over. “Want to join us, cousin? Introduce your friends too,” Brad asked, glancing at Vienna. “Aw,
Graduation was only three months away. Vienna looked forward to it—not because of the ceremony, but because it meant she could finally return to Sabrah, her hometown. The thought comforted her. She wouldn’t have to cross paths with Valus ever again. Strangely, she noticed Valus had stopped trying to talk to her. He no longer waited at her door. Soon, rumors began spreading like wildfire: Valus and Merrine were in a relationship. Merrine, another vampire enrolled in the business course, was considered a perfect match for Valus. She was beautiful, noble, and powerful—everything Vienna wasn’t. The first time Vienna heard the rumor, a sharp pain stabbed her chest. It was so intense, even breathing became difficult. That was the moment she realized the truth—she was in love with Valus. All the fear and nervousness she felt around him were just her way of denying her feelings. But now, it was useless. He belonged to someone else. Heartbroken, Vienna skipped school for two days, informi
As Vienna opened her eyes after the operation, tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't control her emotions at that moment. Her heart felt suffocated, as if it were being slashed from the inside. The unending guilt she felt overwhelmed her, leaving her in a deep depression. For now, no one could suppress the pain she was experiencing. She cried and cried until the doctor administered a sedative to calm her, causing her to drift back to sleep. Vanessa left the room with a heavy heart. Seeing her daughter like that broke her heart. Vienna had never cried before. She was always tough, stronger than her older sister, Vantessa. From childhood, she had been trained to become the next ruler of their clan. But when she reached adulthood, a chilling truth was discovered—Vienna could perform black magic, which she inherited from her father. Black magic users in their clan were different depending on their gender. For males, they could only perform limited black magic spells, but they were
The winding path to the forest’s heart was quiet, save for the crunch of Maika’s boots against fallen leaves. The guide walked a few paces behind, letting her take the lead. They had crossed three territories, passed hidden glyph wards, and descended a slope of sunken roots just to reach this place—a grove surrounded by weeping trees and silence thick as ash. Maika halted before a modest stone cottage nestled beneath a bowed elm. Its roof was moss-covered, windows glowing with the amber hue of a crackling fire. Her breath caught. It was familiar. Faint, but like a lullaby once whispered in a cradle long forgotten. “This is where she lives?” Maika asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She stepped forward and raised her hand to knock. Before her knuckles reached the wood, the door swung open. A woman stood there, still the same in her dream, but with eyes that glowed like molten gold—eyes that had once seen Maika’s human breath in this world. Her arms trembled at her sides,
The early morning mist curled like ghostly fingers around the stone pathways of the hidden mountain estate—Carl’s second stronghold. Cloaked in secrecy and enchanted to repel outsiders, it was the only place where Maika could safely meet Cane, his brother and the elusive Lycan scientist known for his work in memory manipulation. Carl stood at the estate’s gates, arms crossed, waiting. Maika stepped out of the car, her long coat fluttering behind her. Her eyes met his with cautious determination. “Is he here?” Carl nodded. “Inside. But Maika... this isn’t without risk.” “I’m not afraid of the truth anymore,” she said, brushing past him. He watched her stride forward, shoulders squared, unaware that her courage carved open wounds in his heart. She was stronger than she knew. And he—he was terrified of what she would remember. Inside the manor, a laboratory hummed with arcane energy and sterile lights. Cane, tall, handsome and with calculating eyes, was bent over a crystal-cod
--- The Wedding of Malko Moonlight cascaded upon the towering spires of the ancient castle, bathing the landscape in a silvery glow. Within its grand halls, an unprecedented gathering of elites took place—Vampires, Lycans, and Witches stood side by side, once rivals, now witnesses to history in the making. Tonight marked the union of Prince Malko, heir of the Vampire Kingdom, and Anne, his chosen bride. The grand hall glittered with opulence. Candelabras dripped golden light from vaulted ceilings, and crystal chandeliers reflected the eerie glow of the moon through stained glass windows. Rich velvet banners lined the walls, bearing the ancient sigils of the vampire clans. At the altar stood Lord Valus, Malko’s father, his expression composed yet unreadable, a subtle warmth in his eyes. > “Dearly beloved, we gather under moon and magic to celebrate the eternal bond between Malko and Anne,” he declared. Malko stood tall, dressed in obsidian velvet, the silver embroidery on his col
To my ever-loving father, Dad, I know by now you're desperately searching for me. Yes, I was kidnapped, and my vampire abilities have been suppressed—but please, don’t worry. I’m okay. In fact, I see this as a blessing in disguise. I’ve begun to remember pieces of myself that I had long forgotten. I’m rediscovering who I truly am. For the first time in a long time, I feel alive again. I know this isn’t what you expected. I’m not ready for the wedding. I need more time—time to heal, to grow, and to find clarity. Please understand. I promise I will return when I am ready. Until then, trust me. I love you always. – Maika --- Valus stared at the letter, the parchment trembling slightly in his hands. He sniffed the trace of blood smeared on the seal—her blood—and closed his eyes, letting the scent reassure him. It’s Maika. It’s really her. He exhaled deeply, the weight of uncertainty lifting—only slightly. He ran a thumb across her familiar handwriting. Every curve of her letters b
EXT. SECRET ISLAND – BEACH – DAY While Maika was lost in her thoughts, watching the gentle waves lap at the shore, Carl stood from a distance, hidden behind the trees. His amber eyes were locked on her. His heart raced. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Her pale skin glowed under the golden sunlight, and her long, dark hair blew softly in the breeze. Carl's own dark fur and rugged features were a stark contrast to her ethereal elegance. But he didn’t care. He couldn’t look away. Maika was a vampire. He was a lycan. Their species had been at war for centuries. But none of that mattered to him now. She was everything he’d ever wanted—beautiful, strong, mysterious. He knew he should stay away. That getting close to her could bring danger—not only to himself but to his son. But something deeper pulled at him, something primal and undeniable. Just then, a small voice tugged at his attention. "Daddy, who is that?" asked Caveen, his son, pulling gently at Carl's coa
INT. LUXURIOUS BALLROOM – NIGHT The opulent ballroom glows under soft, golden light. Crystal chandeliers shimmer overhead as a haunting melody drifts from a string quartet in the corner. The elite community of vampires, adorned in extravagant gowns and impeccably tailored suits, engage in animated conversation and laughter. Their elegance masks the undercurrent of tension brewing beneath the surface. At the center of it all stands Lady Merinne, a powerful vampire matriarch. Her piercing eyes scan the room, her expression a mixture of concern and simmering frustration. Across the ballroom, Lady Anne approaches Lord Valus, a distinguished vampire king whose very presence commands attention. She leans in close, her voice low and urgent. "My lord, have you heard? Maika, the princess, has disappeared. There’s no trace of her anywhere." Lord Valus’ expression tightens with shock. His eyes sweep the room as he notices whispers spreading like wildfire, the mood shifting from merriment to
The entire elite community had been informed about the highly anticipated engagement of Maika and Valco. The news spread swiftly, reaching even the hidden corners of the supernatural world—including Carl. The moment Carl heard the announcement, a wave of pressure crashed over him. Time was slipping through his fingers. He had to awaken Maika’s memories before it was too late. She needed to remember who she truly was... and that their son, Cavene, was still waiting—longing—for her return. Desperation clung to Carl like a second skin. Left with no other choice, he devised a risky plan and gave secret orders to his most loyal lycans. They were to act discreetly, leaving no trace behind. --- A few days later... Overwhelmed by endless meetings, business affairs, and the looming engagement preparations, Maika felt mentally drained. The weight of it all pressed on her shoulders. She needed a break. That morning, she told Anne, her ever-reliable assistant, that she needed to step away fr
Carl and Caveen's Reunion "Daddy!" Caveen’s voice echoed as he ran into Carl’s arms. It had been a month since Carl had last seen his son, and the reunion was nothing short of heartwarming. Carl smiled widely as he lifted Caveen up into his arms, cradling him close. "How’s my little boy? Did you manage to make your uncles and aunts mad again?" he teased, carrying him toward the old mansion’s entrance. "No, Daddy," Caveen replied cheerfully, his small arms wrapped around Carl's neck. "I obeyed and listened to them." The boy’s innocent smile was a mirror image of Aster’s—Carl’s heart skipped a beat. His son was the spitting image of his mother. The resemblance was striking, the same sparkling eyes, the same joy-filled grin. Carl felt the weight of the past, memories of Aster flooding back—memories that both haunted and warmed him. He couldn’t let go, not when the mystery surrounding her continued to unravel. He needed to dig deeper into Aster’s past, to understand more, and perhaps M
The Introduction of the Twins The grand introduction of twins Maika and Malko into the Elites' world was an event that captivated audiences across cities and borders. As children born into the prestigious Vellaria Royal Vampire family, expectations for their future were sky-high. The ceremony was held at an opulent venue in the heart of A Country’s capital, shimmering with ancient charm and futuristic elegance. It drew an impressive crowd—nobles, entrepreneurs, dignitaries, and powerbrokers from various elite circles. The event opened with a speech from their parents, Lord Valus and Lady Merrine. Standing before the grand assembly, they spoke of their journey as leaders—of trials endured, victories won, and the vision they had for their heirs. Valus’s voice was firm, yet carried an undertone of pride. Merrine, graceful and poised, emphasized the values they had instilled in their children: discipline, courage, compassion, and an unwavering sense of duty to their people. When the tim