Present "Arron, did you research what happened to Maika and where Vienna is now?" Valus asked his assistant. "Sir, according to investigations, Lady Maika was found near the Lycan territory in Santossa. She died of blood loss, most likely from a werewolf attack. Records about her life as a human were carefully hidden by Lady Vienna—as if she never existed," Arron reported. "Where is Vienna? Why did she let Maika suffer?" Valus asked, though deep inside he knew Vienna would never let anyone hurt her daughter. "Lady Vienna died 13 years ago, when Maika turned 18. The mages blamed the girl for Vienna's death and exiled her from Sabrah." A stabbing pain pierced Valus's chest. So that’s it! That’s why Vienna had begged him to let her keep the newborn Maika. She knew that unsealing the spell would cost her life. She simply wanted to be with her daughter until the end. The curse died with the last black magic user. Though the twins were Vienna’s offspring, they never showed signs of sor
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
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 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
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
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
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
--- 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
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