Crimson Legacy
The gods abandoned the world. The entity they once sealed is stirring. The factions—vampires, werewolves, wraiths, skinwalkers, and more—are at war, each seeking power to reshape existence itself.
Palmer, a noble vampire sworn to protect the Montgomery bloodline, thought he understood his purpose. But when a deadly conspiracy unravels, he learns the horrifying truth—he is not just a guardian, but a key to something far greater. Born of both holy and unholy blood, his very existence is an anomaly, an abomination feared by both gods and monsters alike.
Meanwhile, Damien Montgomery, heir to one of the last remaining Guardian families, is being hunted. A relic long thought lost—the Black Orb—has resurfaced in his hands, marking him as a target for every supernatural faction. Manipulated by unseen forces, haunted by whispers of power, he teeters on the edge of becoming something unstoppable... or something monstrous.
As ancient evils awaken and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Palmer must face his own origins, protect the ones he swore to serve, and uncover the truth before the world is consumed in blood and chaos.
But fate is cruel. And power demands sacrifice.
Will they survive the coming war, or will they be the catalysts that bring about the end?
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Chapter: Chapter 15:The temple was a monument of forgotten horrors. Its towering stone pillars were etched with cryptic runes, faded from centuries of blood and decay. Cracks veined the cold dark walls and faint whispers seemed to seep from them, like echoes of souls long devoured . The air was thick, saturated with the metallic scent of dried blood and the faint, sickly sweetness of rot. Shadows stretched unnaturally long into the darkness. At the heart of this decaying sanctum, sat a throne--not carved from stone, but forged from the bones of countless victims, twisted together with iron and gold. Upon it's lounged a silhouette with long, dark cascaded hair like black silk, stained at the ends with fresh blood. Crimson eyes, glowing with the intricate pattern of noble lineage--the same haunting design etched into Palmer's gaze on the day of the werewolf attack -- pierced through the gloom. She was devouring the remains of a lifeless body, drained of blood, it's skin pale and shriveled like parchment
Last Updated: 2025-03-01
Chapter: Chapter 14Back in the room, she slid it on Edward's desk. "Here, Ed, the orb. I'll go pack now." His eyes gleamed with an unsettling eagerness as he took it. Elizabeth pretended to pack, her back to him, and asked, "Hey Ed, how's Andrea? Is she improving?" He hesitated. "Y-yeah, yes she is. You should see her smiling." Elizabeth's heart sank as she bit her lips. Their daughter suffered from a neurodegenerative disease, incurable and relentless. Edward visited her at the hospital daily, never missing a day. This hesitation, lack of knowledge, confirmed her worst fears. She stood up and faced him as she drew a sword shimmering with holy aura. "Where is my Edward?" She demanded, tears and resentment brimming in her eyes. "Who the hell are you?"Meanwhile…Walter paced, his heart pounding in his chest. His instincts screamed that something was wrong—terribly wrong. Clutching his phone with trembling fingers, Walter dialed the private line reserved for contacting the Church’s Elders. The line c
Last Updated: 2025-02-28
Chapter: Chapter 13:The night was thick with tension, the city lights blurring into streaks of white and amber against the dark. Inside the dimly lit limousine, Edward Ashworth-or the skinwalker that wore his body sat stiffly, his face pale under the flickering glow of the passing streetlights. The skinwalker's thoughts raced. "We miscalculated. We didn't expect a noble vampire there... Completely changes everything about the plan. What do I tell them?" His fists clenched on his knees, a thin sheen of sweat glistened on his brow "Are you alright, sir?" the driver, Walter, asked, stealing a glance through the rearview mirror. His voice was casual, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. The skinwalker forced a stiff smile, masking the dread brewing beneath. "Yeah, yeah... I'm fine. Just the pressure of it all getting to me." Walter didn't push further. "Alright sir," he replied, focusing back on the road, though the unease lingered in the tense silence between them.The car glided through the
Last Updated: 2025-02-27
Chapter: Chapter 12:Palmer’s gaze was unwavering. "It was one of these guys. But of a higher rank." He said, kicking the unconscious skinwalker laying on the floorThe words hit like a brick wall. Damien felt his breath catch. What do you mean by 'not him'?Valen spoke next, his voice emotionless. "Skinwalkers can manipulate perception. They make you accept odd behaviors as normal. He was good—very good."Damien’s mind reeled. That means—"What happened to Eliot?" he whispered, his throat dry.Palmer’s answer was quiet. "Skinwalkers can only use bodies they’ve absorbed. By doing so, they rob their victims of their life."Something inside Damien cracked.He staggered back. The air in his lungs felt wrong. His vision blurred.His best friend was dead.Had been dead for months.And he never noticed.Sarah grabbed his arms, whispering reassurances he couldn’t process.Palmer’s voice cut through the fog. "As much as I'd want you to mourn your friend, we must hurry. The orbs need to be separated before they f
Last Updated: 2025-02-21
Chapter: Chapter 11:Palmer stood in the dim glow of the study. The weight of history sat heavy in the room, pressing against Damien and Sarah like an invisible force. He had been speaking for what felt like hours, unraveling the ancient past of their bloodline and the cursed artifacts—until the door creaked open.A figure staggered inside, dragging something behind him."Sorry to interrupt," Lucius muttered, his voice strained. His injured body swayed slightly, but he held his grip firm on the thing he had dragged in—an unconscious figure, its body flickering between two forms, as though the very air around it refused to accept its existence.Damien’s stomach twisted. What the hell?Lucius shoved the creature forward. It slumped onto the marble floor with a dull thud, its limbs twitching in unnatural spasms."Found him lurking in the courtyard while I was setting up my domain," Lucius said, wiping a smear of blood from his lips. "It stole Sila’s body. Passed out from fear when I caught him." He exhaled s
Last Updated: 2025-02-21
Chapter: Chapter 10:After what seemed like hours of conversation. The meeting ended with both sides unable to come up with conclusions to how they'd handle the situation at hand. Edward Ashworth, or rather, the creature that wore his skin, moved through the dispersing crowd, his mind awhirl with newfound knowledge. He had gleaned valuable information from the meeting, insights into the guardians' plans and vulnerabilities."Good work today, Sir Edward," his driver, Walter, greeted as he approached the waiting limousine. "Are we heading straight home, or branching to the usual place?" he asked with a warm smile, glancing at his employer through the rearview mirror.The skinwalker paused, momentarily thrown. "The usual place?" it echoed, its mind scrambling to access Edward's memories. A wave of frustration washed over it. "This is where our abilities falter," it thought, cursing its incomplete mimicry. "We have no access to the memories of the victims we absorb. What a pain.""Let's just head home," it sa
Last Updated: 2025-02-21
