Max walked into his home as the evening settled into a gentle hush. Despite the vast wealth his family had accumulated over generations, they never indulged in excess. They lived modestly, valuing simplicity over grandeur."Welcome home, big bro!"A blur of red hair rushed toward him—Louis Silverwood, his youngest sibling. At seventeen, she had blossomed into a striking young woman, her slender frame and soft brown eyes carrying a beauty that shone even in the dim twilight. She had lived with him ever since the tragedy that took their parents. Their eldest sibling? Disowned. The disgrace of the family.Max ruffled her hair absentmindedly, letting out a tired sigh."How'd the meeting go?" she asked."Horrible as always. Those old farts never fail to piss me off," he muttered, rolling his shoulders.Louis smirked. "Well, that’s because they have more experience than you.""Tch."Before he could argue, small feet thudded against the floorboards."Daddy!"His son, Maximilian Junior—barely

The air ripped apart.BLOOD. EVERYWHERE.In an instant, the room was drowned in carnage.Before the Skinwalkers could even process what happened—they were being torn apart.Their own blood twisted into shape, forming dozens of identical clones of the vampire, their glowing red eyes filled with nothing but murderous intent."Wha—"The clones moved.Flesh ripped.Bones shattered.Limbs were ripped from their sockets.The clones moved with inhuman precision, overwhelming the Skinwalkers like an unstoppable wave of death.Bodies burst apart, organs spilling across the floor. More clones taking shape.Within seconds, half the Skinwalkers were reduced to mangled corpses—their bodies still twitching from the sheer speed of their slaughter.The battle had already ended for them.But for the Noble Skinwalker—it had just begun.He barely dodged as the real vampire lunged at him.Fangs bared.Eyes glowing.Unrelenting.The two collided, a shockwave blasting through the already ruined mansion.Th

The air was still, heavy with an unspoken tension, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Two figures stood at the iron gate, their presence radiating an otherworldly menace. Elijah tilted his head, sunlight glinting off his crimson eyes. “No holy wards,” he mused, his voice smooth and cold. “How… quaint. Even though he’s protecting one of their own.” Beside him, Lilith smirked, her fangs catching the light. “The gods really didn’t extend their blessings to this household,” she purred, her dark red eyes gleaming with predatory delight. One of the estate guards, drawn by the strange presence outside, approached the gate. His breath hitched as he took in the figures before him. The man looked almost exactly like Palmer—black hair with streaks of silver, crimson eyes gleaming with malice with a long scar line that extended from below his left eye to his jaw. Beside him stood a woman whose aura radiated danger, her dark red eyes locked on him like a predator sizing up its pr

The air in the room grew heavy as Elizabeth finished recounting the events at the Ashworth estate. Her voice trembled as she spoke of Eddie’s suspicions about the Church and Walter’s tragic end. “Eddie always had his suspicions about the Church,” she said, her hands clutching the edge of the table. “But I dismissed it as paranoia.” She paused, tears welling in her eyes. “He was right all along.”The siblings stood frozen, the weight of her words crashing over them. Damien bit his lip, his fists clenched tightly. He tried to hold back the tears, but they spilled over anyway, streaming down his face.Elizabeth handed Damien and Sarah a tissue. “I know how it feels. The weight of thousand years old problems suddenly dropping on your shoulders,"Damien’s shoulders shook as he took the tissue, his anger and sorrow warring within him. Elizabeth turned and picked up a torch from the table. “Follow me,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.Sarah and Damien exchanged a hesitant g

Elizabeth’s voice was calm but urgent as she ushered Sarah and Damien toward the door. “Palmer will probably need your help with whatever is happening at the estate. You both should go to him.”Sarah hesitated, her brow furrowed with worry. “But what about you? It’s not safe here. Can’t you come with us?”Elizabeth shook her head, her smile gentle but firm. “It’s fine. Those creatures won’t be coming anytime soon.” She gave them a gentle push toward the door, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Go. Hurry.”Sarah glanced back, her expression torn. “Don’t do anything rash… We’ll be right back,” she said, her voice tinged with unease.Elizabeth chuckled softly, her eyes glimmering with nostalgia. “Oh my, you remind me so much of Suzanne. Now, hurry along. I’ll be fine.” She waved them off, her figure growing smaller in the rearview mirror as the car sped away.Back at the Montgomery estate, chaos reigned.Lilith rose to her feet with languid grace, the stake impaled in her chest seem