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Crimson Legacy 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
Crimson Legacy 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
Crimson Legacy 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
Crimson Legacy Chapter 14
Back 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
Crimson Legacy 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
Crimson Legacy Chapter 16
The forest was suffocatingly dark, the only sounds were the frantic footfalls of the skinwalker, his breath ragged and uneven as he sprinted through the undergrowth with inhuman speed. Revealing his true, grotesque form—a patchwork of sinew and shifting skin, his face half-formed, like a memory struggling to exist.In his clawed hand, he clutched the sealed box—his prize, the one orb they’d managed to steal after everything went wrong."Tsk… The plan to get all three orbs failed because of that damned noble vampire." His sharp teeth clenched as frustration bubbled within. "No matter. We’ll make do with this one."But the forest wasn’t silent anymore.The rustling of leaves.The subtle crack of a twig.Something was following him.The skinwalker skidded to a halt, his head snapping around, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. But all he saw was an endless maze of trees—twisted, gnarled, their branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers.He turned back——and froze.Emerging from the
Crimson Legacy Chapter 17
Screams echoed through the vast halls of the Montgomery estate. Agonized wails, filled with sheer torment, seeped through the walls, making even the guards outside shift uncomfortably. The source? A certain skinwalker—currently at the mercy of Valen, the Grim Reaper of the Montgomery family. Down below, far removed from the chaos, Palmer led Damien and Sarah into the hidden chamber beneath their mansion. "That guy was acting all tough earlier," Damien mused, stuffing his hands into his pockets. A smirk played at his lips. "Now, he sounds like he’d spill his entire family’s lineage just to make it stop." Sarah glanced sideways, her mischievous eyes glinting. "Between you both, I wonder who screamed louder back then." Damien visibly flinched. "H-Hey! That was supposed to stay between us!" Palmer, walking ahead, looked away to avoid any eye contact between them. Sarah turned her attention to their surroundings, her steps slowing as awe settled in. "Still… I never knew this pla
Crimson Legacy Chapter 18
Damien dug through the mess of stolen trinkets, kicking aside old relics, gilded jewelry, and other auctioned valuables he barely remembered taking."Wow," Sarah said, her arms crossed as she leaned against the stone wall. Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "You’ve been *busy* these past few months, huh? Busy making enemies." Damien rolled his eyes, muttering, "We have worse things to worry about."Finally, his fingers brushed against something unnaturally cold beneath the pile. He hesitated, then carefully pulled back the layers of cloth to reveal it—A perfect black sphere, its surface carved with ancient patterns that pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat beneath obsidian skin."Here it is," Damien said, frowning as he studied the orb. "But… it’s glowing? Why's it glowing?" "They can sense each other," Palmer murmured, stepping forward. His crimson gaze darkened, locked onto the sphere like it was whispering secrets only he could hear. "Careful not to make contact."Damien grabbed a pie
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Chapter 34:
The battle at the Montgomery estate raged with an intensity that shook the heavens.Valen blurred forward, his speed defying the eye, but Elijah was faster. With a mocking grin, he snatched Valen’s face mid-air, gripping him like an insect, and slammed him into the ground with terrifying force."So confident in your speed. To me, you look like a bug trying to escape death," Elijah smirked, his fingers pressing deeper, crushing Valen’s skull into the concrete floor.Out of nowhere, Palmer struck. His leg connected with Elijah’s jaw in a devastating kick—one that could have shattered mountains. Yet, the impact only left a faint cut on Elijah’s cheek, a wound that healed before Palmer even landed."Tsk… so hard," Palmer clicked his tongue in frustration.Elijah wiped his cheek, inspecting the brief injury before flashing a sharp grin. "Stand proud, brother. At least you managed to leave a cut."With effortless strength, Elijah flung Valen at Palmer. They crashed through the estate’s foun
Chapter 33:
The voices of people could be heard cheering in a building that seemed to exist outside the world's gaze. The interior was vast, with a capacity for over a thousand people, its tiers rising high above the main floor. Every seat, from the topmost balcony to the ground level, offered a clear view of the spectacle below. It was an auction house, but not the kind that dealt in ordinary treasures. Here, notorious billionaires from across the globe gathered to bid on slaves and artifacts that defied the laws of nature.Seated in a private box on the upper floor was the owner of the auction, Leonardo Jordan. The man who had sent mercenaries after Damien after the young Montgomery raided his auction. A smug smile played on his lips as he watched the bids climb higher and higher. The artifacts on display—ethereal relics that seemed to hum with latent power—were fetching prices that would make even the wealthiest tycoons balk."My bank account is getting heavier yet again tonight," Jordan said
Chapter 32
The estate was a battlefield, its once-pristine grounds now a chaotic mess of shattered stone and swirling dust. It was easy to tell that no ordinary beasts were clashing here—this was a war between titans.Lilith let out a low whistle, her dark red eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Valen’s display of power. “Isn’t he on par with a Noble at this point? That monster… he just keeps getting hotter,” she smirked, her voice dripping with playful admiration. “Too bad it’s Elijah he’s going against. I hope he doesn’t die—I’d love to get to know him better.”The air grew heavy, the pressure in the estate intensifying to an almost unbearable level. The source? Elijah. He emerged from the rubble, his broken hands healing with eerie speed, the bones snapping back into place with audible cracks.“Just today,I’ve been sent flying twice.” Elijah said, brushing his hair back with both hands, his voice calm but laced with menace, “ Just today, I’ve had my hands broken.” He cracked his nec
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Elijah stood over Palmer’s broken form, his crimson eyes cold and unyielding. “You’re soft, Elias,” he sneered, tossing his brother’s body to the ground like a discarded puppet. “I’ve spent centuries undergoing strict training with the devil herself, surpassing every weakness, every limit, just for this moment. All while you’ve been playing house with your bonds and puppets.”Palmer coughed, blood spilling from his lips as he struggled to speak. “...oth of y..you...” His voice was barely a whisper, but Elijah crouched down to listen, his expression unreadable.“What?” Elijah asked, his tone sharp.“I waited... for the bo..th of you...” Palmer rasped, his eyes filled with a mixture of pain and regret.Elijah’s jaw tightened, his scar pulsing with a faint crimson glow. “But the first thing you did after seeing me was to try to stake me. You broke our promise and created a pact with the very species that sought to annihilate us.”“But... Old man said to protect humans,” Palmer managed, h
Chapter 30
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
Chapter 29:
Valen’s breath came in ragged gasps, his vision blurring as his consciousness slipped away. His body was a mess of blood and fatal injuries that refused to heal, his regenerative abilities overwhelmed by the sheer force of Elijah’s attacks. He knelt on the ground, head bowed, struggling to hold on.Elijah crouched down to Valen’s eye level, his crimson eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and disdain. “I can hear the cells in your body desperately trying to regenerate.” he said, his voice smooth and cold. "I told you I’d wipe that cocky expression off your face.”Valen didn’t respond, his strength fading with every passing second.Elijah tilted his head, studying Valen like a predator sizing up its prey. “For a puppet, you did well. It’s a waste to leave you here to rot, protecting those whose end is inevitable.” He extended a hand, his tone almost conversational. “Why not join us? Reforge your allegiance, submit to us completely, and put your abilities to better use.”Lilith, standi
Chapter 28
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
Chapter 27
“He goes by ‘Palmer’ now, did you not know?” Valen said, rolling up his sleeves with a mischievous smile playing on his face. Lilith’s smirk faltered for a moment, her dark red eyes narrowing. “He’s strong,” she admitted, her voice tinged with reluctant admiration. “I can only see why you were not chosen if just one of these guys he created is this strong.” Elijah’s crimson eyes flashed with irritation, his scar pulsing a bright red. “I will never lose to a ‘wannabe’,” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. “He can never be like us, and that will be his downfall.” Dark sigils flared beneath his feet, spreading like wildfire until they surrounded the entire estate. Crimson energy crackled in the air like lightning, thick with tension enough to bring ordinary vampires to their knees. But Valen remained unfazed, his scarlet eyes glowing with quiet defiance. “Let’s see how long you’ll last with that cocky expression,” Elijah said, his lips curling into a cold smile. Meanwhile,
Chapter 26
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
