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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 1:
The roar of engines ripped through the quiet night. Sarah, jolted from sleep, rushed to the window. A cold certainty settled over her as she saw the black vehicles swarming the estate, disgorging masked men. Damien. It had to be because of Damien and his reckless dealings in the underground dealers. This wasn't the first time his shady business had attracted unwanted attention, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.He stood beside her, his usual arrogance replaced by a grim tension that he was clearly trying to hide. "They found me," he muttered, his eyes fixed on the scene below."You mean, they found us," Sarah corrected, her voice laced with a bitter edge. "Again."He didn't reply, but the flicker of guilt in his eyes was confirmation enough. As she followed his gaze, she saw a solitary figure standing at the gate, bathed in the dim moonlight. He looked almost ethereal with his silver hair and piercing scarlet eyes. "Why does Palmer always have to clean up after your mess?
Crimson Legacy Chapter 2:
The morning after the attack dawned with an eerie silence. The once pristine courtyard was now a macabre canvas of crimson stains and scattered weaponry. The air, thick with the metallic scent of blood, hung heavy over the estate. "Just who did you mess with this time to make someone send veteran mercenaries to haunt you?" Sarah asked Damien, her voice mixed with curiosity, "Your dealings with those people are getting out of hand and it's painting our family name in red," Damien sat on the plush leather couch, legs crossed, an almost bored expression on his face. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, but his striking blue eyes gleamed with defiance. He picked at a loose thread on his shirt, refusing to meet Sarah's fiery gaze."Look at me when I’m talking to you!" she snapped, slamming her hand on the table. "Are you trying to ruin the legacy our ancestors have spent years building with your reckless business by mingling with societal pests? We have businesses, properties,
Crimson Legacy Chapter 3:
Damien, with his characteristic swagger, strode into the room, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Palmer," he announced, "we're going on a little trip."Sarah's head snapped up, alarm bells ringing in her ears. "A trip? Where?"Damien smirked, enjoying her apprehension. " Relax darling. Don't worry, just going to have some fun.""Fun?" Sarah scoffed. "The last time you had 'fun', the yard was bathed in the blood of people you had pissed off."Damien rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, Sarah, don't be such a stick in the mud. A little adventure never hurts anyone.""Adventure?" Sarah's voice rose. "Damien, your idea of adventure usually involves illegal auctions, shady deals, and life-threatening situations!""I'll go with him, Sarah."Sarah's gaze snapped towards him, her eyes wide with concern. "Palmer, no. You don't have to put up with—""I'm worried for his safety," Palmer insisted, his voice gentle but firm. "And perhaps," he added, a subtle glint in his scarlet eyes, "it's an opportuni
Crimson Legacy Chapter 4:
Damien’s heart pounded in his chest. "What the hell? Werewolves?"Palmer didn’t answer. He was already out of the car, eyes glowing bright red as he scouted the area for presence for more troops.Meanwhile, back at the estate... Alarms blared back at the estate. Sarah's heart leapt into her throat as she saw shadowy figures moving across the manicured lawn. Her body came still, unable to move due to fear as she witnessed silhouettes, defying gravity as they flickered across the walls and ceiling with nimble movementsA cold hand clamped over Sarah's mouth, silencing her startled gasp. A chill ran down her spine as she felt the sharp edge of something pressed against her throat. "The floor would be dyed in your blood before you could let out a scream," the figure hissed, its voice a chilling whisper. Sarah's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled against the unseen assailant. "You fool!" Valen's voice echoed through the ballroom, laced with a chilling calm that belied the fury i
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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
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
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
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
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
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
Chapter 9:
A hush fell over the cathedral hall as the skinwalker, disguised as Edward, started walking back into the meeting room. From behind a towering marble pillar, a figure emerged, his face etched with a mixture of disgust and disdain."You guys are as disgusting as usual," the Pope spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You make me want to puke."The skinwalker paused, a sardonic grin spreading across its stolen face. "Coming from someone like you, that's saddening. Selling out your comrades for power... You make me want to puke. I'm only doing this because I'm benefitting a great deal from it. I despise betrayers.""I hope you remember your part of the deal when the day comes," the Pope hissed, his voice laced with a venomous threat.With a dismissive wave of his hand, the skinwalker strode back towards the Elders' chamber, leaving the Pope fuming in his wake.Inside the chamber, the Elders sat in tense silence, their faces etched with worry."So, any luck reaching the kid?" Gorion gro
Chapter 8:
The moonlight shown brightly at dimly lit cathedral, casting a great shadow of the church on the marble floor. Its stained glass windows casting multicolored shadows across the stone floor. A man, his face etched with age and cunning, spoke in a low, conspiratorial tone."The sirens were so carefree," he chuckled, a malicious glint in his eyes. "They didn't even notice you had infiltrated their ranks." He wore a triumphant smirk. "Now that we have both taken the shapes of people from both families, our plan proceeds without a flaw. We now have access to two of the orbs!" the man hissed, his voice a guttural growl that echoed in the mind of his counterpart lurking in the shadows of the Montgomery estate. From beneath a pile of fallen rubble, the other skinwalker emerged, its form still shifting and reforming as it absorbed the last vestiges of one of the bodyguard it had consumed. A wave of triumphant satisfaction resonated through their shared consciousness. "Hahahaha... It's time
Chapter 7:
The werewolves lay scattered across the ground, their unconscious forms lit by the eerie red glow of the sky. Palmer, his scarlet eyes still blazing with power, surveyed the scene, a thoughtful expression on his face. "The person who sent them is quite thorough," Palmer mused, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. He knelt beside one of the unconscious werewolves, his keen senses analyzing the subtle traces of magic clinging to its fur. "A silencing spell, woven with potent dark magic. They all passed out after I asked them some questions." He stood, his gaze sweeping over the fallen pack. "No loose ends. Interesting." A flicker of concern crossed his features. "But that's not all..." He paused, his gaze shifting to Damien, a smirk playing on his lips. "Pfft, some 'monster' you turned out to be. You pretty much exhausted what fear is left in you," he chuckled.Damien, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment, mumbled, "Argh, don't laugh!" He looked down at his trembling hands, his voic
