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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
Crimson Legacy Chapter 19
The world around him crumbled, smoke and fire choking the air. He was back in the vision, standing amidst the ruins of the Montgomery estate. Blood stained the ground in dark, congealed pools.He turned—and there they were.Sarah and Damien.Their bodies were drained, frail, their eyes hollow. They tried to move toward him, but their limbs trembled, barely able to hold themselves up."You promised us."Sarah’s voice was weak. It barely reached him over the howling wind."You swore you’d protect us…"Damien lifted his head, his once-defiant blue eyes now empty."Why did you do this to us?"Palmer's breath caught in his throat. He tried to reach for them, but his body wouldn’t move. He was frozen, paralyzed as their broken figures collapsed before him.The world around him cracked apart.Palmer jolted awake, breathless, his hands shaking. The words wouldn’t leave him. The worst part? He had no idea if this was the future or just the orb trying to break him."Are you alright?" Sarah’s vo
Crimson Legacy Chapter 20
A cool breeze swept through the silent graveyard, rustling the leaves of the ancient oaks that stood like sentinels over the dead. The sun bathed the weathered tombstones in a warm golden glow, casting long shadows over the freshly turned earth.Maximilian Silverwood stood before the graves, his hands clasped into fists. His father. His mother. The Valencourt's. A family once as close as blood, now reduced to names etched in stone.Good things never last.A voice cut through the stillness.“They said I’d find you here.”Maximilian stiffened, eyes narrowing as he took in the figure standing behind him.A man, tall and poised, with silver hair that cascaded down his shoulders, his scarlet eyes glowing faintly in the sunlight. His skin was pale, almost ethereal."Role of Guardian dropped on your shoulders at such a tender age," the stranger mused, his voice smooth, carrying an edge of familiarity. "Must’ve been hard."Max exhaled slowly, his grip tightening."Heh," he scoffed, brushing d
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"That kid, Silverwood, is too sharp for his own good," Father Garghat mused, his voice a low murmur as he spoke into the void. "But really, who’d believe a direct messenger of the gods is working hand in hand with their enemies?" His chuckle was dry, almost mocking. "In no time, he’ll be joining his parents, just like the Valencourts. I must say, your comrades' plan is flawless."A shadow stirred within the chamber.From the darkness emerged a Skinwalker—inhuman, predatory, and far more sinister than the lesser creatures.His presence was suffocating. The chill he emitted was nothing like what the elder had felt before. The dim candlelight flickered wildly as he stepped forward, revealing deep, dark crests pulsing on his forehead—an unmistakable mark of nobility. His piercing, glowing eyes locked onto Garghat with something akin to amusement… and disdain."It would’ve been," the figure rasped. "If you had told us the vampires in the Montgomery's were all born of Noble blood."An unsee
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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
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Max was dead inside.Not physically, not yet—but something fundamental in him had broken.He had never realized just how powerless he truly was until this moment. His entire existence as a Guardian, everything his ancestors had sworn to protect, felt like a cruel joke. At that moment, all types of emotions surged through his devastated mind. He hated the Church. Despised the gods for abandoning them. Cursed his ancestors for taking up such a burden.And most of all—he blamed himself.For involving his wife.For exposing his son.For being too weak to stop this."That’s one minute gone, young Silverwood."The Noble Skinwalker’s voice was sickeningly casual, dripping with amusement as he gripped Rebecca, his clawed fingers trailing her skin like a predator savoring its meal. He shoved her onto the bed, his form still wearing the twisted mockery of Max’s older brother."Wait!" Max’s voice was hoarse, filled with pure desperation. He knew—it was pointless. Whatever was about to happen, it
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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
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The sun rose over the Montgomery estate, its golden rays spilling across the sprawling grounds like molten light. Dew clung to the grass, shimmering like scattered diamonds, while ancient oaks stood sentinel, their leaves whispering secrets to the dawn. It was the kind of morning that promised beauty and tranquility—a day meant to be savored. But for the Montgomery siblings, the dawn brought no comfort.Sarah emerged from her room first, her hair a wild nest of tangles, her eyes rimmed with shadows. She looked like she’d wrestled demons all night—and lost. Damien followed, his usual swagger reduced to a shuffle, his blue eyes bloodshot and hollow. They moved like ghosts through the sunlit halls, their exhaustion a living thing.“Yoh, dude,” Sarah croaked, squinting at her brother. “Your eyes are sagging… and red. Like you’ve been mainlining espresso shots all night.” Damien shot her a withering glare. “You’re one to talk. You look like you crawled out of a crypt.”Sarah flopped onto
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"How are you able to wield that blade though? That thing felt like it was eating my soul away," Valen asked, narrowing his eyes at Fenris.Fenris glanced at the crackling lightning blade as if it were an everyday tool. "Mm, who knows? Probably 'cause he shared some power with me?" he shrugged, casual as ever."Ohoo… If that's the case, lemme try holding it again." Valen reached out, and Fenris, with a curious glance, handed him the blade. Surprisingly, it had no adverse effect. There was no reaction. No searing pain."I see.""It seems pretty normal now. Why the sudden change? That thing was ripping my hand more than I could regenerate when I held it," Lilith observed, her brow furrowed in confusion.Valen gave a lazy grin. "If this idiot can do it, I’m not letting him outdo me.""Hoi!" Fenris barked, clearly offended."He said it himself, we're containing part of his essence also," Valen explained. "I can feel his energy surging through my body now, and fortunately, I can tap from i
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Sarah stood frozen, eyes brimming with tears as chaos erupted around her. She watched helplessly—until a whisper slithered into her ear."Hey... over here."It was quiet—too quiet—yet it cut through the turmoil like a blade through silk."They need help, right? I can help them."Her heartbeat slowed. The screams, the battle, the trembling earth—all dulled to a whisper as her mind drifted, drawn by the voice."Comeeee... I'll lend you my strength."She moved like she was sleepwalking, her thoughts a foggy swirl of desperation and curiosity. The voice led her down the stone corridors of the underground chambers… to the cell where the tortured Skinwalker was held.The stench hit her first—rank, putrid, suffocating. Her stomach lurched as she stepped into the room. Chains rattled against the lifeless form slumped over in the chair, its face hidden beneath tangled, blood-matted hair."H-hello? Were you... the one calling me?" she whispered, clutching her nose, forcing back the bile.The cr
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"Last born, find a way to free Elijah. Kael, Ivy, Kole, buy me some time… That horn is a problem. I’ll have to break it," Valen commanded, his voice sharp with urgency."Don't order me around. I'm only assisting," Lilith retorted, her tone laced with defiance. "After this, it'll be your turn.""That's for later. Right now, you can't afford to hold back that power. Look who we're up against."Lilith huffed, a hint of rudeness in her expression, as if she expected him to have already noticed. ThenWith a sudden focus, her long hair shimmered, transforming into pure silver. A surge of immense power erupted from her, and a third eye opened on her forehead, intricate patterns radiating across her skin from its center.Kael, Kole, and Ivy gasped, finally understanding the true extent of her abilities. She had been holding back, toying with them."That's more like it," Valen acknowledged, a grim satisfaction in his voice.Together, they lunged towards Palmer, who still held the struggling E
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Sarah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at Valen worry laced her gaze, “How are you still alive? I watched you die…”"We have Palmer to thank for that," he said, his voice softer than usual. "I felt my soul being dragged back into my body." Valen slowly lowered her to her feet. Sarah swallowed, her hands trembling as she turned her gaze toward Palmer.“What’s happening to him?” she whispered, fear gripping her. “I’ve never seen him like this before…”Valen exhaled, glancing at her before his gaze locked back onto Palmer. “Palmer has never truly relied on anyone before. He doesn’t know how to express it, but he’s in constant pain… like something is growing inside him at a rapid rate, threatening to burst out at any moment.”Sarah’s lips parted, but Valen continued.“But when he feels needed… when he feels like he belongs, he’s able to suppress that thing inside him.” Valen voice dropped. “But when the thing that keeps him tethered—the thing that makes him feel human—is taken
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Valen's breath slowed.Palmer felt like he lost an emotion with every heartbeat.Flashes of their past flooded his mind—him and Valen grinning as they fought together. Their first meeting, their promise to protect what mattered. It all played in his head like a cruel, inescapable illusion. And beneath it all, he could hear it—Valen’s heartbeat, once steady, now fading.Palmer lay motionless.Sarah’s cry shattered the silence, raw and broken, her body trembling as tears streamed down her face.Kael, Ivy, and Kole stood frozen. They didn’t even register the presence of death breathing down their necks.Lilith’s amused voice cut through the heavy air. “Ah, ah… He actually did it.” She pouted playfully. She cocked her head, lips curling in amusement as she glanced at the trio. “But still… you guys have guts. Turning your backs to me like that.”They didn’t answer. They didn’t even acknowledge her.Their gazes were locked on Valen.Palmer turned back toward him too, his fingers twitching a
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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
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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
