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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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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
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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
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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
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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
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“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,
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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
