Bonus Chapter: A Legacy of Fire and Blood
The throne room was empty.
The torches burned low, casting flickering shadows against the ancient stone. Outside, the city slept—unaware of the storm brewing within the castle walls.
Selene stood at the center of the room, her back to the throne, her magic humming beneath her skin. Waiting.
And then—she felt him.
A dark presence. A whisper of power.
Damien.
He moved like a shadow, stepping into the chamber, his silver eyes locked onto hers.
"You called for me, little witch," he murmured.
Selene turned, tilting her head. Challenging.
"I don't recall calling," she said smoothly.
Damien smirked. "Then why do you look like you've been waiting for me?"
The tension crackled between them, thick with something undeniable.
Selene had spent weeks fighting him, resisting what simmered beneath the surface.
But tonight—
Tonight, she was done pretending.
She moved first.
One second, she was standing across the room—the next, she was pressing Damien against the throne, her magic coiling around them both.
His smirk vanished.
Selene leaned in, her breath ghosting over his throat. "You think you're in control here, vampire?"
Damien exhaled slowly, his hands trailing down her waist, a silent answer.
Selene's magic flared, a command, a warning—and a promise.
"You bow to me now," she whispered.
Damien chuckled, low and dark. "I think we both know I never bow, Selene."
She tightened her grip, a challenge in itself.
"Then let's see who breaks first."
And just like that—the night burned.
Their power clashed and tangled, flames and fangs, lips and whispered curses.
Damien bit down, drawing blood.
Selene burned hotter, refusing to surrender.
It was war.
And neither of them wanted to win.
The castle trembled with their magic, the air thick with heat, shadows, and the taste of something forbidden.
By the time the night ended—there was nothing left of their resistance.
Only fire.
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Years Later—The Hybrid Awakens
The halls of the castle were silent as Selene walked through them, the torches flickering in her wake.
But she wasn't alone.
Tiny footsteps echoed behind her.
She turned, a small smile playing on her lips as the little boy ran to her, his dark curls bouncing with every step.
"Mother!" he giggled, grabbing the edge of her cloak.
Selene knelt before him, brushing a hand over his cheek.
"You were supposed to be in bed," she murmured.
The child pouted. "I wasn't tired."
Selene sighed—then froze as his silver eyes flashed red.
Magic crackled around him—raw, untamed, and deadly.
Selene's heart pounded.
Because she had known this day would come.
Damien's son.
Her son.
The first of his kind. A hybrid.
Not just vampire. Not just witch.
But something more.
Something the world wasn't ready for.
Selene placed her hands on his shoulders, her voice calm.
"Do you feel it?" she asked softly.
The boy nodded, his small hands glowing with fire and shadow.
"It's strong," he whispered.
Selene smiled.
"Then let's make sure you know how to use it."
Because the world was about to fear the name of her son.
And she would make sure no one ever dared to challenge his throne.
Ever.
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End of Bonus Chapter
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