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As humans, animals, and even the Earth itself begin to mutate and gain consciousness, a hidden conspiracy unravels, revealing Aurelia’s true origins and the dark forces manipulating the New Age. Alongside Lucian, a vampire with a mysterious lineage, and a cast of allies and enemies, Aurelia must navigate a world where nothing is as it seems. But as the planet awakens, so do the true villains—those who hide behind masks of virtue, their intentions far more sinister than anyone could imagine.

P.S The cover is not mine :)

The Vampire's Obsession

Kael's fingers closed around Aurelia's wrist.

The moment their skin touched, the world screamed.

A shockwave of energy blasted outward, sending the approaching shadows scattering like leaves in a storm. The ruined temple trembled, its remaining pillars groaning under the strain. Kael's vision whited out—for one terrifying heartbeat, he saw everything:

—Aurelia kneeling in a circle of chanting figures, their knives carving symbols into her flesh—

—Black veins spreading like cracks in glass as she threw back her head and laughed—

—Centuries flashing by in fragments, lives lived and lost under different names, different faces, always running—

Then reality snapped back with a force that left him gasping.

Aurelia's grip on him tightened, her fingers burning cold against his skin. "Don't let go," she hissed, her voice layered with something deeper, older.

Lucian was shouting, but the words were lost beneath the howling wind. The storm had reached them—the Original's form taking shape above the temple, a towering figure of swirling darkness and screaming faces.

Kael gritted his teeth. "What did you just do to me?"

"Linked us." Aurelia's eyes were fully black now, her pupils devouring the whites. "Blood to blood. Power to power." She bared her teeth in something too sharp to be a smile. "Congratulations. You're officially my anchor."

The ground split open at their feet.

The Original's voice shook the ruins:

Aurelia yanked Kael backward as a fissure tore through where they'd stood. "We need to move!"

Lucian blocked a chunk of falling debris with his sword. "Move where?"

"The source!" Aurelia dragged Kael toward the temple's inner sanctum, where an ancient altar stood cracked and stained. "Where they first summoned her!"

The Original's form condensed—no longer a storm, but a woman-shaped void with too many joints, her fingers elongating into claws as she descended.

"YOU CANNOT RUN FROM WHAT YOU ARE."

Aurelia didn't look back. She shoved Kael toward the altar. "Your blood. Now."

She drew a dagger—her dagger, the twin to the one Kael carried—and sliced her palm open. Black liquid welled, thick and shimmering. "The pact requires both of us!"

The Original's claw scraped stone as she landed behind them. Lucian intercepted her with a snarl, his sword flashing.

Kael didn't hesitate. He drew his blade and cut.

The moment his red blood mingled with Aurelia's black on the altar, the world shifted.

They stood in a memory—the temple whole and gleaming, torches casting long shadows. A younger version of the Original stood at the center of a ritual circle, her arms outstretched as robed figures chanted.

Aurelia's breath hitched. "The first summoning."

The memory-Original turned, her hollow eyes locking onto them across centuries. "YOU SHOULD NOT BE HERE."

Real Aurelia stepped forward, her voice steady. "Neither should you."

She raised their joined hands—and pulled.

Kael screamed as something tore loose inside him, a thread of power unraveling from his core and into Aurelia's grasp. The Original howled, her form flickering between past and present.

Aurelia's voice cut through the chaos:

The vampire moved like lightning, his sword plunging into the Original's back—not steel, but the broken shard of the altar stone clutched in his fist.

The Original arched, her scream piercing. "THIS CHANGES NOTHING."

Aurelia smiled grimly. "It changes everything."

Chapter 70: The Blood Pact