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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

Golden light spilled from Aurelia's chest like liquid sunlight, the very essence of her being ripped away by the Original's grasp. Her knees buckled, but she didn't fall—couldn't fall—her body locked in place as the Original drank her in.

Kael's vision swam. The shard in his chest screamed, its voice a chorus of whispers in his skull:

Now. NOW. Take what is yours.

He tried to move, but his limbs were leaden. His corrupted arm pulsed, black veins writhing up to his shoulder.

With a roar that shook the ruins, he moved, the Crown of Shadows flaring as he brought his sword down in a vicious arc. The blade carved through the Original's outstretched arm, severing it at the elbow.

Aurelia collapsed, gasping, her form flickering—unstable.

The Original reeled back, her severed limb dissolving into smoke. But she didn't scream. She laughed, the sound jagged and broken.

The stolen light swirled beneath her skin, mending the wound, reforging her. She stood taller now, her edges sharper, her presence heavier.

Lucian didn't hesitate. He lunged—

—and the Original caught his blade in her bare hand. Shadows hissed where steel met flesh, but she didn't flinch.

"You always were predictable, Vladimir."

She twisted, and the sword shattered.

A shockwave of force hurled Lucian back, his body skidding across the broken ground. The Crown flickered above his brow, its darkness thinning.

Kael finally found his voice. "Aurelia!"

She didn't respond. Her eyes were open but unseeing, her fingers clutching at the gaping wound in her chest. Golden light still leaked between them, slower now. Dying.

The Original turned to Kael, her stolen radiance casting long, twisted shadows. "And you." She smiled. "My wayward vessel."

The shard in his chest burned.

Kael didn't understand—not until the Original took a step back.

Her gaze flickered to his corrupted arm.

"You carry a piece of me," she whispered. "But you are not mine."

It was her—or a piece of her. A fragment she couldn't reclaim.

The whispers crescendoed, drowning out thought. His vision tunneled.

His body moved before he could stop it.

Behind him, Lucian groaned, struggling to rise. Aurelia's breath hitched, her voice a broken whisper.

The shard's will was absolute.

And for the first time, the Original looked afraid.

Chapter 84: Aurelia's fracture