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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

The world dissolved into chaos around them.

Lucian dragged Kael backward as the merged entity clashed with Mortibhar's writhing mass. Light and shadow collided with the primordial filth in explosions of searing energy and gore-black ichor. The air itself screamed where their powers met, reality tearing like rotten fabric.

Then the Crown of Shadows bit into Lucian's skull.

Agony lanced through his temples as the thorned circlet finally revealed its true purpose. Visions—memories—flooded his mind in a torrent:

The Original standing before Vladimir not as an enemy, but as a grieving queen, her shadowed hands cradling his face.

Her voice, softer than he'd ever heard it: "You must make them believe it, my love. Even you."

The first shard being carved not from malice, but necessity—her ribs cracking under his blade as she whispered, "Make it hurt. Make it real."

Mortibhar's tendrils, unseen by all but them, slithering at the edges of that ancient battlefield, tasting their fury.

And now, as Lucian collapsed to his knees, black veins spreading from his temples like cracks in glass, the last of its seals shattered.

Kael grabbed him by the shoulders. "Lucian!"

The vampire's head snapped up. His eyes were no longer crimson—but black, bleeding shadows like tears. His voice, when it came, was layered with something ancient.

"She never betrayed us. We betrayed her."

Across the battlefield, the merged entity turned its head—as if hearing him. For a heartbeat, Aurelia's face surfaced from its swirling form, her golden eyes locking onto Lucian's. Her lips formed a single word:

The entity raised its hands—and split.

Light and shadow ripped apart in a cataclysmic burst. Aurelia and the Original stood separate once more, their forms flickering, unstable. But their gazes were fixed on the same horror.

Mortibhar shrieked, its form convulsing as if sensing the trap too late.

The Original turned to Lucian, her voice stripped of all malice, all pride—just exhaustion, and something like sorrow.

"Finish what we started."

Lucian's hands moved without thought. He tore the Crown from his brow, its thorns ripping flesh as it came free. Blood streamed down his face as he raised it high—not toward Mortibhar, but toward Aurelia.

She didn't flinch. She nodded.

The Crown erupted into dark flame.

Kael lunged forward—"NO!"—but the blastwave threw him back.

When the light faded, Aurelia stood transfixed, the Crown's remnants swirling around her like a storm of black glass. The Original was at her side, one shadowed hand pressed to Aurelia's chest, the other outstretched toward Mortibhar.

Their voices merged one final time:

And in that moment of perfect attention—the Crown's last ward activated.

Chapter 95: The Hollow Crown