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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 first thing Kael noticed was the silence.

Not the absence of sound—birds still sang in the distant trees, wind still rustled through the tall grass—but the absence of pressure. The constant hum of impending doom that had thrummed in his bones for months was simply... gone.

He sat up slowly, wincing as his muscles protested. His chest ached where the shard-echo had burned out, leaving behind a smooth, silvered scar. Aurelia's hand lingered near his shoulder, not quite touching, as if afraid he might dissolve like mist in sunlight.

"You're alive," she said. Her voice was different—softer, frayed at the edges. The godlike resonance was gone.

Kael flexed his fingers around the clear shard she'd given him. It was warm against his palm, pulsing faintly like a second heartbeat. "Not all of us."

The words hung between them, heavy with unspoken grief. The Original was gone. Mortibhar was sealed. And Lucian...

A figure stood at the tree line, silhouetted against the rising sun. Tall. Lean. One arm hanging limp at his side.

But not the Lucian who had fought beside them. This man moved with careful precision, as if his body were a poorly fitted suit. His right eye was still clouded with shadows, the veins around it blackened like cracks in porcelain. When he spoke, his voice was a rough approximation of the vampire's—close, but not quite right.

Aurelia went very still. "You're not him."

The figure tilted his head. "No. But I'm not not him either." He raised his good hand, examining it with detached curiosity. "The Crown... rewrote things. Left pieces behind."

Kael staggered to his feet, the clear shard burning suddenly hot against his skin. "What does that mean?"

The figure—the remnant—met his gaze. The shadowed eye swirled with something ancient. "It means the job's not done."

From the trees behind him, a crow took flight, its wings beating against the newborn sky.

And in Kael's palm, the clear shard whispered its first secret.

Chapter 97: A World Reforged