Demi_Godz

In a world ruled by blood, gods, and secrets, the lowest-born boy may carry the most cursed legacy of all.


Kael is a frail orphan with no past, no family, and no name beyond what the church gave him. In a realm divided by powerful races. elves, dragons, demons, divine beings - he is beneath notice. Beaten. Forgotten. Powerless.


All he dreams of… is becoming a hero, like those who once stood against angels and demons in the ancient war.


But when a desperate act of survival leads him into a forbidden forest, Kael consumes miasma-poisoned meat and collapses beside a black pond. Days later, he awakens, changed.


His blood burns.

His senses sharpen.

And a relic-bound book begins to whisper a name he never knew was his…


> Kael Vire.


Now hunted by inquisitors, feared by monsters, and haunted by memories that may not be his, Kael must uncover the truth buried in his blood. The lost Vampire Court. The Sovereign Will. A power sealed since the fall of the ancient houses.



He doesn't seek revenge.



He seeks the truth.



And when the blood remembers… the world will too.


 “Ashes don’t kneel. They rise.”



Aiming for a 4 digit chapter novel. 
Will release 5-6 chapters daily. Excluding the paid advance chapters.

Vampire Progenitor: The Cursed Awakening

Far across the continent, beyond holy mountains and consecrated fields, the great citadel of Sol Ascendant burned with white light.

From the upper sanctum, armored knights turned their heads.

Clerics whispered prayers of binding and flame.

Inside the flame-wrought chamber of the High Seraph Council, robed figures stood beneath stained-glass halos.

A voice like sunfire and judgment.

> "The Hollow Stone Keep has responded. The Relic is no longer inert."

> "That site was cleansed. Erased. How…"

> "Blood." The Seraph nodded. "His blood."

Another figure stepped forward, tall, encased in ceremonial silver armor, visor glowing faintly gold.

> "Then the child of the lost bloodline still breathes."

> "No longer a child," another corrected. "No longer hidden."

The central Seraph raised a hand, quieting them all.

The chamber dimmed as all candles flickered.

Somewhere else… deep in a sacred vault:

Chains of light broke with a shiver.

And a knight without eyes stepped forward, skin charred but whole.

Back in the Hollow Stone Keep, Kael sat beneath the throne, his chest still burning with the mark of Crimson Core.

He didn't know why, but the air had changed.

As if something holy had begun to walk.

Chapter 19: The Pale Flame Marches