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

The smoke hadn't cleared from the ruined chapel when the world began to twist.

Kael had walked no more than a mile before it hit him, a tearing behind the eyes, a vibration in his bones, like the book's voice screaming through time.

He staggered into a thicket of dead trees and collapsed to his knees.

He stood in a throne room carved from black marble and pulsing veins of crimson crystal.

Tall pillars etched with vampire runes loomed above him.

At the far end sat a throne of bone and velvet, unoccupied.

Around it stood nobles, sharp-eyed, pale-skinned, cloaked in elegance and silence.

And yet, their blood felt like his own.

At the throne's base stood a woman.

Not dressed in power, but in sorrow.

> "He must live," she said. "Even if it costs us the throne. Even if it costs me."

> "Seal his memories. Hide his blood. Burn the name if you must."

Kael screamed as fire swallowed the marble.

And through it all, he saw the woman again, holding a bundle close to her chest as she bled from the throat.

And in the dirt beside him, carved by something unseen, were three words in ancient vampire script:

He wasn't just a mistake or an orphan.

He was the heir they burned their future to protect.

And someone, maybe more than one, wanted that future never to rise again.

Chapter 28: Burnt Offerings of the Past