Novels by Samster_x

~LaurentThe moment the words left my mouth — “Watch me.” — the air snapped.Vyrath didn’t move.Didn’t twitch.Didn’t even blink.He just smiled.I launched myself forward anyway, shoving every ounce of strength into my legs. The floor cracked beneath me as I blurred forward, Shadow Step swallowing my form and spitting me out behind him.My fist cut through the air—And met a wall of invisible force.Telekinesis.He caught me without touching me, fingers barely lifted. The pressure around my arm twisted, and pain flared through the bone. I ripped myself free and spun back, landing in a crouch.He didn’t even look at me.“I had hoped,” Vyrath murmured, “that you would begin with something… creative.”I grit my teeth and flickered to his left, trying a different angle. Kinetic Manipulation kicked under my skin, launching me like a bullet.He stepped aside lazily, letting me pass.“You move like him,” he said.“Don’t,” I hissed.“Like your father.”He smiled. “Every habit. Every instinc

~Laurent My shadow rose behind me— rippling, stretching, twisting— taking shape like something waking from a century-long sleep. The darkness peeled itself off the floor, gathering mass, thickening into a silhouette. A man’s outline—broad-shouldered, tall, familiar in a way that punched straight through my ribs. The tendrils strangling me recoiled as if burned. “What… is that?” Vyrath whispered. But deep down, he already knew. That was why his voice trembled. Aurelion staggered to his feet, one arm broken, light flickering weakly around him. “Laurent…” he breathed. “That’s… not possible.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I could only watch as the silhouette behind me kept forming, pulling its features out of the dark—jaw, cheekbones, the slope of a nose I’d seen only in vague memories and blurry childhood dreams. The shadow leaned closer, and its voice echoed again, deeper, colder: “I warned you once.” Vyrath took a step back. “You… are dead.” The shadow tilted its head.

~Laurent“Why… why do we have the same surname?” I asked, my voice a whisper.He tilted his head — slow, deliberate, as though he had rehearsed the motion for centuries.His crimson eyes dimmed.Not with anger.Not with cruelty.With inevitability.“Laurent,” he said softly, “the reason we share the name Draven..."The air around him rippled.“…is because I am your father.”I almost laughed when I heard him say that. My father, how? Do vampire now drink alcohol, because this particular vampire is high on something."I have no reason to lie to you," Vyrath said.“Shut up. That's not possible. Just tell me the truth."Vyrath didn’t flinch."I am a god. I have no reason to lie to a mortal.""You were sealed in a tomb for centuries. I was born only eighteen years ago. There's no way you can be my father," I replied. "so you're not making sense.""Do you want to know how I'm your biological father?""I don't think I'll believe you but go ahead and explain."He just stepped closer, boots ec

~Laurent The soldiers lunged. Metal screamed against marble. The entire sanctum erupted into motion—fast, brutal, chaotic. Aurelion flickered out of sight and reappeared several feet away, light bending around him in streaks of gold and white. His body blurred through the air as he dodged blow after blow. Every strike from the corrupted legion cracked the floor, sending webs of light rippling outward. He didn’t retaliate. Not once. I realized, with disbelief, that he was holding back. “Don’t hurt them!” Aurelion barked between movements, his voice splitting the chamber with godly authority. Don’t hurt them? I barely sidestepped a corrupted soldier swinging a celestial halberd, the blade whistling past my face close enough to shear the edge of my sleeve. His eyes—those dead, black eyes—locked on mine, unblinking. I clenched my jaw and prepared to strike. Just one hit. Enough to shatter the corruption crawling through his veins. But before I could move— A shadow passed overh

~Laurent The moment Aurelion whispered, “What the hell is going on?” —I knew something inside this sanctum had shifted in a way that even he didn’t understand. But I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t. All my senses pulled tight like strings ready to snap. The soldiers around us — the Celestial Legion he’d praised so confidently — stood unnervingly still. Too still. Even for divine constructs. Stillness can be peaceful. This wasn’t. This was the stillness found in things that have been emptied. I scanned the hall. That perfect gold glow the Vale radiated? Gone. Dimmed. Replaced with an odd, grayish tint creeping along the edges of pillars, dissolving colour like rot spreading through cloth. Aurelion didn’t notice at first. His breath came uneven — something I didn’t know gods were capable of. He lifted his hand toward the closest soldier, intending to inspect him, I guess. But the moment his light touched the soldier’s armor, the glow rippled wrong. Like light bending around

~Laurent I stepped through the door. Or… what felt like a door. It wasn’t wood or stone — it didn’t even have an edge. It was just a frame of suspended light, humming like a heartbeat. The moment my foot crossed the threshold, the entire world changed. The sounds behind me faded. The air thickened. The light shifted. I exhaled slowly and kept walking. The passage opened into a vast chamber, and the first thing I noticed was how silent it was. Not peaceful-silent. The kind of silence that feels engineered — too deliberate to be natural. A chill brushed the back of my neck. Great start. Then I sensed him before I actually saw him: a pressure in the air, like standing too close to a storm that hasn’t decided whether to break or wait. A soft, warm light rippled through the hall. A voice followed. “You walk with confidence for someone who has never stepped into a god’s domain before.” I turned. A man — no, a god — stood at the center of the chamber. Tall. Regal. Hair flo