All Chapters of The Broken Vampire System: Chapter 111
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~Laurent The wind shifted the moment he smiled. I didn’t have time to think—he was already gone. A blur. A flicker. Then pain. My back hit the marble hard enough to crack it. I pushed up fast, vision swimming. Damn it. He’s faster. Lior stood where I’d been, the dust still settling around him. His crimson eyes glowed faintly in the sun, like blood caught in glass. “You’ve improved,” he said. “A little.” “Good,” I said, straightening, forcing the ache down. “I was worried you’d be bored.” He vanished. Blood Instinct screamed. I ducked—barely in time. His fist sliced through the air where my head had been. The shockwave sent loose petals spiraling through the garden. I stepped back, calling my energy. Shadows rippled under my boots. [Skill Active: Shadow Step.] The world bent. I reappeared behind him, claws drawn, aiming for his neck. My strike met air. A boot slammed into my ribs. The ground spun before I hit it again, coughing blood. He didn’t even look winded
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~Ciela The world tunneled into a single heartbeat. Mine. His. The silence between. I lunged for Calen. He didn’t move. Just flicked a finger. A force hit me before I reached him—soundless, invisible. My body slammed against the wall so hard the breath left me. Pain shot through my ribs. My vision blurred. He was still standing there, calm as a man rearranging papers. “I didn’t expect a psychokinetic to attack like that. Shouldn’t you be trying to keep your distance?” I pushed off the wall, fury spiking through the ache. “You talk too much.” I dragged at the space around him, forcing it to bend. Chairs cracked, the tiles lifted—every atom between us pressed in on him. The air shrieked as my power condensed. He sighed. “Psychokinesis again. Charming.” The world folded—literally folded. The space between us inverted, and suddenly I was the one caught in my own force. The backlash tore through me, slamming me to the floor. I coughed, blood in my mouth. “How—?” He adj
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~Laurent The ground was cracked, bleeding dust and light. I could barely keep my feet under me. My lungs burned like someone had poured fire into them. Lior stood a few paces away, calm as ever, coat torn, eyes bright. Not a single wound slowed him. His aura still pulsed — that cold, predatory rhythm only old vampires carried. I exhaled slowly. “You don’t die easy, do you?” He tilted his head, smiling faintly. “Neither do you. But I couldn’t expect anything less from a fellow vampire. It’s a shame you’ll be dying by my hand.” Then he vanished. The wind split as he moved. I caught the blur — barely — before he appeared beside me, knee driving into my ribs. Pain flared white. My vision went black at the edges. [Warning: HP 32%.] I staggered back, forcing air into my lungs. I tried to counter with Energy Projection, but the beam missed. He was already gone again — flickering through the air like a shadow skipping frames. “Too slow,” he whispered behind me. His hand sl
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~Omniscient The alley was narrow—barely wide enough for three men to stand side by side. The walls on either side glistened with condensation, a faint hum of power clinging to the air like static before a storm. Denzel flexed his fingers, lightning already whispering between them. The two Celestials didn’t move. Their eyes glowed faintly gold, their fire-blades humming like living things. He felt their energy before they attacked—pure, clean, ancient. Celestial magic always carried that unnerving calm, like they’d already calculated your death before the first strike. “Last warning,” he said quietly. “Walk away.” They didn’t. The first one moved, a step so fast the air cracked. His blade carved through the space Denzel had been standing a heartbeat ago. Denzel pivoted right, dragging his hand across the air. The spark built instantly—blue arcs crawling up his arm before bursting outward. The bolt hit the Celestial’s chest. The impact threw him back against the wa
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~Laurent The system flickered awake above me, pale red against the morning sky. My body still felt like lead, every muscle screaming, but the numbers pulled my eyes anyway. ⸻ [UPDATED STATS: Laurent Draven] Level: 94 Strength: 520 Agility: 420 Endurance: 390 Perception: 300 Intelligence: 230 Skills: – Shadow Step – Shadow Cloak – Blood Surge – Fang Bite – Claw Manifestation – Bat’s Agility – Blood Sense – Shadow Dominion – Blood Clone – Shadow Prison – Hemokinesis – Energy Projection – Blood Berserk – Blood Transcendence – Bat Swarm (New) Weapons: – Fang & Talon – Vermilion Edge – Gorath’s Chainfang – Eclipsera – Ereval (Crimson Rapier) [Skill Unlocked: Bat Swarm] — Allows transformation into a dispersed swarm of vampiric bats. User becomes intangible to physical attacks, can move at extreme speeds, and reform at will. Can be used offensively to swarm enemies or evade attacks. ⸻ I exhaled, staring at the glowing windo
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~Laurent The house was quiet when Denzel and I got back. Quiet in that heavy way that sits under your skin. Kendrix and Ciela were already inside. Kendrix was sprawled across the couch with his boots on the table, while Ciela stood by the window, eyes distant. Ciela looked up first. “How was it?” “Easy,” I said, shrugging off my coat. “They weren’t worth the effort.” “Good to hear,” she said, though her grin didn’t reach her eyes. Denzel leaned against the doorway. “On Ivelle. Do you have any idea where they could be?” Ciela didn’t turn. “Knowing Calen, he’ll be in their most secure facility in Verdant Forest. That’s where he runs his experiments most efficiently.” The name itself made the air colder. Verdant Forest—every mission we’d ever gotten from there had ended in blood. “Well then,” I said, “let’s pay him a visit. I plan to end this war today. You guys save Ivelle. I’m going for Calen.” Ever since I levelled up, I started feeling more confident. Right now, I
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~Laurent The smell of blood hung in the air like fog. Every step echoed against metal. We were deep inside the facility now—far past where the lights still worked. Each corridor was a spine of rusted steel and flickering panels. The floor was slick with something that might’ve been oil. Or blood. Denzel moved beside me, fire whispering faintly along his arm. The glow painted his face in sharp red lines. “I hate places like this,” he muttered. “Then burn it down when we’re done.” A noise scraped ahead—wet, low, animal. I raised a hand for silence. We both stopped. The corridor ahead split into two. From the right passage came the sound of claws dragging against steel. From the left, a single, long exhale that didn’t belong to anything human. “They’re here,” Denzel whispered. “Good,” I said. “The more the merrier.” The first one burst from the left wall—literally through it. Metal screamed as the creature broke through. It was small, hunched, and wrong. Its skin looked like s
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~Ciela The corridor hummed softly. A low mechanical drone that filled the silence between our footsteps. The lights above flickered every few seconds, bleeding pale blue over the cracked floor. It felt like walking through the lungs of something alive. Kendrix was a few steps ahead of me, his shoulders tense. His boots made dull thuds against the metal. From somewhere far off, the ground trembled. Another explosion. Denzel and Laurent were still fighting. The whole facility seemed to shudder with each clash. I exhaled slowly. “You think they’ll be fine?” He didn’t turn around. “It’s Denzel. He’ll probably start counting how many corpses he’s dropped before the fight’s even halfway done.” I smiled despite myself. “And Laurent?” “I still don’t understand his deal but from what I’ve seen of him so far, I believe he’s capable. It’s hard to believe he’s the same guy from the awakening ceremony.” He was right though. Laurent had changed in ways that I still didn’t understand and wh
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~Laurent The room vibrated with power the moment Denzel spoke. “It’s over, Calen,” he said. His voice echoed off the steel walls, calm but sharp. “You don’t stand a chance against us.” Calen only smiled. The light caught the edge of his silver hair, his coat hanging loose around him like a shadow that knew it belonged. “You overestimate yourself,” he said. His tone was effortless, almost kind. “Walk out now and I’ll tell my monsters to kill you swiftly. It doesn’t seem like much, but when you figure out what I’m planning the hard way… you’ll wish you took my offer.” Denzel’s flames hissed alive across his arms. “Shut up. You’re not going to scare us. We’re killing you, here and now.” Calen stood, slow and deliberate. “Come on then.” His gaze sharpened. “Even if you succeed in defeating me, you won’t be able to stop what’s coming. It’s already here.” “Stop spewing rubbish,” Denzel said—and lunged. The explosion of heat was instant. Fire roared through the room, filling
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~Ciela The air left my lungs. He stepped fully into the light, and the world tilted. “Dad?” The word barely made it past my throat. My knees locked, refusing to move. His face—if I could still call it that—was stretched, pallid, the skin pulled tight across his jaw. His eyes were brown, human, but empty. Hollow. Veins of dark energy pulsed under his skin like cracks in marble. For a moment, I thought I imagined it. Maybe my mind had conjured him because I’d wanted to see him so badly. Then he snarled. The sound was wrong. Animal, guttural, torn out of something that no longer remembered language. He lunged. I couldn’t move. My body froze, breath catching in my chest. I’d hoped for a long time to see his face again, to hear his voice, for this moment—and now that it was here, it was a nightmare wearing my father’s skin. A blur crossed my vision. Kendrix slammed into me, pushing me aside just as a metal slab crushed the space where I’d been standing. The floor shook. “Ciela!