All Chapters of The Broken Vampire System: Chapter 141
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~Laurent The silence after the last Howler fled was thick enough to choke on. Even the wind seemed unsure if it should keep blowing. Sand drifted lazily instead of violently. The sky brightened. The village held its breath. And all of them… every single elf… stared at me like I’d grown another head. Or lost one. Calista didn’t move at first. Her eyes were glossy with shock. Her fingers trembled even as she tried to hide it behind her clenched fists. Slowly — carefully — she stepped toward me. One foot. Pause. Another. Pause. Her voice came out quiet, almost fragile. “…Laurent? Are you still… there?” I blinked. “Where else would I be?” She swallowed hard. That wasn’t the answer she was afraid of. And both of us knew it. Before she could say anything else— A blur burst through the settling dust. “MY SECRET WEAPON!” The chief. He sprinted toward me with the energy of a man who had forgotten he was supposed to be terrified. His grin stretched ear to ear. His a
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~Laurent The first scream sliced through the night before my feet even touched the enemy village. I didn’t remember running. One second, I was standing beside Calista on the ridge. The next, I was at the heart of the chaos — fists already blood-soaked, breath steady, mind frighteningly calm. Firelight flickered across shattered huts and broken fences. Shadows twisted violently as the battle raged. The air tasted like metal and dust. And I was leading the charge. Elves from Eldoria stormed past me, shouting war cries, releasing arrows, swinging blades — but most of the enemies fell before they even reached the ground. Because my hands had already touched them. ⸻ A creature lunged at me, jaws split in a glowing snarl. Its skin was scaled, flecked with deep red veins. I didn’t think. I didn’t brace. My body simply moved. A simple step to the side. A palm to its throat. A flick of my wrist. The creature snapped backward like a broken puppet, spine bending
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~Laurent The creature stepped fully into my view and the world seemed to shrink around him. His presence pressed against my skin like a heavy hand, thick and suffocating — not from size, but from authority. Shadows bent around his form. The pulsing walls dimmed. Even the air tasted darker. He stopped just a few feet from me. Then he spoke. His voice rumbled like something ancient clawing its way out of the earth. “I am the Monster Monarch. You may not remember me… but I definitely remember you.” A chill ran through my veins — not fear, just recognition without memory. A hollow familiarity. I narrowed my eyes. “Why should I remember you?” His smile stretched, long and sharp. “Because you’re the one who killed me,” he said. “And ruined my plans to take Elarion for the monsters, as it was always meant to be.” My breath hitched for a second. I killed him? Me? I squared my shoulders. “So why are you here now? Who sent you?” “The current ruler of Elarion.” The Monarch’s mo
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~Laurent Our collision wasn’t loud — it was violent in a way sound couldn’t contain. His claws met my forearm. My fist met his ribs. The impact sent a shockwave rippling through the hall, rattling stone pillars and sending dust spiraling. He slid back two steps. I slid back five. I steadied myself. “So you’re not completely useless,” he said. “And you’re not as big as I remember,” I replied without meaning to. He blurred. One moment his body was still. The next — it was a streak of shadow and gold, carving through the air. His claw slashed toward my throat— I dashed out of the way with inhuman speed. Instinct saving my neck. I dashed back to counter. I reappeared behind him, breath easy. But he was already turning. His backhand slammed into my face. Pain exploded across my jaw as I flew backward, crashing into a stone pillar hard enough to split it. Dust rained down around me. My vision swam. “You’re too predictable,” he said. I staggered out of the rubble, fle
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~Omniscient The Monster Monarch’s claws carved through the air, tearing reality open in their wake. Laurent didn’t have time to move. He didn’t have time to think. Just a single heartbeat — a single, sharp moment of awareness — and then the world went white. A soundless impact. Then nothing. No breath. No thought. No pain. Just a cold, fading fall into darkness. Laurent’s body collapsed onto the warped stone floor with a heavy, final thud. Blood pooled beneath him in a dark spreading circle. His limbs twitched once, then stilled. The Monster Monarch stood over him, panting lightly, chest rising and falling with a predator’s exhilaration. And then the creature smiled. A slow, curling, triumphant smile. “At last…” the Monarch whispered, voice swelling with victory. “At long last… now I will get my kingdom just as master promised.” The hall trembled with the words. He lifted his head and stretched his arms wide, reveling in the moment. “No more prophecies. No more cho
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~Laurent The Monarch tore through my soldiers again. And again. And again. His claws sliced shadow. His blasts burned holes through the dark. His roars shook the hall until dust rained from the rafters. But every time he ripped one apart, another rose. Every time he disintegrated a dozen, a dozen more reformed. He yelled something — I didn’t care enough to listen. I was watching him too closely. The way his shoulders twitched before he attacked. The micro-hesitation in his left step. The way his breathing tightened with every new swing. He was slowing down. Not visibly. Not to anyone normal. But to me? It was obvious. His aura flickered at the edges. His strikes lacked the perfect sharpness they had minutes ago. And his roars? They were starting to sound frustrated. Good. Let him drown in it. I just stood there, arms at my sides, letting the shadows crawl lazily around my ankles. My army shielded me completely, a living barricade of memory-made flesh that reg
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~LaurentI heard them before I saw them — the clatter of boots over stone, the low murmur of voices threaded with the metallic tin of swords being readied. Calista came back down the ridge like a wave with men and women in leather and mail, spears upright, faces set. She probably came back to assist me.She expected a battlefield but saw only me.I was standing over the Monarch’s corpse. The creature’s blood pooled black against the cracked floor, steam rising where it touched the cold air. My shadow clung to me like a cloak. The soldiers I’d birthed laid inside the shadows only visible to me.Calista came closer, every step measured like she was approaching a sleeping animal. She didn’t flinch when she saw the body. She only looked at me.“Are you okay?” she asked. Her voice was small, threaded with something I figured out was concern.
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~Laurent I stood still and waited at the other side for the person to come into my path. Once I saw a figure come into view, I jumped into action and slammed the figure into the wall. My jaw dropped when I saw their face. "Calista?" I asked, shocked. "You're the one following me?" "What did you do that for?" Calista groaned as I slowly let her go. "Sorry about that," I said, running a hand through my hair. "Why aren't you at the party? It seemed fun." "If it was truly fun, you wouldn't be here," Calista started. "So why are you here? The feast was thrown for you." "It was a bit much. Too noisy. Too extra. I don't know if it's because of how I lived my life before coming here but being at the centre of attention like this feels weird," I started. "It feels like I was always in the background and I grew to like it there." "That
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~LaurentI hadn't seen this tomb before but for some reason, it looked familiar. The stone structure, the gentle dripping of water that sounded like a drum, the little to no lighting inside and even the inscriptions on the wall. The tomb was vast with the walls lined with flat rocks. The floor was coarse making it a struggle to walk without tripping. Calista tripped a few times because of the darkness making me have to catch her before she touched the ground a few times. For some reason, even though the cave was dark, I could still see very clearly. I led the way, allowing my instincts take over. Before long, we stood before the main place where the vampire king must have been buried. It was in a rectangular pit. I walked forward with Calista trailing cautiously behind. I bent over and took a peek into the pit and saw the coffin. I couldn't tell if it was empty or not from up here so I looked towards Calista and gestured, telling her that I wanted to go in.Calista shook her head
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~LaurentI opened my eyes, expecting to see darkness but was met with light. I looked around, searching for Calista or a sign of anything that was in the tomb but saw none. I looked at my hands. They were there, I was here. This was real. Or at least, that was what it was looking like. I sighed. I remembered everything now. I remembered Ciela. I remembered Denzel. I remembered Calen. Everyone and everything I had been through. I remembered them all. So the point of sending me to this new dimension was what I didn't understand. I was still trying to get out of the dimension of Eldoria and get back to Elarion to reclaim Elarion from the vampire king just to be sent to another dimension that I would have to get back from too. I ran both hands through my head. This was getting exhausting. Just what would I have to do to get back home. Ciela would be worried. I still remembered the look on her face when she saw me let loose and give hell to all the monsters that were trying to take ove