All Chapters of The Broken Vampire System: Chapter 151
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~LaurentThe headless body hit the ground with a wet thud.Silence swallowed the clearing for half a heartbeat.The remaining four monsters stared at the rolling head, their expressions warping into something between disbelief and terror.I twirled the dagger once more, letting the blade catch the faint sunlight bleeding through. “Now,” I said calmly, meeting each of their glowing eyes in turn, “who’s next?”The tallest of the remaining monsters — a broad, stone-skinned brute with cracks glowing like magma — stepped forward. His voice rumbled the leaves.“You must’ve forgotten your place, Laurent Draven.”I took a step toward him.He took a step back.Interesting.“Don’t lecture me,” I said. “I don't have time for that.”He roared, the sound deep enough to shake branches loose from nearby trees, and slammed his foot into the ground.The earth shuddered.Gravity folded inward, crushing down toward a single point — me.Trees groaned. Stones lifted and then buckled under the pressure. E
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~Laurent The forest bent. Not physically — not at first — but the air thickened, the way it does right before a storm tears the sky open. The presence pressed on my senses like a giant hand. I turned. And there he was. A massive silhouette stepped out from between the trees, and each step made the ground shiver like it feared him. He was tall enough for his head to brush the lowest branches, built like something carved from mountains, muscles stacked like slabs of earth. And yet… his eyes held curiosity. Not hunger. Not malice. Just… excitement. “What are you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. He grinned — a wide, sharp grin that split his beard. “I am Targan,” he said, voice deep enough that the trees vibrated. “Titan God. Devourer of stone. Breaker of realms.” He sighed almost wistfully. “And finally… finally… seeker of a worthy challenge.” I blinked once. “Challenge?” I echoed. “Is that why you came here?” “I felt your power crack through the sky,” Targan said, tapping
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~Vampire King The world shuddered before I touched it. Not physically — no, reality itself recoiled as I stepped through the veil, shadows bending inward to form a path beneath my feet. The forest ahead was quiet. Too quiet. Even the wind knew better than to breathe in my presence. I tasted the air. Power. Unfamiliar. Sharp as broken bone. Laurent Draven. Alive. Annoying. My monsters failed to put an end to the first real threat I had ever had and now, the threat was growing stronger. I had more things to worry about other than him though. The prime was taking care of things at Elarion so I had to take care of things here. I continued walking, though my feet never touched the ground. Shadows carried me like a throne, curling and unfurling beneath me in soft ripples. The forest died wherever my form passed — leaves shriveling, roots blackening, branches splitting under a weight that was never physical. A small cost for a kingdom soon to be mine. Footsteps app
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~Laurent Targan’s finger trembled as he pointed into the distance, but the direction he gestured toward might as well have been the entire horizon. “The Celestial Vale…” he whispered, jaw tight with equal parts respect and fear. I followed his line of sight. Mountains layered into mist. Forests so dense they looked like endless shadows. Sky streaked with gold pulses — so faint I wouldn’t have noticed if I wasn’t looking for them. I had no idea where that was. I hate when the world refuses to make sense. I stepped back from the Titan, letting the dust settle around my boots. “So,” I said, “how far is it?” Targan let out a tired snort. “Far.” “How far is far?” “Far enough that mortals die on the way.” He laughed. “And even gods avoid that path.” I narrowed my eyes. Right. Of course. Convenient. I crossed my arms. “So… you’re taking me there.” His head snapped up. “No.” I blinked once. “…What?” The Titan pushed himself up onto one elbow, wincing only slightly. He s
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~Laurent The world folded. We were yanked out of where we were and were sent through a vortex of spiraling lights. My vision smeared into streaks of white and gold. The ground vanished. The air vanished. My body felt stretched, pulled, thinned like ink dragged across a page. Then— Impact. But not painful impact. More like my feet found ground again before my mind realized there was ground. I staggered once, blinking hard. The village was gone. Completely. Utterly. As if it had never existed. In front of me stretched a vast plain of luminous stone, smooth as glass and veined with slow-moving rivers of blue light. Trees unlike anything I’d ever seen rose from the glowing earth — their branches curved upward like crescent moons, their leaves silver and whispering. The sky… The sky wasn’t sky. It was a swirling sea of colours — blues, violets, whites — shifting like breath caught in a crystal bowl. Whole constellations drifted directly above us, no high
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~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
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~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
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~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
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~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
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~Laurent The 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