
The roar of engines ripped through the quiet night. Sarah, jolted from sleep, rushed to the window. A cold certainty settled over her as she saw the black vehicles swarming the estate, disgorging masked men. Damien. It had to be because of Damien and his reckless dealings in the underground dealers. This wasn't the first time his shady business had attracted unwanted attention, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.
He stood beside her, his usual arrogance replaced by a grim tension that he was clearly trying to hide. "They found me," he muttered, his eyes fixed on the scene below. "You mean, they found us," Sarah corrected, her voice laced with a bitter edge. "Again." He didn't reply, but the flicker of guilt in his eyes was confirmation enough. As she followed his gaze, she saw a solitary figure standing at the gate, bathed in the dim moonlight. He looked almost ethereal with his silver hair and piercing scarlet eyes. "Why does Palmer always have to clean up after your mess?" she hissed, her voice barely a whisper. "Isn't that his job?" Damien replied with a shrug, his eyes still glued to the carnage unfolding below. "That's what he signed up for." Sarah's hands clenched into fists. Her nostrils flared, and her fingers dug into the windowsill as she fought to control her anger. "He's not a 'thing', Damien! He's not some mindless weapon you can just point at your problems and expect him to fix them without consequence!" Damien finally tore his gaze away from the window and looked at his sister, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. Down below, the mercenaries advanced towards the gate, their weapons raised. One of them, a wiry man with a scarred face, suddenly stopped, his eyes widening in recognition. "Wait!" he shouted, his voice trembling. "That's...that's the legendary bodyguard! The one they call Palmer!" His companions scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous," one sneered. " How could someone that young be called legendary? Or you're just looking for reasons to back out, huh? Look, the boss said, no orb, no pay." But the scarred man was shaking his head, fear etched on his face. "No, you don't understand! He's...he's a monster!" He turned and fled, disappearing into the darkness. The others hesitated, but their leader, a hulking brute with a shaved head, barked orders, and they continued their advance. Palmer remained motionless, his expression unreadable. Then, in a blur of movement, he vanished. The air crackled with the scent of ozone as Palmer moved, a blur of silver against the night. The sickening crunch of bone and the gurgling gasps of dying men filled the air. Sarah watched, a mixture of horror and fascination on her face, as bodies flew through the air, limbs were severed, and weapons clattered to the ground. Within minutes, it was over. The courtyard was littered with bodies, the air thick with the stench of blood. Palmer stood amidst the carnage, his clothes stained crimson, his eyes glowing brighter than ever. Damien let out a low whistle. "He's terrifying... but I guess we're lucky to have him." Sarah, still reeling from the violence, could only nod. "He's been protecting our family for centuries without faulting after all," she said, her voice hushed. "You seem oblivious about the history of our family. Let me tell you the story, Damien," she began. "The story about how our family came to have a vampire guardian." As the echoes of the battle faded, Sarah's mind drifted back to the origins of their unlikely protector. It began, as all stories do, with a little boy... The whispers followed him like shadows. "Demon child," they hissed, their voices laced with fear and disgust. Even at the tender age of seven, Elias knew he was different. The hunger that gnawed at his insides, the unnatural craving for the warmth of blood, set him apart from the other children. But Elias, with a heart full of innocence and a deep reverence for God's creations, vowed never to succumb to his dark urges. He would never feed on the lifeblood of another being, be it animal or human. One day, while hiding in the depths of the Whispering Woods, he stumbled upon a boy named Josh. Josh Montgomery, unlike the others, didn't recoil in fear. He saw the loneliness in Elias's eyes, the desperation masked by a fragile bravado. Josh's village, shrouded in superstition, had outlawed any interaction with vampires, believing them to be harbingers of misfortune. But Josh, with a rebellious spirit and a kind heart, defied the rules. He brought Elias food, offering him companionship and a glimmer hope in the darkness. Elias, though touched by Josh's kindness, refused the food. His vampire nature prevented him from consuming anything but blood. He was trapped in a cruel paradox, starving yet unwilling to break his vow. Being unable to die despite his condition only added to his pain. Weeks turned into months, their bond deepening with each stolen encounter in the woods. But their sanctuary couldn't remain hidden forever. Josh's tormentors, a group of older boys fueled by cruelty and ignorance, followed him one day, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent. They cornered Josh and Elias in a secluded clearing, their laughter echoing through the trees. "Look at the freak and his pet monster," one sneered. "Let's teach them a lesson they won't forget." Elias, his body, though weak and hungry, had felt their presence from the distance. " Harbouring a vampire is against the rules; you, of all people, should know better, Josh, as the son of the chief you are," the toughest amongst them said, letting out a threatening glare. " I could kill it here in its weak state and report you to the chief and earn myself a position in the village," he continued as they charged together towards the weak little vampire... or so they thought. Josh, feeling a sudden prickle on his hand, looked down to see a tiny puncture wound, a single drop of blood welling up. He looked back at Elias, but the vampire was gone. Vanished. Confused and terrified, Josh turned back to his tormentors. But the sight that greeted him froze the blood in his veins. The bullies lay motionless on the ground, their heads severed from their bodies, their hearts ripped from their chests. The clearing was bathed in an eerie silence, broken only by the rustle of leaves and the frantic beating of Josh's own heart. And then, he saw him. Elias stood amidst the carnage, his form shrouded in shadows, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. He no longer seemed weak or frail. He was a creature of the night, a predator unleashed. Josh couldn't make out his features in the darkness, but those glowing eyes held a depth of gratitude and fierce loyalty that transcended words. "From this day forward," Elias's voice, strong and resonant, cut through the silence, "I pledge my life to your service. I will be your guardian, your shield against the darkness. But first," he paused, his voice softening, " I must rid myself of that which makes me weak. Please, grant me a name." Tears streamed down Josh's face, a mixture of fear and awe. "Palmer," he whispered, the name echoing through the silent woods. "Your name is Palmer." And so, the bond was sealed, a pact forged in blood and gratitude. Palmer, the vampire who refused to feed, found his purpose in protecting the one who showed him kindness. He would be Josh's guardian, his protector, for all eternity.
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Evening sunlight, filtered and warm, steeped Alistair's quarters in the muted hues of sunset. Yet, the noble skinwalker felt none of its peace, Garghat's words still clinging to his mind like a persistent burr. His eyes narrowed, a predatory glint in their depths as long-dormant memories stirred. A towering silhouette, a figure whose glistening silver hair seemed to ripple with unseen wind, eyes like twin seared rubies. A presence so immense it made every noble supernatural instinctively realise that they love their lives. This was The Hero. Behind him stood his six children, the original Holy Knights, all bearing the same formidable features. This was the Dawn Era, the day the supernaturals faced utter defeat at the hands of humans, pushed to the very brink of extinction. Then, a chilling thought struck him. Aurora... she vanished for a time, only to return wielding overwhelming power after being chosen by Auraeus himself. It should be impossible, he mused, leaning bac
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The interior of the house was a stunning blend of minimalist design and warm functionality — a space where modern architecture embraced the soul of comfort. Smooth, pale wooden floors stretched beneath their feet, polished to a satin sheen that softly reflected the daylight pouring in through tall, crystal-clear windows. The walls were a muted stone-grey, balanced by warm beige undertones and illuminated by elegant wall-mounted lights shaped like glowing crystal leaves.Potted plants and vibrant hanging vines draped from shelves and ceiling beams, breathing fresh life into the space. Everything was designed to harmonize with nature rather than shut it out.It wasn’t opulence. It was serenity. Purposefully built. A home that felt alive — as though the tree above extended its presence into every polished corner and softly humming appliance."This is it... It has just enough room to accommodate everyone," announced, gesturing around the welcoming space. "We were fortunate enough to have
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The cars rolled to a halt, greeted by the sight of a breathtakingly vibrant civilization nestled beneath the colossal canopy of a forest. Despite the massive branches that stretched across the entire sky like a living ceiling, the environment remained bright and warm, bathed in filtered golden light. Modern buildings lined the streets, clean and well-maintained. Street lamps stood tall, casting soft glows, and people bustled about with purpose and smiles — as if danger were a concept too foreign to touch this hidden paradise."And, here we are," Dylan announced, stepping out of the car, a proud smile on his face. "Astonishing, every single day.""Woahhh! How do you even build a modern civilization in such a primitive setting? This is insane!" Ivy exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder."Are you sure we're still on Earth? Isn't this place supposed to be dark, with how thick these tree branches and leaves are?" Fenris observed, a hint of genuine curiosity in his tone."I get you..." Luciu
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The noble skinwalker, Alistair, smirked, a sliver of sarcasm in his tone. "Congratulations on your promotion to Grand Elder, your Lordship." Garghat's face flushed crimson with fury. "It's pointless if I have to wait for orders to attack a small family, even with thousands of elite knights on standby." "Now, now... calm down," Alistair replied, his voice a silken counterpoint to Garghat's rage. "We can't just charge in blindly, especially not when they're protected by a noble vampire. Besides, I've lost contact with Fenris for days, and his status is unknown. We're getting no intel, no reports. It's entirely possible they've discovered our plan and ended him already." "Do you really think a small group can win against an army of elite knights wielding divine weapons in their purest form, huh, Alistair?" Garghat snarled, incredulous. Alistair leaned back, a knowing glint in his eyes. "A Vampire noble's greatest weapon lies within their gaze. Once activated, their abilities grow
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A bright ash light slowly faded from the heart of D’Angelo’s estate, revealing what remained in its wake. Deep inside a reinforced facility room, Santiago D’Angelo stood before the Vessel — the twisted fruit of his obsession — now radiating with unnatural power after absorbing what was left of the orb. “Such beauty,” Santiago whispered, eyes wide with awe. “Even in its incomplete state, it exudes such immense hate... and still, it managed to look elegant.” The Vessel’s body shimmered dark purple, its form semi-transparent like a volatile time bomb laced with living wires — vein-like shadows snaking across its skin, pulsing. Graceful, and terrifying. It closed its eyes, as if peering into its own mind. “I see them…” its voice echoed — calm, cold, godlike. “like they long to be found. To be reunited. So much power… I see everything. What is… and what is yet to come. But I can’t… grasp it.” Its eyes opened slowly — glowing, calculating — and fell on D’Angelo. “Your knees are t
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"A Grand Elder has the right to relinquish a family's right as a protector of the orb..." the voice crackled over the phone. "Garghat plans to relieve the families of their rights as guardians and make the orbs Church property."Max’s brow furrowed in fury. “So if we refuse to hand them over, it’ll look like we’re committing a felony against the Church.”"Exactly..." The voice on the phone replied. "That gives him the legal right to deploy the Holy Knights at will against the families, to forcefully retrieve the orbs— even if it means wiping out the families."Max clenched his jaw. "That bastard finally showed his true colors. I always knew one of those old farts was planning something."Sarah collapsed back onto the couch, disbelief etched across her face. "The church's Elder is dead, the new leader is working hand-in-hand with evil, we're now officially fugitives, wanted dead or alive, all while being haunted by all the supernaturals that want to end humanity. My brother’s body is
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