Baharon Ke Sang Sang

In the heart of a thriving modern city, billionaire Victor Blackwood lives a life of secrecy and power. But beneath his sophisticated exterior lies an ancient truth: Victor is actually Aiden Thorne, a vampire prince who has ruled from the shadows for over a thousand years. His carefully constructed world begins to unravel when a secretive organization, The Order of the Dawn, starts to investigate him, threatening to expose his true identity. As Victor works to stay ahead of The Order, he becomes entangled with Clara, a brilliant and determined journalist whose investigation into The Order puts her in grave danger. Drawn to Clara but wary of the risks, Victor must balance his growing feelings for her. As the story unfolds, Clara discovers Victor’s true identity, leading to a strained relationship between them. When Clara is captured by The Order, Victor is forced to make a perilous choice: reveal his secrets to save her or risk losing everything he has fought to protect. Betrayal strikes when Marcus is revealed as the leader’s son, testing Victor’s resolve and forcing him into a climactic battle. As the artifact’s power is unleashed, time itself begins to fracture, sending Victor, Clara, and their allies into alternate realities where they must confront their darkest fears and most dangerous enemies. In the end, Victor and Clara return to a changed world, where supernatural beings are no longer hidden. Victor’s decision to reveal himself has reshaped society, but new challenges await as he and Clara navigate a reality where trust is fragile and power is ever-shifting. "The Hidden Crown" is a thrilling tale of love, betrayal, and redemption, where ancient secrets collide with modern dangers, and a vampire prince must confront his past to protect the future.

Blood wasn't merely just life, it was power, currency, and divine mandate. It was the thread that kept the fragile Empire afloat, and the tool by which the favoured lord over the feeble. Blood was known to all; feared by some, and coveted by others. Streets sang with pained screams, the glorious liquid trailing forth as rivers in the shadows. In the midst of such treachery, a suffering youth strived consistently to beat the odds. Ezekiel Stormwing, a young adult with crippling responsibilities, toiled everyday to make ends meet. Living in the struggling West with his father, they laboured ceaselessly under the venomous gaze of malevolent fiends. It was a world of segregation, all moving to the will of avarice. The wealthy desired more, while the poor pleaded for so little. All chased after coveted dreams, uncaring to others around them. Life was ever moving, satiating the powerful and draining the weak. Everything was mechanical, predictable, untill eventually… it wasn't. On an occasion celebrating Nefaria’s past triumph, war erupted. Ezekiel Stormwing found himself caught in the crossfire, his life dangling away in a whirlwind of pain. In a desperate gamble to save his father, he wagered his life. Death coveted his soul, but just before his flame extinguished…it erupted, a shimmering power once sealed within him unlocked. With rejuvenated resolve, he defied faith. He manifested his desire, saving his father from certain doom. Now, after the war, his eyes settled on a new goal, one that would keep him ever close to the frigid gates of the afterlife. Will he succeed, or will destiny finally erase his existence?

Lord Dryk and all his followers were defeated centuries ago. Or so the white mages believed until the reincarnation of his very own mistress, Ramona and her campaign to resurrect the dark lord. Yet darkness could return without the promise of a savior. Wayne a mage born without the gift was shipped off to stay with his uncle Alard and his daughter Calley, another abomination to the line of magic, while his father goes off with the other mages to find the savior and bring an end to the campaign of Ramona. But in the rarest of times, when no one expected, Wayne’s gift awakened, not in the manner which everyone thought it would be, and no one sensed it except Alard, yet that wasn’t all, Calley also awakened the gift like every other mage in history attracting the eyes of both good and evil, forging the prophecy to take a form no one saw coming and with it, the beginning of a long-avoided war. *** “I am tired of waiting for saviors, Fifteen years they have searched and found nothing. My father risks his life on a prophecy that may be empty. And we sit here like sheep, praying some child will appear to save us.” “In the old tales, it was not only mages who broke Dyrk’s host at the Battle of Broken Chains. It was the swords of men, thousands of them held the line while the archmages sang their spells. Common steel bought the world its freedom when magic faltered. If this Ramona comes again, let her face more than spells. Let her face men who will not wait for miracles.” Alard studied him for a long moment, something unreadable moving behind his eyes. “And what would you have, nephew?” “Train me,” Wayne said.