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I turned to face him fully. “What about it?”
“I’ve been researching. The Blood magic your mother wrote about, it’s not just forbidden. It’s tied to bloodlines. Ancient ones.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means maybe you didn’t fail to awaken. Maybe you just weren’t ready.”
“And now?”
“Now you’re angry. Now you’re desperate. Now you’re exactly where you need to be.”
He extended his hand toward me.
“Vera,” he said, voice quiet but firm. “We do this together. Take my hand.”
I looked down at it. It was pale, scarred from centuries of training, and steady.
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you find what you’re looking for.”
“Which is?”
“Your true nature.”
The moment I touched him, the world changed.
A shock of something hot and ancient ripped through my spine.
My knees buckled, and I dropped to the ground with a gasp.
“Vera?” Caelen knelt beside me, reaching for my shoulder.
But I couldn’t see him anymore.
Because I saw them-women cloaked in crimson and gold, vampires drinking from goblets of liquid fire. A river made of blood. A mountain throne rising from shadow. A voice, no, many voices, all whispering the same word:
Awaken.
Pain split through my chest, but it wasn’t pain-it was power. Every inch of me burned, as if my blood had decided it no longer belonged in mortal form.
My breath caught.
And then I screamed.
Crimson light erupted from my skin, but it didn’t burn. My eyes blurred, my fangs elongated, my fingers stretched into claws. My skin rippled with power, veins glowing like molten gold beneath the surface.
Caelen stumbled back, shielding his face from the light I didn’t even know I was casting.
“Impossible,” he whispered.
The power surged through me, and I felt my vampire nature respond-not just to blood, but to something deeper. Something primal. I could sense every heartbeat within a mile radius, could smell the fear and awe radiating from Caelen, could feel the very life force of every living thing around us.
I rose to my feet, but I wasn’t the same person who had fallen.
My reflection in the fountain showed eyes that glowed like liquid fire, skin that seemed to pulse with inner light, and an aura of power that made the air itself shimmer.
Caelen’s eyes widened as he fell to his knees.
His voice was a whisper, but it cut through the shock like thunder.
“She is… she is the Blood Princess.”
His blade dropped to the ground with a clatter.
“With the golden light.”
LUCIEN’S POV
I wasn’t supposed to be here, but it was a Conclave that I had to attend as the Lord of Shadowmere Coven.
News of Vera’s awakening had spread through every territory, and I was curious to see it myself.
We had all called her weak.
The gates of the vampire palace towered before me. Lit torches lined the path to the conclave grounds, each flame swaying in the wind like it knew something was about to change.
Voices echoed from beyond the courtyard walls, whispers, gasps, the pulse of ancient drums. The scent of night-blooming flowers and old magic hung in the air.
She was here.
Vera.
I slipped into the outer ring of the conclave platform, sticking to the shadows. Old habits.
The clearing was massive, crowds packed around its edges. Lords in ceremonial armor, their banners staked high. The High Priestess stood at the altar, her silver robes gleaming, her arms lifted in invocation.
And at the center, on her knees, was Vera.
My heart stilled.
She was bent forward, power radiating from her like heat waves, her fists clenched into the stone platform. Her body shook with the force of whatever ancient magic clawed through her veins.
The crowd was silent.
Then her scream ripped through the air, primal and raw.
Magic exploded outward in a shockwave. Crimson and gold. Blinding.
I shielded my eyes with my forearm, but I couldn’t look away.
When the light faded, I saw it. Her body transforming in front of all of us.
Power burst across her skin, glowing like liquid fire against the night. Her form shifted with sharp, fluid precision. Not breaking, but evolving. She endured it all.
And when she stood, power crackling around her like controlled lightning, veins glowing gold beneath alabaster skin, every single vampire in the court dropped to their knees.
Even me.
Even without thinking.
She raised her arms, and the world seemed to bow in response.
The royal coven knelt.
The conclave erupted into whispers of awe, as if the earth itself had been waiting for her rise.
The Blood Princess.
It wasn’t a myth anymore. It was standing right in front of me.
As the ceremony melted into celebration, music rising and dancers flooding the courtyard, I moved through the crowd, quietly, quickly, my eyes fixed on her.
She stood near the stone altar now, back in her human form. Her hair shimmered under torchlight, and even with her back turned, I could feel it.
Her presence was like gravity.
I stepped closer, and then she turned. Her eyes found mine, and everything stopped.
For a breathless second, it was just us again. No crown. No palace. Just the two of us.
Then she turned her face away and walked in the opposite direction.
Without thinking, I followed.
“Vera,” I called, catching up to her near the side archway, away from the crowd.
She kept walking.
“Vera, please.”
She stopped.
Slowly, she turned to face me.
“What do you want, Lucien?”