An eminent girl who was known for her profound capability to exterminate any evil existence not knowing the fated ones she has eagerly searched for centuries are the feracious vampire kings that enjoy basking themselves in darkness. Nevertheless, be...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
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2003
The air in Thalyss Kaemar shifted, growing heavier with an unseen force.
Davin Viatrix stood in the center of the forbidden land, his eyes locked onto the intricate runes etched into the obsidian stone beneath their feet. The magic humming from them was ancient, powerful, and deeply unnatural—yet it was the only path forward.
In his arms, Mavis remained deathly still. Her body, once radiant and full of life, felt fragile, her golden hair dulled, her breath barely a whisper against his chest.
The others surrounded him—his sons, Mavis's mates, and her friends. Their gazes bore into him, waiting. Doubting.
Arien broke the silence first.
"Are we certain about this?" His voice was sharp, but beneath it lay something unsteady.
Davin exhaled, his fingers instinctively tightening around Mavis. "You heard what she said" Arman interjected, his fists clenching at his sides. "Thalyss Kaemar is the only way. We have to unlock the seals"
"And you don't find it suspicious?" Aro's voice cut through the tense air. His crimson eyes gleamed warily as he surveyed their surroundings. "The very place meant to imprison darkness is now the key to saving her?"
Caius scoffed. "This place is wrong" his voice held an edge, his gaze scanning the imposing abyss around them. "It's as if we've walked into a carefully laid trap"
Marcus, though silent, nodded in agreement, his expression grim.
Davin listened, their words stirring something inside him—a gnawing sense of unease.It did feel wrong.
The magic beneath his feet wasn't just ancient—it was too still.
Too patient.
Like it was waiting for them to make a move.
A trap.
The thought coiled in his mind, cold and suffocating, but he pushed it down, refusing to let his resolve waver.
This was for Mavis.
His hesitation, however brief, did not go unnoticed.
Atlas.
Unlike the others, who were too caught up in their own emotions, Atlas was watching him—really watching him. His sharp blue eyes flickered with something calculating, something knowing.
