I had never known my wife's story before I met her—until this magical journal came into my care. It was unfinished when I found it, tucked away in the household I transferred to. Being a bookworm then, and still today, I was drawn into her story—a tale that truly began a thousand years ago.
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In a hidden realm beyond human knowledge, Celestoria lay beneath the still shadow of the moon. The land was divided between Mystra Netherwyn, home to mythical beings, and Nocturnal Haven, the realm of night creatures. It was here that a vampire heiress of the Knightrose clan lived—a remarkable yet terrifying warrior princess who would later be known as the Bloody Conqueror and queen. She ruled justly until her uncontrollable power grew so immense the heavens sealed her away—not as punishment, but to give her time to master her strength.
But fate had other plans. It found a way to bind two souls from different races—a vampire and a Fenrir—into an unyielding, magical love. Their bond won every obstacle, even though their lives were marked by trials and sorrow. Their love was far from perfect, yet their souls bore the proof of true devotion.
Darkness, however, always lurked nearby. They say the Fenrir sacrificed herself to save all, her soul bursting into the wind—scattered across the two lands, finding refuge in relics and heirlooms. One fragment, however, traveled through time itself to find a chosen vessel: a fragile, dying infant.
For years, the Bloody Conqueror queen searched for these scattered souls, but her efforts were in vain. That was until a traveling pack of werewolves came to stay with them in 2005. And then, in 2010, a fateful incident sparked a new beginning.
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Year 2010,
After every war, after every sorrow and rebuilding, peace always arrives. Around Nocturnal Haven, a peaceful nation of night creatures known as the Shadowveil Kingdom flourished. Yet, the land ruled by the Knightrose family, home to powerful vampires, had endured years of hardship. But something about this year felt different—unfolding in ways no one expected.
'BERNILA, STOP RUNNING! WE'RE NOT IN OUR PACK!'
A father and a gamma werewolf chased their only daughter, who darted freely through the lush courtyard of the Knightrose manor. The courtyard often echoed with laughter whenever the young girl visited. But as she played chase with her father, she suddenly stumbled into a cold, solid form. Startled, she braced herself to fall, but the figure steadied her, keeping her upright.
Her wide eyes met a pair of stunning, cold, and unreadable, bloody mauve eyes.
'Beautiful,'
An innocent whisper had escaped the young girl, softening the icy stare of the woman before her. When her gentle hand reached out, everything around them seemed to ignite. The woman felt a rush of familiarity—a spark of old love mingled with something new—melting the ice that had wrapped around her heart for so long. And then, for a rare moment, a faint smile touched her cold exterior, mesmerizing the young girl even more.
In that brief flicker, the woman saw it—the family mark that belonged only to her soulmate.
'What's your name, young lady?'
'Bernila Daquila. And you?'
'Mirxalyn Knightrose, queen of this land.'
'Thank you for letting me and my family stay here.'
'As long as you need, you may stay—even here, in my house.'
'Really? Can I do that?'
'Only if you behave.'
'I will, but…'
'But?'
'I don't think I deserve it.'
'Whoever said that, don't believe them. When I say you deserve to live here, then you do. Can you promise me that?'
'Since you're beautiful when you smile, okay—I'll marry you.'
The innocent proposal echoed through the courtyard, surprising both sets of parents watching nearby. But to the queen, it softened her even more—a proposal she never expected, stirring her heart and warming her entire being after years of heartache.
'Marry me? Why would you want to marry me?'
'Because you're beautiful, and you let me stay here—just like Mama and Papa live with me.'
'It's me who doesn't deserve your kindness, young lass.'
'You do. So don't cry anymore. I'm here now. Smile.'
A brave, gentle hand wiped away the queen's cold tears, and a soft giggle floated on the wind. The moonlight wrapped around them, illuminating a vow blessed by the heavens.
'Then on your twentieth birthday, come to me—and marry me.'
'Promise?'
'I vow it.'
But peace did not last.
By mid-year, danger entangled the young, weak omega, enraging the queen and igniting a brutal war. Swords clashed, fangs bared, and claws raked through the stormy night. Blood soaked the earth, screams filled the air, and innocent lives were lost. Yet, no Knightrose would yield. No one could suppress the wrath of the Bloody Conqueror queen.
She became terror incarnate—slaughtering rogues and nomads alike, ensuring none disturbed their peace. Yet her fury worried her family. Only the young lass could calm the raging beast.
'STOP! Please, Mirxa… no…'
The queen halted, rage still burning inside, but when the trembling hand of the innocent girl grasped hers, her knees buckled. She knelt, allowing the young lass to cup her face and cry on her behalf.
'Don't cry anymore. I'm here. You're safe now. Sleep, my love.'
Though young and gentle, Bernila's voice carried a strength that touched the queen deeply. Mirxalyn trembled, tears falling as their foreheads met. Surrounded by an unforgotten love, they knew it was not yet their time.
Bernila collapsed into the queen's arms, unconscious. Mirxalyn's tears sealed the young lass's memories, whispering a vow.
'Tonight, we slumber in one beat; one remembers, and one is sealed. But in due time, together we'll become one where no force could even stop us.'
Only a vampire, her mother—a werewolf friend, a Luna—and an old acquaintance, a shaman, knew the truth: two bonded souls fell asleep in each other's arms, sealing a promise of an eternity.
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I stopped turning the pages, knowing they were still unfinished and waiting—just like the love they told of. But as I close this journal and look back on those days, I remember: the true story is only just beginning.