In the heart of England, the vampire empire stood divided.
King Draven sat at the head of the grand council table, his expression calm yet firm as he faced the anger of his brood. For the first time in centuries, a king wished for peace with humans.
"We will no longer hunt them," Draven announced. "From this day forward, our brood will live alongside humans. We will survive on animal blood—or blood from hospital banks. No more killing."
Murmurs filled the room, but none louder than his brother.
Morvane rose sharply from his seat, fury flashing in his crimson eyes. "You've lost your mind, Draven. Peace? With humans? They are beneath us. We should rule them."
Draven's jaw tightened. He had expected resistance, but hearing it from his own brother stung more deeply than he admitted. "I've made my decision," he said, voice steady. "And I will not argue about it further."
The tension in the chamber crackled. Draven turned and left the meeting room before Morvane could respond, the weight of leadership pressing heavily on his shoulders. He thought of Elise, his wife, and their child—his reason for change. He refused to let his daughter grow up in a world built on bloodshed. She would inherit his throne one day, and he wanted her to rule a kingdom that valued life, not slaughter.
But Morvane was far from finished.
He stormed after Draven, forcing his way into the king's office. "Draven, listen to me," he snarled. "You cannot seriously expect our kind to live like pathetic humans!"
Draven looked up from his desk, exhausted. "Leave, Morvane. I won't repeat myself."
For a moment, Morvane said nothing. His hands curled into fists, trembling with rage. Then he turned sharply and left, whispering a promise to himself:
This peace will not last.
Humans were obstacles—fragile creatures standing in the way of his desire to rule the world.
He returned to his own company, the façade of a human workplace hiding a brood of loyal vampire employees. Unlike Draven, whose business hired humans to ease human–vampire relations, Morvane surrounded himself only with his own kind. When he entered the building, no one dared speak; his fury was cold and palpable.
Draven and Morvane had always been opposites. Their parents saw it early—Draven's compassion, Morvane's hunger for dominance. Even though Morvane was the eldest, the crown was never meant for him.
And now, he would do anything to take it.
Draven sat alone in his office—fingers pressed to his forehead as his thoughts circled endlessly around his brother. He hated the constant fighting between them, but he had already made his decision. It was the only path he believed would protect their brood. What he didn't know was that Morvane's ambitions reached far beyond disagreement—his brother planned to conquer the world and claim Draven's throne for himself.
A knock on the door pulled Draven from his thoughts.
Kael, his trusted friend and secretary, stepped inside carrying a stack of documents. Kael was one of the few people Draven fully trusted, a loyal vampire who had stood by him for years. Draven treated him like a brother, and Kael's loyalty came from genuine respect, not fear.
"Here are all the documents you asked for, Master. You just need to sign them," Kael said.
"Thank you, Kael. And how was your wife's delivery? If you need anything, just tell me."
Kael's expression softened. "Everything is fine. We have twins. And… you've already helped me more than enough. Because of this job, I've been able to save and buy a home. So really, thank you."
Draven placed a hand on his shoulder. "You'll be a good father, Kael."
Kael smiled, though he couldn't ignore the tension clouding Draven's expression. He assumed it was because of Morvane. Without asking further, he left the signed documents and stepped out, unaware of just how heavy Draven's burdens had become.
Meanwhile, in another towering building across the city, Morvane summoned his three assassins. His anger from the earlier argument had twisted into something darker. Draven's daughter was the sole heir to the throne—and that made her an obstacle. Draven, too. Both needed to be eliminated if Morvane wanted the crown.
The assassins entered his office silently: the Three V's—Veydrik, Vorgrath, and Vorasil.
Veydrik, the eldest, was a ruthless hunter gifted with Atmokinesis, able to bend weather to his will—storms, fog, even tornadoes.
Vorgrath, the second brother, possessed Chlorokinesis, capable of controlling plants with lethal precision.
Vorasil, the youngest, was a master of Shapeshifting, slipping in and out of forms to stalk his prey.
They were Morvane's hidden weapons. No one in the brood knew they existed. For years, Morvane had used them to kidnap humans for their blood while maintaining the illusion that he followed Draven's rules.
Now, he intended to use them for something far more treacherous.
Draven was powerful—his command over the four elements made him nearly unbeatable. But Morvane had recently discovered he possessed Telekinesis and a second ability: Power Negation, the rare ability to weaken or cancel another vampire's power. Though he had not mastered it, he believed it was enough.
With a cold smile, Morvane issued the order that would shatter their brood's future:
"Prepare yourselves. It's time to remove the king… and his heir."
In Draven's mansion, Elise — Draven's wife — was planning a celebration. She spoke with their butler, Lucio, asking him to prepare everything. She wanted to honor Draven's decision to pursue peace between vampires and humans.
Lucio, their loyal butler, was human. Years ago, Draven had saved him and his grandson, Davon, from a group of rogue vampires. In return for Draven's help, Lucio chose to serve in the mansion, managing everything with dedication. Draven also paid for Davon's education because the boy had a good heart.
Both Draven and Elise trusted Lucio completely. In fact, Lucio was one of the main reasons Draven longed for a normal life — why he believed peace with humans was possible.
While Elise and Lucio were discussing the preparations, Draven arrived home from his company. Elise sensed him instantly — vampires always felt their mate's presence. Draven walked into the room with a smile, interrupting their conversation.
"It looks like you're having a serious discussion," he joked lightly.
Elise hugged him and said, "We're planning a party. I want to celebrate your decision. I'm so proud of you, honey."
Draven embraced her back, but Elise felt a hint of sadness in the way he held her. Concerned, she asked what was wrong. Draven explained Morvane's reaction — how angry and opposed he was to the idea of peace. Draven sighed.
"I don't understand why he hates humans so much… but my decision is final. No one can change it."
"You're a good king," Elise assured him. "Your decision is the right one. I'm sure Morvane was just surprised. He'll understand when he calms down."
"Maybe… I'll talk to him again when he isn't angry anymore." Draven shifted the topic. "So, when do you plan to hold the party?"
"Tomorrow," Elise replied. "It's a full moon. It's the perfect time to celebrate — vampires are at their best under a full moon."
Draven smiled. "That's a wonderful idea. I'll also introduce our daughter as the future heir to the throne. Even though she's still a baby, everyone should know Brienne."
"Lucio and I will handle the preparations. You just invite the entire brood — including Morvane," Elise said.
"I'll call Kael so he can send the message. By the way… where's Brienne? I want to see her. I missed our child."
"Davon is watching her in the garden. You can go see her now," Elise replied.
Draven went upstairs to change, then made his way to the garden. When he arrived, he found Davon carrying Brienne, playing gently with her. Draven approached them with a warm smile.
"How's my little princess? She didn't cry because she missed her daddy, did she?"
Davon smiled back. "She's doing great. Brienne isn't hard to take care of."
As the party approached, everyone in the mansion was busy. Elise wanted everything to be perfect—not just to celebrate her husband's noble decision, but also to introduce their daughter as the future heir to Draven's throne.
By seven in the evening, the preparations were complete. Draven was dressed, Elise and little Brienne were ready, and the guests had begun arriving. Together, they headed downstairs and stepped outside to the garden where the celebration was being held. Music played, lanterns glowed, and the night was vibrant.
Draven went to the front to welcome everyone.
"I'd like to introduce you all to the sole heir of my throne—my daughter, Brienne. I know she's still a baby, but I want you to know her now."
Everyone clapped warmly. Elise lifted Brienne, and Draven smiled when he saw his daughter smile back, as if she understood the joy around her.
But the peace didn't last.
Morvane suddenly arrived, clapping mockingly as he walked toward them. "So, you all agreed to my brother's useless decision," he said, eyes locked on Draven.
Draven stood from his seat. "Morvane, if you don't agree with my decision, that is your choice. But if you cause trouble here, then leave my mansion."
Morvane ignored him, poured himself a glass of wine, and smirked.
"I'll celebrate your downfall tonight too, because I'm going to take what's rightfully mine."
As he finished the drink, tree roots erupted from the ground. "This is truly joyful," he whispered.
The Three V's appeared in an instant, spreading chaos. Some vampires rushed to protect Draven and Elise, while others engaged the assassins—but the Three V's were too strong. Seeing his brood fall one by one, Draven could no longer hold back. He stepped into the battle.
"Face me. After I destroy your followers, you're next, Morvane."
Draven summoned a fireball and hurled it at his enemies. Wind howled, water spiraled, and the ground trembled under his control. He struck down the Three V's and sprinted toward Morvane. They clashed—Morvane used his telekinesis, forcing objects toward Draven, but he struggled. Draven's elemental strength far exceeded his.
Desperate, Morvane attempted power negation. He couldn't fully control it, but it was enough to weaken Draven.
Just as Draven was about to finish him, he heard Elise scream,
"Draven! Help me!"
He turned—and saw Elise trapped by thick roots, squeezing her so tightly she could barely breathe.
Draven immediately released Morvane and ran to her, but before he reached her, "Elise" grabbed him by the throat. Her form shifted—revealing Vorasil in disguise.
Draven tried to use his powers, but suddenly they weakened.
Morvane had tried power negation again—and this time, it worked.
Morvane lunged forward and stabbed Draven in the chest with a silver knife. Draven fell to the ground.
Elise screamed and rushed to him.
"Draven, don't die… we need you," she cried.
Draven could barely speak. Elise stood up to confront Morvane, but he was faster. He grabbed her by the neck.
Draven forced out a weak shout, "Don't involve Elise, you scoundrel—!"
Morvane glared at him, yanked the knife from Draven's chest, and plunged it into Elise's.
Draven froze as Elise collapsed beside him. He pulled her close with trembling hands.
Elise cupped his cheek and whispered, "I love you… and our child… so much."
"I love you too," Draven whispered back. He held her tightly, and as his strength faded, they both passed away together—still in each other's arms.
Morvane straightened and grinned. "I have succeeded in taking the throne."
As he laughed, a baby's cry echoed through the night.
He approached the stroller. The guests gasped when he lifted the child—and killed her without hesitation.
"From now on," he declared, "I am the king of this brood. Anyone who disobeys me… will share the same fate."
His eyes fell on Lucio. With a gesture, he called Vorgrath.
"Kill him. I don't tolerate humans."
As Vorgrath advanced, Morvane turned away, smiling darkly.
"Now I can carry out my plans… without obstacles."
His laughter echoed through the ruined celebration.