Bloodline of Destiny
ther in a tempest that seemed to cling to the ancient forest clearing. It was
. Around it, a circle of creatures gathered; vampires with eyes like molten rubies, werewolves whose claws twitched in barely-contained agg
d defiant even as her strength waned. She was the one who had spoken the prophecy, her words echoing across centuries, igniting fear and ambition in the hea
d. "For centuries, this witch's prophecy has hung over us like a blade," he said, his voice low and commanding. "A child who will tear the veil, who will bring ruin
the gathered creatures, though some
rdening. "You brought this upon yourse
oarse but filled with venom. "You canno
agger etched with runes that pulsed faintly with male
by the flickering torches that ringed the clearing. The tension in th
lood spilled over the altar, pooling in its ancient grooves. The air shifted immediately, a charged curr
eyes locked with Kael's. "My blood will not bind the prophecy. Hear me O ancien
on the wind like ash. For a moment, silence reig
shadows
ion, yet it felt as though he had always been there, watching from the edges of reality. His face was
ing. "Who are you?" a werewo
pha, drawing blood. "Only fools do
You fools," he said, his tone laced with dark amusement. "You've only quickened th
and. "Lies," he spat. "The ritual was flawless. He
d now the prophecy stirs. You've opened the door you sought to seal," he smiled as if
spers, faint but growing, filled the space; unintelligible words that carried a sense of foreboding. Th
aid, his voice softening to a near-whisper. "The child will come, and no
bling with restrained fury. "If you
with a voice laced with quiet menace, he replied, "You don't stop it
the shadows, leaving the gather
down on them. For the first time, Kael's confidence wavered. He glanced at the altar, where the
live, and it was c