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Cursed By Blood, Bound By Power

Cursed By Blood, Bound By Power

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Chapter 1 The Village's Last Breath

Word Count: 1273    |    Released on: 17/04/2025

ped through the trees. A strange stillness hung in the air, like the world

ttages, the barns, all reduced to ashes. The people who had once lived here-proud mages and humble farmers alike-lay sprawled in their own blood. Th

ing but her tears spent, her throat raw from screams too m

eautiful features twisted in horror. Her father, a sorcerer of great renown, was nowhere to be seen, and the child knew that meant he was already lost to the flames. His final act-the ma

ot even for the village, whose faces she had known since birth. What remai

m the shadows

he weight of his presence. Th

crimson eyes burned like embers, scanning the devastation with a cold, indifferent gaze. He had been the one to le

the Vampire King, of his power, his ruthlessness. His very name was whispered in fear. She had always thought of him as a monster, something distant

on her, sharp as a blade. He took a step closer, his shadow swallowing her whole. "The last of your kind, I presume. A fitting end for a village of weaklings. But

wills with a mere glance. But she didn't look away. She couldn't. Not now. Her father's magic, the power he had passed on

ed, his voice dark and playful, like

g ancient, something that was not human. She had no name for it, no understanding, but it was there, in her c

" she asked, her voi

o will teach you what it truly means to have power." His eyes narrowed, studying her like a puzzle that intrigued

nswer. She cou

a cold finger against her cheek. The touch sent a jolt through her, a shiver that ran down her spine, not from fear, but from an unfamiliar sense of powe

ng, more out of instinct than thought. "I will

ver her, the weight of his presence suffocating. But then, he chuckled softly, low and

I did not expect. There is strength in your blood, strength I could use. You will be mine, child.

She had already lost everything. But there was a strange, burning feeling inside her, something s

e child, a strange, powerful pulse of energy rippled through the air. Sylva's eyes widen

e beast with

f raw power, she slammed into the nearest soldier, sending him crashing into a nearby wall. Her body burned with energy, her se

shment, his eyes narrowing wi

only growing. She looked at him, eyes wide with rage, confusion, and

" she whispered.

ual rise against the Vampire King. Her struggle against her fate, combined with the awakening of her latent power, gives readers

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