Cursed By Blood, Bound By Power

eling from the surge of power that had coursed through her moments ago. The guards who had taken hold of her barely noticed the trem

omething that pulsed beneath her skin like a restless, growling animal. The power had overwhelmed her, and in that moment, when her body had reacted without thought, she had felt it. It was more th

ne thing: the Vampire King, for all his power and

thick, suffocating veil, and the ground beneath her feet was uneven with broken earth, scattered debris, and the occasional charred bone-an unse

e than tools to the Vampire King, just as she was. She could feel the pressure of their grip, their fing

t, not

like a silent, oppressive beast, black stone towering high above, casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the light. The air around t

-it was a cage, a prison made of power an

stant sound of footsteps echoing off the stone walls as they moved deeper into the heart of the fortress. At first, she thought they might t

interested in her power. Perhaps, in his twisted mind, he thought he could con

d over. She felt it now, more clearly than ever. The magic within her was different. And

guards pushed her forward, their hands no longer gentle, as if they were afraid she might try to escape, tho

th the magic of the ages. The stone floor was covered in thick, plush rugs, the colors deep and rich. Yet, despite its grandeur, t

g upon a throne of blackened

ession she could not name, but one that sent a shiver up her spine. It was as if he h

steel. "The little warrior." He tilted his head slightly, his crimson e

r her young mind to process. But one thing was clear: this man-this monster-saw her as s

re imposing. His every movement was deliberate, calculated. He was the apex predator, and she, just a helple

but it carried across the room as if it had filled the entire space. "You're wondering wh

from the smoke and the scream she ha

locking a power even I have never dared to tap into. Your father's magic, mixed with your... other side," he purred. "The werewolf blo

ere. But she knew one thing: she wasn't going to let him use her. She wouldn't become another one of his pawns.

pat, her voice gaining strength.

rous promise. "You'll learn, child. You will learn that you have no choice in the matter. But don't worry. I'll t

id not flinch. Sylva knew, deep within her, that her time was com

me came, she wo