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Bloodpact: The Chronicles of the Veil

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A witch with a hidden legacy. A vampire prince bound by prophecy. A hunter torn between duty and desire. In a world where supernatural races rule behind veils of politics and blood, Seraphina Vale, a defiant witch, is forced into an ancient ritual that binds her fate to the last person she ever expected—Lucien Draven, heir to the vampire throne. But Lucien is no monster. He’s charming, dangerous, and cursed by a secret that could destroy the fragile truce between species. Enter Damien Crowhurst—a lethal vampire hunter with a vendetta... and a weakness for the very witch he swore to hate. As war brews in the shadows, a deadly love triangle explodes into a whirlwind of betrayal, forbidden magic, and twisted destinies. Old gods stir, bloodlines awaken, and the Veil between life and death begins to crumble. Enemies become lovers. Lovers become enemies. In this world, trust no one. Love no one. Or die trying.
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Chapter 1 - A Shadow Between Fangs

Episode 1: The Night the Pact Was Broken

The blood moon rose, swollen and furious, casting its pale red light across Ravenglade — a gothic city where ancient stone towers stood beside humming rune-powered cars, and centuries of magic hummed just beneath the cobblestones.

Inside the once-holy cathedral, now the neutral grounds of the Council, a fragile silence stretched.

Witches lined the balconies above, black-robed and still as carved statues. Vampires lounged like royalty below, fangs flashing with amusement. Werewolves stood tense, broad shoulders twitching beneath worn leathers and iron pauldrons.

In the center of it all stood Elara Nightshade — a seventeen-year-old girl with no noble blood, no power, and no understanding of why her presence here had started a war.

She wasn't supposed to be here.

But last night, her blood flared blue.

Witchblood.

The Council had summoned her. Judged her. Argued over her fate.

"The Pact was clear," hissed Archduke Malrec, his voice smooth as poisoned wine. "No unregistered witch shall live unbranded. She is either a spy, or a mistake."

"She is a child," countered High Matron Silvra, her staff glowing with cold violet light. "And she is one of ours."

Whispers rose. Teeth bared. Fangs glinted in torchlight. Centuries ago, the vampire lords, witches, humans, and werewolves had forged the Bloodpact — a truce built on blood and necessity.

But tonight, it would break.

Elara stood frozen. Heart pounding. She barely noticed the eyes burning into her — crimson, ancient, piercing.

Prince Riven Duskbane, heir of the Crimson Court. A vampire with shadow for a soul… and something else in his gaze she couldn't name.

Then came the howl.

Low. Furious.

From the south gate.

And then— BOOM.

The world exploded.

Wolves burst into the cathedral, spells ignited the air, and centuries of peace shattered in an instant.

A clawed hand grabbed Elara and pulled her back — not vampire. Not witch.

Werewolf.

"You're not safe here," he growled. "Come with me if you want to live."

Golden eyes met hers — wild, defiant, aching.

She ran.

Into the flames.Into the shadows.Into a world that would never be the same again.