In ancient Salt Lake City, a desperate doctor named Erick Kramer sought to save his beloved wife, Mina, from an incurable disease. Desperation led him into the depths of the forest, where he met a reclusive witch. She offered him a potion, crimson as life itself, that miraculously healed Mina overnight.
But salvation came with a curse.
The townspeople, consumed by fear and superstition, accused the couple of witchcraft. Before dawn broke, Mina was burned at the stake, her screams echoing through the valley.
Shattered and blinded by grief, Erick returned to the witch. He begged for power, not for salvation this time, but for vengeance.
The witch, a secret servant of the demon Uphir, listened with a smile. She promised him strength beyond imagination in exchange for his soul. A pact sealed with blood, the blood of a bat, gave birth to the first vampire.
Erick's brother, Ulisses, a humble merchant, tried to stop him. But fear of losing his only family, and his own pride, led him down the same doomed path. On the night of the full moon, his blood fused with that of a wolf, and the first werewolf was born.
Their curses tore open a rift in the world's balance. From that wound, new horrors crawled into existence: ravenous Wendigos, sinister witches, sea-born abominations, mummies cursed to wander forever, and countless other monsters. All of them, in one way or another, traced their corruption back to the same pact, and the same demon.
Thus began the eternal war between vampire and werewolf, two cursed brothers dragging all of humanity into darkness.
1990s — Salt Blake City, USA
Christopher, a half-human werewolf, and Alyra, a pureblood vampire, defied both their worlds when they fell in love.
From that forbidden union, twin daughters were born — children who were never meant to exist.
Raised in secrecy, hidden from the eyes of the clans, the girls grew up surrounded by silence and shadows.
From an early age, it was clear they were different.
Kimberly inherited her mother's vampiric blood but could walk under sunlight without burning. Her sister... stronger, wilder — her father's reflection in every strike, in every determined stare. Together, they trained to control the chaos within their veins — the fragile balance between the beast and the human.
In time, their parents gave them relics of their bloodlines.
Alyra gifted Kimberly the Crimson Pendant, a family heirloom that pulsed with power when touched by blood.
Christopher handed his other daughter an ancient amulet, said to hold the spirit of the wolf pack.
They were more than keepsakes — they were promises of legacy and destiny.
But promises mean nothing to hatred.
One cold night, fire consumed their home.
The clans had discovered the truth.
Screams, steel, and flames filled the air. Christopher roared until his breath failed. Alyra fought until the sun rose.
And Kimberly — terrified — was forced to hide in the cellar, hearing every crash, every dying cry, every heartbeat fade above her.
When silence finally came, her world was gone.
Emerging from the ashes, she found only ruins.
No bodies.
No survivors.
Only the stench of smoke and blood, and the echo of what once was a family.
Kimberly never truly knew what happened that night.
Maybe the fire consumed them all. Maybe the clans took their bodies.
But to her, the truth was simple: they were dead.
From that day on, she swore to never be a victim again.
She would hunt what hunted her family.
Destroy every monster that dared to exist.
Through blood, sarcasm, and fury, she became something new — a hunter who laughs to keep from crying, who bleeds to remember she's still alive.
That night, Kimberly stopped being just human.
That night, the Halfblood Hunter was born.