Bloodbound

Prologue

Prologue: Awakening of Shadows

In the quiet stillness of a mist-shrouded graveyard, where time itself seemed to stand suspended, an ancient presence stirred. Beneath the pall of night, where shadows danced amongst the tombstones like specters of forgotten souls, a figure emerged from the depths of slumber.

His name was Lucian, and he was a creature born of darkness—a vampire of untold age and power. For centuries, he had lain dormant, his form entombed within the earth, his consciousness adrift in the endless expanse of oblivion.

But now, as the first tendrils of dawn brushed against the horizon, Lucian's eyes snapped open, their crimson gaze piercing the veil of darkness that surrounded him. With a deep, ragged breath, he rose from his earthen resting place, the cold embrace of death falling away like a shroud.

In that moment, Lucian sensed a disturbance—a ripple in the fabric of the vampire clans that he had once ruled with an iron fist. It was a subtle shift, imperceptible to mortal senses, but to him, it was a clarion call—a harbinger of change on the wind.

With silent determination, Lucian set forth from the graveyard, his steps echoing like thunder in the stillness of the night. As he ventured into the world beyond, his mind teemed with memories of a bygone era—a time when vampires walked the earth as undisputed rulers of the night.

But now, as he emerged into the cold embrace of the moonlit night, Lucian knew that the world had changed. New powers had risen, and old alliances had crumbled, leaving behind a landscape fraught with uncertainty and danger.

And as he set his sights on the horizon, his heart filled with a burning resolve—a thirst for vengeance that could only be slaked by reclaiming his rightful place among the vampire elite.

For in the shadows of eternal night, where the lines between human and monster blurred, Lucian knew that only the strongest would survive.

And he intended to be the last one standing.