The Imperial Blood

The Imperial Blood

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Aiden lived the normal life of an 18 year old, well, almost. He was rich, living prosperously and able to attain everything he ever wanted but nothing could ever satisfy him. He always felt something missing, a part of him, yet, he doesn't know what it is. When the shipwreck occured, the only logical survival instinct for everyone was to get onto the closest land they see but what if that was the exact thing they should've been staying away from? What if the vampire that saved their lives from the werewolves was only another predator waiting to pounce? What if what Scarlet said about Aiden's past life was true, that he really was the royal blood to the vampire empire? What if genocide truly is the only way to end this war once and for all? The true question is what if he was the key the prophecy was talking about, how was he going to save everyone without dying trying again and without killing his soulmate?
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"Aiden, is it true?" My voice trembled as I searched his cold, distant gaze, feeling the ground shift beneath me. Tears blurred my vision, but I fought to focus, desperate for him to deny the accusations. I needed him to assure me that the man I had loved since college had not betrayed me. I wiped my cheeks and grasped his hands, the warmth of our shared moments now a painful memory. "Please, Aiden... say something." For a heartbeat, silence enveloped us, thick and suffocating. Then, his voice sliced through the stillness, sharp and devoid of emotion. "Isla, I'm sorry. But what you've heard... it's true." Time seemed to freeze as disbelief crashed over me like a tidal wave. His words lingered in the air, cold and final, as I searched his eyes for the warmth that once danced there. But all I found was emptiness. Where had the man I loved gone? How had everything we built vanished in an instant?

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