The Vampire's Sorcerer

Celestar Satine was a sorcerer on the run. He had stolen a royal warlock's spell book and lost it the same day to a group of bandits. He was wounded, his pride was hurt, and worst yet, he had lost his last chance. A curse had been placed on his bloodline, dooming him to die at 30. The Royal Magic Tower has the sole formula for making the philosopher's stone. Magic ran through his veins, but it ravaged his body. His life has been a battle of having immense potential but nowhere to direct it. Dragging his ragged body through a small town, he found a building still lit by a fireball. Celestar walked into the bookstore filled with more than he thought he needed.

Veldros de Dolores was an old-world vampire. He has spent millennia drinking bland, unremarkable blood. He was one of the last members of his coven to appoint a thrall or sire fledgling descendants. He spent most of his days wasting away in his bookshop. His only source of amusement is writing books and selling copies of his old diaries. Many passersby were enchanted by the ever-changing pulp fiction in the darkened small bookstore. The bookstore was open overnight, collecting unusual visitors. One night, a blood-soaked man stumbled in. The smell of his blood would leave Veldros forever enchanted.