The Promise to Bloodmoon

  The night sky glowed red under the Bloodmoon, casting eerie light over Blackthorn Keep. The ancient castle stood tall, its towering spires disappearing into the darkness. Tonight was a night of destiny—a promise made in blood, a fate bound by secrets, and a betrayal waiting to unfold.

  Vespera stood on the balcony, her silver hair shining under the Bloodmoon’s glow. She traced the mark on her wrist—an ancient symbol of their vampire covenant. Below, the courtyard was filled with whispers and flickering torches. The Midnight Council had gathered, called upon by the elders to make a decision that could change everything.

  Yuvan stepped out of the shadows behind her. "It’s time," he said, his golden eyes sharp. "Keven is waiting."

  She turned to face her brother. Yuvan had always been her protector, the only one who truly understood the weight of their destiny. They had survived centuries of battles, bound by blood and loyalty.

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  Vespera took a deep breath. "Are you ready?"

  Yuvan smirked. "I’m always ready."

  The great hall loomed before them as they entered. At its center stood Keven, his dark cloak flowing behind him as he faced the council. His presence was strong—both dangerous and captivating. He turned as they approached, his crimson eyes locking onto Vespera’s.

  "Vespera, Yuvan," Keven greeted them. "We are standing at the edge of a war. The mortals have entered our territory. What we decide tonight will shape the future of all vampires."

  Vespera clenched her fists. "Then we must make them regret it."

  A murmur spread through the council. Some nodded in agreement, while others exchanged worried glances. The tension in the air was thick.

  "There’s more," Keven continued. "A traitor is among us. Someone from our own kind has broken the Bloodmoon’s promise."

  Yuvan’s expression darkened. "Who is it?"

  Keven’s lips curled into a knowing smile. "That’s what we must find out. But when I do, there will be no mercy."

  A sudden cold breeze swept through the hall, making the torches flicker. Shadows twisted and moved along the walls as if they were alive, whispering secrets in the dark.

  Vespera’s heart pounded. The Bloodmoon had risen, and with it, a war they never expected.