The frozen lands of Chirosa Dominion stretch across the northernmost reaches of the continent, encased in an eternal winter where the sun is nothing more than a distant ghost behind the storm-laden skies. The mountains rise like jagged fangs around the dominion, forming an impenetrable barrier on three sides, leaving only a single path of entry—the Abyssal River, a frozen, treacherous body of water that winds its way south toward the Myralis Territory. A bridge, known as the Blood-Bound Gate, stands above its icy surface, ancient and unmoving. Only those bearing the blood of Chirosa may cross. Any outsider who dares step onto it without the blessing of vampire lineage will find the ice shattering beneath their feet, swallowed by the abyss below. This land is home to those who have forsaken the light, those who rule with fangs and steel—the Vampires, the Devil's Blood Descendants.
At the heart of this ruthless kingdom, towering above the frozen wastelands, stands Velmourn Citadel, the seat of power, a fortress of obsidian stone and ancient magic. Its blackened spires pierce the storm clouds, and its walls whisper with the voices of the countless souls lost to the dominion's cruel history. Here, upon the Frozen Throne, sits the most powerful being in the vampire realm—Varzeth Vaystriel, the Crimson Tyrant, the Blood King of Chirosa. He did not inherit his throne; he seized it. Through war, betrayal, and the annihilation of his kin, he carved his place in history, cementing his rule with the blood of thousands. Cold and calculating, he governs his dominion not with affection but with an iron grip. Even his children are nothing more than pawns in his grand design, their worth is measured only by their strength and ability to serve.
Varzeth has sired four heirs from three queens, each of them carrying the burden of their lineage. Zephiron Vaystriel aka Zeph, his eldest son and heir apparent, is a pure-blooded vampire, the embodiment of cold calculation and unyielding ambition. Known as the Blood Reaver, he is a master strategist, a commander who orchestrates battles with the precision of a well-played game of chess.
His twin sister, Seraphina Vaystriel aka Sera, bears the title of the Crimson Sorceress, gifted with the ability to manipulate her blood, shaping it into deadly weapons and shields. Together, they are the pride of their father—the future of the pure-blooded vampire race, the heirs to his frozen empire. Born to the Second queen of Noble Vampire Descent, They are highly pampered and protected. The two have always been proud and arrogant of their pure bloodline.
But not all of his offspring share their bloodline purity. Kaelith Vaystriel aka Kael, the Moon-Bound Prince, was born of the third queen, a noblewoman of werewolf descent. His existence is a contradiction—his blood is torn between the primal savagery of the wolves and the cold hunger of the vampires. Of the mix-bloods, Most of them are unable to summon their wolves thanks to their unpure blood but he is an exception. A rare but fearful existence. His body is stronger, his senses sharper, but his soul is unstable. He is treated as a cursed anomaly and kept in the shadows lest he taint the dominion's carefully maintained hierarchy. His father sees him as nothing more than a weapon, a beast to be unleashed when necessary. His wolf is a Silent Moon Sniper, who is dormant when necessary and only unleashed when summoned.
But Kael does not stand alone in this cruel kingdom.
There is one person who has never looked down upon him, never feared him, never cast him aside like an abomination. Prince Agnirasva Vaystriel—Agira, the Silent Anomaly, the Half-Blood Phantom. Born of the first queen, a human woman whose marriage to the Vampire King was nothing more than a political move, Agira is the one who should have been the weakest, the most insignificant. But fate, it seems, had other plans. Unlike his kin, he does not thirst for blood. Unlike his father, he does not wield cruelty as a weapon. His power lies elsewhere—his connection to Vitalis, the essence of life itself, allows him to resist the curse that plagues his kind. He is an anomaly in every sense of the word, a shadow that does not belong in a kingdom built on death. To the nobles, he is a stain upon their lineage. To his father, he is an enigma. But to Kael, he is everything.
Kael follows Agira like a shadow, always watching, always protecting in silence, just as Agira shields him from their father's scorn. No one dares challenge Agira openly, not when he has never lost a duel, not when he has mastered every form of combat the dominion has to offer. He is the one being Kael has ever trusted, the only one he has ever called family aside from his mother. Though Agira rarely speaks of sentiment, Kael knows—his brother sees him as more than a cursed existence. To Agira, Kael is not a half-blood, not an outcast, but simply his younger brother. And that is enough.
Among the children of the Crimson Tyrant, none is more enigmatic than Prince Agira. Unlike his pure-blooded siblings, whose fates were carved in the dominion's laws from birth, his existence is an aberration, an unanswered question that the vampires of Chirosa do not know how to define. A child whose very nature defies the purity that the vampires have protected for thousands of years. Unlike pure-blooded vampires, who inherit a fixed set of abilities passed down through their lineage, half-bloods are unpredictable. Their powers do not follow the laws of blood inheritance. They evolve, mutate, and reshape themselves into something that should not exist. Agira, in particular, possesses gifts that neither the vampires of Chirosa nor the humans of the mortal world have ever seen before.
Vitalis Dominion, the flow of life and death is a gift beyond any. Vampires are creatures of blood. They manipulate it, shape it, and use it as both a weapon and armour. But Agira does not manipulate blood—he manipulates Vitalis, the essence of life itself. This power, unheard of among vampires, allows him to absorb and redirect energy, Wounds that should have crippled him seal within seconds, but unlike vampire regeneration, his healing does not drain his vitality. Instead, he borrows life force from the world around him. He can suppress bloodlust since birth. A vampire's greatest weakness is their hunger. Even the strongest of their kind feel the pull of blood, the need to consume.
But Agira does not hunger. He does not need to drink blood to sustain himself, as he can draw sustenance from raw life energy. He can crush immortality, as a vampire's regenerative abilities rely on their control over their blood.
But if one could manipulate Vitalis, the very source of their immortality, what would happen? Agira has never tested it, but in theory, he could sever a vampire's ability to heal. This power is why his father fears him. A vampire who is not bound by their weaknesses is an existence that should not be.
The Phantom Veil is the ability to walk between life and shadow. He moves like a ghost among the living. His presence is almost nonexistent, his steps soundless, his breath undetectable. Some whisper that he was never truly alive, to begin with—that he is not a prince, but a spirit trapped in flesh.
He can erase his existence from perception. No scent, no heartbeat, no aura. Even the most advanced tracking abilities fail to find him unless he allows it. His combat is pure efficiency. He does not engage in prolonged battles. One strike. One kill. His blade never swings twice. He is a shadow that ends lives before they even realize he is there. He can step between realms. The exact nature of this ability is unknown, but sometimes, when he moves, he flickers, as if reality itself is unsure whether he belongs to this world. Some call him the Phantom Prince. Others call him the Unseen Blade. His enemies do not live long enough to call him anything at all.
While the vampires of Chirosa bear the signature crimson glow of their bloodline, Agira's eyes are an unnatural, glowing golden in shade—The Eyes of Verdant Midnight, the colour of life and decay intertwined. These eyes grant him sight beyond mortal comprehension.
He can see life itself—the way it flows through veins, the way it fades upon death, the threads that connect every living being to the world around them. He can see weaknesses. His gaze strips away illusion and vanity, allowing him to detect cracks in a person's physical form, magical defences, or even their very soul. However, a person who is equally strong or stronger than him could still resist him. Though there are not many such cases.
His Human Blood is also far more potent than that of regular human beings. This kind of blood can never dilute the vampire blood but makes it even stronger. He has a secret that is hidden from his shadow—a secret that must not be revealed to anyone or any soul. He is a fearsome existence that must hide his innermost secret.
One such secret is that His eyes are not his only merit. His ears are the merit of his human blood. Thanks to the awakening of Blood, his human blood granted him an ability that is rarer than most. His ears can hear the voice of the innermost soul. He can hear people's minds and hearts. He can hear their innermost desires and their deepest secrets but the condition is that he must look in their eyes for the longest time he is listening to their hearts.
But his blood does not bind him to the limitations of the Half-bloods as well. He does not need to refine his human blood. It is Dormant but can summon a tree of Light. His power, Vitalis is the result of the pristine amalgamation of Human and Vampire Blood. His blood doesn't reject or restrict the blood of either parent but complies in such a way that they empower each other. Such a synergic and harmonised blood combination is something that has never happened before.
Despite his overwhelming strength, Agira is not arrogant. He does not seek power, nor does he hunger for the throne. Unlike his father, who rules through blood and fear, Agira sees no value in dominance. He does not care for the politics of the court, the scheming nobles, or the ambitions of his siblings. Agira has always known what it means to be unwanted. To be seen as a mistake, an imperfection in the perfect lineage of Chirosa. After losing his mother at the age of 12, He has lived his life as a ghost, an existence neither fully accepted nor fully cast aside.
But Kael is different. He does not see him as an anomaly. Kael does not whisper about him behind his back and does not flinch in his presence. To Kael, Agira is simply his older brother. An older brother who shields him from every scorn and ridicule. Kael has always been the only light in the dark world of Agira. He has always run towards his brother with eyes full of innocence and admiration. The only eyes that never avoided his gaze for the fear of giving away his deepest secrets. Kael is pure and upright. Despite all the darkness that surrounds him, Kael has always remained an optimistic and honest individual. He is a moon that shines bright and that is why Agira has always protected him as the Darkness that surrounds it.
The court believes Kael is nothing but a beast, a creature of raw strength and untamed fury. But Agira knows better. He has watched Kael fight, watched him suppress his instincts, watched him endure the ridicule of their father and siblings. And Agira knows one thing with certainty—Kael is stronger than they believe. Stronger than he might even realize. So long as Agira lives, no one will touch his younger brother. No one. An untainted Bond of 5000 years. The Shadow That Watches, the Blade That Strikes. The strongest bond of brothers can never be broken. As it stems from their love and care for each other.
An unbreakable law governs the kingdom of vampires—the strong rule, the weak perish. But strength alone is not enough to sustain a bloodline. The vampires of Chirosa face a great curse. Their ability to reproduce is limited, for their blood is too potent and too dangerous. To continue their legacy, they must seek the Blessing of Divine Amnesty, a sacred phenomenon granted by the Temple of Vitality. Located at the heart of the dominion, this temple houses the Stream of Divine Amnesty, a mystical fountain said to be a gift from God's Heir himself. It is through this stream that vampires are granted the ability to conceive, but only once in their lifetime, and only with their destined mate. For this reason, many vampires search for their fated one, wandering through eternity in hopes of finding the key to their lineage's survival.
But even this divine blessing comes with its burdens. Only those deemed worthy by fate may find their mate, and only those chosen by the temple may pass its sacred trials. The nobles guard this secret fiercely, ensuring that only those of the highest bloodlines may partake in the ritual. Those who fail are condemned to a life of solitude, forever unable to sire an heir.
Despite the dominion's imposing strength, all is not well within its borders. Whispers of rebellion grow louder, stirring in the depths of the Northern Reaches, where long-forgotten clans plot their vengeance against the Vampire King. The Frozen Guard, the elite soldiers sworn to protect the dominion, have begun to show signs of fracture, divided in their loyalties between the king and his ambitious heirs. The noble houses, once bound by unwavering loyalty, now play their games in the shadows, each vying for greater influence over the throne.
And looming over it all is the king's fear—that his throne, the very seat of his power, may one day be taken from him. Varzeth is a warrior, but he is also a man who knows the nature of ambition. He does not trust his children. He does not trust his generals. He does not trust his blood. And perhaps, he is right to be wary.
For in the darkness of the dominion, something ancient stirs. A force older than the Vampire Kings, older than the dominion itself. A force that has lain dormant, waiting for the moment to reclaim what was once lost.
Agira's existence remains an enigma to the dominion. The nobles watch him with caution, his father with unease, and his siblings with mistrust.
No one knows where his true loyalties lie.
Will he stand beside his father, aiding him in ruling the dominion?
Will he stand against him, taking the throne with his own hands?
Or will he simply disappear, a shadow lost to time?
For now, Agira offers no answers. He merely watches. Waiting.
And when the time comes for the dominion's greatest war...
The Silent Anomaly will finally make his move.
The game has begun. The shadows move. And the Frozen Throne may not remain untouched for long.