Once upon a time

Hello ^~^ .... To all my dear readers and writers or future ones, I would welcome you all here on my first novel writting. This story is fully published on other platforms but then being idiotic. I deleted it from there but then again I started to write it and leave it in the middle but again I decided to dedicate myself to my stories and expecting from you all to give me positive responses and appreciation for my work, however if you guys find any mistakes please bother to point out. It'll only help me to improve my writing skills and give you guys more clarity in my stories, and one more thing as I am human so their might be few things people found that this story or lines, they have see somewhere else, so I would like to tell everyone that every story is inspired by someone else mine as well but with movies and drama makes it more wild but...-_- this story and ideas is totally mine, I will throw tantrum, if someone try to copy my story.No reader nor write, just enjoy but even you find something inspiring then please mention my name. It'll really make my heart swell with joy but -_- just inspire... no being copycat because , I'll copyright on anyone try to do. Thank you for reading and understanding my emotions, Now it's a pleasure to dive into the story and yes these pictures and audio credits go to the real owner I just used them to express the characters. Thank you for everything, please don't forget to comment and share your experience with me in comments, and with your friends )

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Swish~~ [[Third person POV]]

The eternal conflict between vampires, werewolves, and pure-blood humans has captivated people for centuries. These creatures have been pitted against each other in countless Decades,serving as symbols of power, desire,And the struggle for dominance.

However, Vampires, with their immortality and insatiable thirst for blood, have long been portrayed as seductive and dangerous beings. Their eternal existence and supernatural abilities make them formidable opponents in any battle. 

On the other hand, werewolves embody the wild and untamed forces of nature. With their ability to transform into powerful beasts under the light of the full moon, they are often seen as fierce protectors of their territories.

In the midst of this eternal conflict lie the pure-blood humans, who have their own role to play. These individuals possess Massive supernatural abilities, however, because human fragile bodies couldn't resist such a change that amount of power, it only cause them, immersive pain.

           The bloodline carries a unique significance. Descendants of ancient lineages, pure-blood humans often find themselves caught in the crossfire between vampires and werewolves, serving as bargaining chips, allies, or even enemies to both sides.

              The eternal struggle between light and darkness, the lure of the supernatural, and the complexities of power dynamics.

Werewolves and vampires these clan merged by pure-blood humans. Theses allied whose merged themselves called "Unite villages"

                    Besides these kinds of villages about to adopt by many countries. Perhaps they can effectively interact with each other or, vampires or werewolves continue to be pitted and stuck in a never ending war.

It's about the back in time when ever living eternal consciousness starts getting shaped, After completing the cycle they're starting to evolve into powerful, knowledgeable people few of animals only able to adopt natural evolution, and those who aren't able to do that they'll stop growing.

                         "Remember life is not your teacher."Life never teaches us how to embrace lights, what it teaches us is living with pain and suffering, fuility"

"Our only teachers are our bound knowledge. Where we're engaged with our fantasy rather than handle challenges facing our society. We're accepting fantasy in the place of reality."

Pain, sacrifice, suffering, discomfort,anxiety, depression, dignity, disgrace and futility these words create "Reality."

Runaway, Enjoy, Happiness, love, affection, honor, honesty, loyalty these mere words fill with "fake truth which creates a world". A world where we're drawn our fantasy which is far away from the reality however, there are few (belong) which actually exist in the real world of our society but those are so, navies canvas where nuisance people around who already draw a big black line in their lives.

                 ::STORY BEING::

Unknown pov:

[3000 years ago]

The night was ink-black, the moon veiled behind thick clouds. A young woman stumbled through the forest, her bare feet slapping against the uneven ground. She ran with desperation, every breath a gasp, every step tearing at her soul. Her long, dark hair streamed behind her, catching in the branches that clawed at her like ghostly fingers. Her heart pounded as if it wanted to break free from her ribcage, and yet, she ran. She whispered something under her breath—perhaps a prayer, perhaps a name—but her words were lost in the icy wind howling through the trees.

Her doe-like eyes sparkled with unshed tears, wide with fear and a flicker of defiance. The forest loomed around her, ancient and unforgiving, as if eager to swallow her whole. Blood oozed from her feet, the cuts deep and jagged from sharp stones hidden under leaves. Still, she did not slow down. She had no choice but to keep moving. The world she had known was gone, devoured by cruelty, and all that remained was the primal instinct to survive—just a few more steps, just until she was out of reach.

The heart-wrenching silence was broken when she reached the heart of the forest, far away from the nearest kingdom. She collapsed to her knees, her body trembling with exhaustion. Her breath escaped in ragged bursts, her heart slamming violently against her ribs. Then, it hit—something sharp, like a force slamming against her back. She gasped, stumbling forward, her hands clutching at dirt and leaves as her fragile body was thrown to the ground.

She wanted to scream, but the sound died in her throat. Her doe eyes widened in terror as the edges of her vision blurred and everything dissolved into darkness.

A bone-chilling wind swept through the forest, carrying with it the sounds of distant chaos—shouts of men, the clash of swords, and the agonizing wails of the dying. It was "WAR", but here in the forest, another war raged.

Fourteen figures circled her. They were shadows in the night, creatures of pure depravity. The young woman tried to scream, to plead, but her voice was nothing more than a faint whimper. The men descended upon her with ravenous cruelty, tearing at her clothes, her dignity, her soul. They ignored her cries, their eyes gleaming with wicked hunger as they reduced her to a body—a thing to be broken, conquered.

Pain exploded through her—so sharp, so all-consuming that it dulled everything else. Her mind floated in and out of consciousness as her body was ravaged, over and over, by monsters who wore human faces. She tried to hold on, tried to keep her consciousness tethered to reality, but it was slipping away. Her beautiful doe eyes, once so full of life and dreams, blurred with tears until they clouded completely.

The forest was silent except for the soft breeze and the fading echo of her screams, swallowed by the night.

When she stirred, her entire body screamed in protest. Cold, unbearable cold seeped into her bones, though it was nothing compared to the searing pain that radiated from every inch of her battered frame. She was draped in blood—her own and theirs—a grotesque blanket that clung to her delicate skin.

A familiar figure cradled her broken body, his arms strong but trembling with grief. She whimpered weakly, her voice no louder than the whisper of wind through the leaves. Her vision was blurred, but she could make out the silhouette of the man holding her—the man who had found her too late.

He mourned silently, his head bowed, his broad shoulders sagging with guilt. Beside him lay another man—his brother—lifeless and cold, struck down in the attempt to save her. The sight of the two of them—the dead brother and the weeping man—was too much for her fractured heart to bear. She had dreamed of freedom, of peace, but all she had found was horror and death.

Her lips, stained with blood, trembled as she tried to speak. She fought through the agony that spread like fire through her throat, forcing her mouth to move, even though every breath was a battle.

"P...please," she whispered, her voice cracked and broken, "k...kill me... It... it hurts..."

Her fragile plea was like a dagger to his heart. His golden-brown eyes, once warm, now darkened to the shade of despair. He stared at her, his hands clenched, helpless in the face of her suffering. His heart felt as though it had stopped beating, as though the very essence of life had been drained from his body. And yet, she still breathed—just barely—while begging him to end it.

The world around them seemed to shatter, each breath filled with torment, each second dragging on like a lifetime of anguish.

THUD!! THUD!! THUD!!

A loud thud echoed through the silence, jerking him out of the nightmare. He gasped, sitting up abruptly in his bed, drenched in sweat despite the bone-chilling cold that seeped into his royal chambers. His broad, muscular chest heaved with each heavy breath as the memory of the dream faded—but not the pain.

He was back in his room—vast, dimly lit, and suffocating with the weight of luxury and regret. The darkened room offered no comfort, only reminders. The silken sheets tangled around his legs felt like chains, holding him captive to a past he could never escape.

His hand raked through his damp, unruly hair as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet on the cold marble floor. He buried his face in his hands, trying to steady his breath, but the young woman's voice still echoed in his mind—soft, fragile, pleading.

"Please... kill me... It hurts..."

The memory was a curse that clung to him, a wound that would never heal. His hands curled into fists, his knuckles turning white as his body trembled—not from fear, but from rage. The rage he felt was like a storm, brewing just beneath his skin, ready to consume him.

His golden-brown eyes, once bright with ambition and dreams, were now shadowed with darkness. He clenched his jaw, his muscles tightening with the weight of unresolved grief and fury. He could still feel her presence, her broken body in his arms, her whispered plea etched into his soul.

But the nightmare was over, at least for now. And yet, the war within him raged on.

He rose from the bed, his towering frame casting a long shadow in the dim room. The cold air kissed his sweat-slicked skin, but he barely noticed. He moved to the window, his eyes scanning the kingdom beyond his kingdom, the empire he had sworn to conquer, to shape with his own hands.

But what was the point of conquering the world if he couldn't save the ones who mattered most?

The thought gnawed at him, a relentless voice in the back of his mind. He could have been faster. He could have saved her. The weight of failure sat heavy on his shoulders, and the ghost of her suffering followed him wherever he went, a silent reminder of the cost of his ambition.

He clenched his fists again, feeling the veins in his arms pulse with the need for action. Something had to be done. He couldn't undo the past, but he could shape the future. He could ensure that no one else would suffer the way she had.

The world would bow before him. He would make it bow.

Because conquering the world wasn't just a dream—it was a promise. A promise to her, and a promise to himself.

And this time, he would not fail

He vows "I PROMISE"

||WILLING TO CRY||

||NOT GIVING UP FROM MY LIFE||

||CARRY BURDEN ON MY SHOULDER LIKE KNIFE||

||LEAVE YOU THAT IS WHAT I NEVER DECIDE||

^~^ ~~ORIGINALLY WRITTEN BY •••AUTHOR\>\>

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