Bloodlines of Betrayal-Chapter 10: Part : The Eternal War

Title : Bloodlines of Betrayal

Written By : Reviline James Wang

Genre : Paranormal Romance | Alpha Werewolf | Billionaire | Vampire | Family Drama.

Bloodlines of Betrayal

The blinding light from Celestia's power surged forward, crashing into the figure of the Original with such force that the very earth beneath their feet seemed to tremble. The air was charged with an overwhelming energy, a power Celestia had never before harnessed. It was as though the Lost Tome had unlocked the ancient potential within her bloodline, awakening something deep within her that she had only begun to understand.

The figure of the Original staggered back, his hands raised in an attempt to shield himself, but the light continued to flood the ruins, pushing him back further. His crimson eyes burned with fury, his lips curled into a snarl as the light burned his skin.

"You... insignificant child," the Original hissed, his voice filled with venom. "You think you can stop me with mere light?"

Celestia felt her strength waning as she held the blast of power steady, her body trembling from the effort. "I won't let you destroy everything I've fought for. Not this time."

Draven, ever watchful, stood at Celestia's side, his sword drawn and ready. His eyes flicked between Celestia and the Original, and he could see the strain beginning to show in her expression. "Celestia, don't push yourself too hard. We need to be strategic, not just powerful."

The Original roared, his body shuddering as the power Celestia had unleashed continued to press against him. But then, with a flick of his hand, the air around them thickened, and the light dimmed. The shadows twisted and coiled, wrapping around him like a cloak, and the pressure in the chamber intensified. It was as if the very walls of the temple had come to life, feeding the darkness that surrounded the Original.

"You cannot defeat me with light alone," the Original sneered, stepping forward through the dissipating glow. "The darkness is eternal. The Originals are the true rulers of this world, and with the Lost Tome, we will reclaim our power."

Celestia's breath came in ragged gasps as she fought to maintain her focus. She had felt the truth of his words, the ancient power that flowed through his veins, the same power that was now awakening inside of her. But she would not yield. Not now.

"I don't care about your so-called eternal rule," Celestia said, her voice hardening with determination. "I care about protecting those who cannot protect themselves. You've had your chance. It's over."

With a final burst of strength, Celestia pushed forward, her hands glowing with the energy of her bloodline. The light returned in a blinding wave, slamming into the Original once more. The force of it ripped through the darkness, the shadows receding under the power of her light. The Original screamed in rage, his form flickering and warping as though the light was unraveling him.

But just as it seemed he would be defeated, the ground beneath them quaked violently. Celestia's eyes widened as the temple began to collapse around them. The walls cracked, and stone began to fall from the ceiling, sending dust and debris scattering through the air.

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"Draven!" Celestia cried, her voice frantic as she reached for his hand. "We need to get out of here. It's going to collapse!"

But before they could make their move, the Original's voice echoed through the chamber, sharp and filled with unrestrained fury. "You cannot escape what is coming. The Originals are not so easily defeated. We will rise again. And when we do, nothing will stand in our way."

Celestia felt a shiver run down her spine as the air grew thick with the weight of his words. She knew this was only the beginning—the real battle was still ahead. The Originals had returned, and with them came an ancient power that could reshape the world.

But Celestia wasn't afraid. She had already faced the darkness once and survived. She had the Lost Tome, her bloodline's power, and the strength of those she loved. She would fight, not just for herself, but for everyone who depended on her.

"We'll stop you," Celestia said, her voice firm despite the chaos around them. "I'll stop you."

The Original gave one final, mocking laugh before the shadows enveloped him entirely, his figure dissolving into the darkness. The last remnants of his presence faded, leaving Celestia and Draven standing amidst the ruins of the temple, the air thick with uncertainty.

"Celestia, we need to move," Draven said urgently, pulling her toward the exit. "The temple is collapsing. We won't survive if we stay here."

Reluctantly, Celestia nodded. The power of the Original may have retreated for now, but she knew that this was far from over. The world was changing, and a new war was beginning—one that would test every ounce of her strength, her resolve, and her humanity.

As they raced out of the collapsing temple, Celestia's mind raced with possibilities. The Originals were awakening, and they would stop at nothing to reclaim the world they believed was theirs. But she wouldn't let them. Not while she still breathed.

Into the Abyss

The dust had barely settled when Celestia and Draven reached the edge of the ruined temple, the heavy stones groaning and cracking behind them. The once grand structure, a place that had housed secrets older than any living being, now lay in shambles, consumed by the very power that had sought to destroy it.

Celestia's heart raced. The battle was far from over. She could feel it deep within her bones the presence of the Originals still lingered in the air, an ominous reminder that they were not easily vanquished. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and resolve.

"We need to find shelter," Draven said, his voice low but urgent. "We can't stay here. The Darkbloods might sense the disturbance, and we're vulnerable out in the open."

Celestia nodded absently, her eyes scanning the horizon. The world beyond the temple was vast, but it felt smaller now, as if the fabric of reality itself had been frayed by the power they had awakened. The sense of foreboding weighed heavily on her, and for the first time since she'd learned of her bloodline's true nature, she felt truly alone.

But Draven was right. The Darkbloods were not the only threat. The Originals, the ancient vampires who had slumbered for centuries, were now awake, and they would stop at nothing to reclaim the world they believed was rightfully theirs.

"Where will we go?" Celestia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"We'll head toward the mountains," Draven replied, his tone steady, though his eyes betrayed the unease that had settled in his chest. "It's a place the Darkbloods and the Originals won't easily venture into. We'll regroup there."

Without another word, they set off, moving swiftly through the darkened forest that lay ahead. The trees loomed tall and foreboding, casting long, stretching shadows across their path. The air was thick with the scent of earth and damp leaves, but beneath it all was something else an unsettling chill that made the hairs on the back of Celestia's neck stand up.

As they walked, Celestia couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched. The silence of the night was oppressive, and every rustle of leaves or snap of a twig made her heart skip a beat. She had always known that danger lurked around every corner, but now, it felt different-more personal, more immediate.

"Celestia," Draven said, his voice breaking the silence. "Are you alright?"

She glanced at him, startled out of her thoughts. "I'm fine. Just... thinking."

"You're not fine," he pressed gently. "I can feel the weight of this on you. I know you're carrying the burden of what happened in the temple. But we need to keep moving forward. You can't let this consume you."

Celestia sighed, her eyes falling to the ground. "I can't help but wonder if I'm the cause of all of this. The Originals, the chaos, the awakening of my power... What if I've made a mistake by unlocking the Lost Tome? What if I've brought all of this on us?"

Draven stopped in his tracks, turning to face her. His expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding. "You didn't cause this, Celestia. The Originals have been waiting for centuries for someone like you to awaken their power. They would've found a way to return, whether or not you opened the Tome. But now that they have, it's up to you to stop them."

Her gaze met his, and for a moment, she felt the weight of his words sink in. Draven was right. She couldn't change what had already been set in motion. But she could control what happened next. She could protect those she cared about. She could fight.

"Let's keep moving," she said, her voice steadier now. "We don't have much time."

They continued their journey, the forest growing denser as they neared the base of the mountains. The sky above had shifted to a deep shade of indigo, stars twinkling faintly through the clouds. The air had a biting cold, but it didn't seem to matter to Celestia. The overwhelming sense of danger pressed down on her like a vice, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was waiting for them in the darkness ahead.

As they neared the foothills, the first signs of dawn began to break through the horizon, casting a soft light across the jagged peaks. The world felt different now-darker, as though it were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

"We'll need to find shelter before nightfall," Draven said, his voice more urgent now. "The Originals are too powerful to face head-on. We need to find out more about them, about what they're after."

Celestia nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. The pull of the Lost Tome's power still lingered inside her, like a whisper in her mind that refused to be ignored. She needed answers, and she wasn't sure where to find them. But deep down, she knew the answers lay within the ancient vampires the Originals themselves.

Before she could speak, a sudden, violent tremor shook the ground beneath them. The mountains seemed to groan as the earth shifted, and a deafening roar echoed through the valley. Celestia's heart skipped a beat as she and Draven exchanged a look of alarm.

"What was that?" Celestia asked, her voice barely audible over the rumbling sound.

Draven's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for his blade. "We're not alone."

The roar came again, louder this time, and Celestia's blood ran cold. It wasn't just the tremor that frightened her-it was the unmistakable feeling of a presence, ancient and powerful, closing in on them.

"Run," Draven ordered, his voice sharp.

Without hesitation, Celestia turned and sprinted up the rocky path, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea what was coming, but she could feel the eyes of the Originals upon her. The world had shifted, and there was no going back. The fight was no longer just about survival. It was about discovering the truth of her bloodline and using the power she had unlocked to protect everything she held dear.

And no matter what it took, she would not let the darkness win.