Three centuries ago, reality tore open and parasites from another dimension poured through. They didn't just kill humanity—they consumed it, wearing human faces while spreading like a plague through every major city. 

The strong became Originals, commanding lesser generations in a hierarchy of monsters that humanity calls Bloodsuckers.

Now they own everything. Governments, corporations, entire cities bow to creatures that should be myths. 

That's when the  Shadowguard was born. They were humanity's elite hunters equiped with the skills and tools to put an end to the bloodsuckers. But they became nothing more than political tools, protecting the wealthy while the poor got harvested by Bloodsuckers like cattle.

Kaine Cross was one of the best hunters alive until he walked away from the corruption. He decided to become a solo hunter. 

Unfortunately, going freelance got him killed by the very monsters he'd spent twelve years learning to destroy.

Death was supposed to be final. Instead, Kaine awakens in an ancient tomb with a system that makes him something the bloodsuckers have never faced—a predator that grows stronger with every kill, commands armies of the dead, and turns their own kind against them.

Every kill feeds his strength. Every corpse becomes a loyal soldier. Every battle expands his growing army until even vampire lords will bow or join his ranks permanently.

[LEGENDARY WEAPON ACQUIRED: SOUL END - THE DEATH REAPER]
[SKILL UNLOCKED: CORPSE DOMINATION - UNLIMITED ARMY CAPACITY]
[MORTAL ESSENCE SYSTEM: ABSORB POWER FROM EVERY KILL]

Zombies. Liches. Reapers. Wights. Revenants. And even monster girls; beautiful, deadly creatures once enslaved by the vampires now serve at his side, bound by Kaine’s will or by lust, vengeance, and freedom.

He's not a hero. Heroes save people. Kaine Cross collects enemies and turns them into allies, whether they want to be or not.

The vampires ruled through fear for centuries. Now they're about to learn what happens when death itself holds a grudge.

Join Kaine as he builds an unstoppable army of undead and monster girls, and leads them on a path of blood-soaked revenge.

Build an army. Claim your revenge. Rule the dead.

Her face tilted up toward his, lips slightly parted, eyes dark with want. Kaine could feel his carefully constructed walls crumbling, could feel himself forgetting all the reasons why this was a bad idea.


"You don't know what you're getting into," he said, his voice rough.


She didn't flinch. Didn't blink. She wanted this. Him. Right now. Not in the abstract, not as a safe fantasy—but the bloodied, exhausted man standing half-dressed in front of her, cold to the touch, dangerously alive.


His hand moved to her face—firm but gentle—tilting her chin up as he kissed her.


Chapter 47 - Neighbourly (+R18)