The more Yuyan read further, the more awakened she became. Something inside her stirred with every word—as if the story itself was breathing through her.
The tale continued.
The Vampire King, Fang Leng, had come to a chilling realization: the child he once dismissed had grown into a force to be feared. He was supposed to be the only king—the one to rule over humans, vampires, and witches. The thought of losing that absolute power twisted his soul further into darkness. His hunger for blood grew insatiable, and now, he had set his sights on the witches.
Back in the witch empire, Queen Xi Wang was torn. She didn't know what to do with the newly bound couple—her daughter Mei Lian and Prince Tian Yu. But what she didn't yet realize was that something even more dangerous was brewing.
Lady Ji Woo had betrayed them.
Actually, Lady Ji Woo was once a respected witch and seer. She had been a revered teacher, personally chosen by the Third Queen herself. In her prime, she was wise, powerful, and deeply trusted. She had trained generations of witches, and her former students now taught others. But years of retirement left her idle... and bitter.
Longing for relevance and power, she began secretly collecting all the ancient spellbooks—even those hidden deep beneath the royal library—books entrusted to her because of her reputation. But she didn't stop there.
She broke the sacred laws.
She practiced forbidden black magic—magic meant to remain sealed forever. With each spell, she grew stronger… and younger. But her soul darkened. The more power she amassed, the more hollow she became. Bitterness consumed her, twisting her once-gentle heart. She no longer wanted to guide. She wanted to rule, to be the only Seer. The only witch they would ever listen to.
And so, she allied with the one being just as power-hungry as herself— The Vampire King, Fang Leng.
Witch Ji Woo often wandered deep into the heart of the forest—far from the eyes of the palace—where she practiced her forbidden arts beneath the shroud of ancient trees. It was during one of these secret rituals that she met him.
He was a man like her. He was also lonely, mischievous, and twisted by ambition. He was also searching for power and a place in history like her.
Two souls drawn together by the same hunger—power, fame, and the desire to reshape the world. Together, they dreamed of burning the world down and birthing a new one.
That man was none other than Fang Leng, the vampire prince's uncle.
What had happened before was that Fang Leng had harbored a secret hatred for his own brother, King Xuanyin. He believed the king was weak and unworthy of the throne. He believed he should rule the vampires. Ji Woo, in turn, desired to rule over all witches and silence every voice that ever dared to outshine hers.
So they made a pact.
Together, they would take everything. They would make sure vampires, witches, and humans all bow to them. They would crush the old world and build a new one soaked in magic and blood.
And in their shared madness, Ji Woo revealed a secret no witch was ever meant to speak.
The forbidden truth of human blood.
For centuries, the witches had protected this knowledge__ the terrifying effects of human blood on vampires. It actually amplified their strength, unlocked lost abilities, and even allowed some to evolve into monstrous, godlike beings. Only the highest-ranking witches knew the full truth—and they had all sworn a blood oath never to reveal it. Not even on pain of death.
But Ji Woo broke that vow.
And now, the world would pay the price.
And so it began.
Fang Leng and his partner in crime, Witch Ji Woo, started hunting humans—quietly, methodically. Many villages vanished overnight. Travelers disappeared without a trace and whole families were wiped out in silence.
They caged them in hidden chambers beneath the vampire kingdom, feeding on them slowly, ritualistically—not just for survival, but for power.
Under his brother's very nose, Fang Leng grew stronger.
With each drop of blood, something ancient inside him awakened. His eyes burned brighter and his strength surged. His magic deepened into something darker than any vampire before him. Not even the vampire king noticed—until it was too late. He killed him and took over the vampires.
Leng Yue was no longer just a bitter prince. He became a god in flesh.
The prince's love for Mei Lian grew stronger with each passing day. It was not just a simple feeling they once had for each other, it was a bond rooted deep in their souls. And the Witch Queen knew it. She had tried to resist at first, to deny what fate had already written. But now that they were soul-bound as mates, even she could no longer stand in their way.
So she summoned the Council of Elder Witches and spoke plainly: the union would proceed.
And so the news did not stay within the council walls. It slithered through the palace like smoke, whispered between maids and murmured in corners, carried by whip-tongued gossipers. But the Queen was never one to bend to the opinions of others. She was the law. Every witch in the kingdom had always bowed to her rule—from the days of their foremothers until now, the queen's word is the law.
And yet, despite her unshakable authority, she remained deeply respected by her people. Her heart, though strong, had never been cold. She had always governed with the well-being of her subjects in mind.
Now, the upcoming wedding of Prince Tian Yu and Princess Mei Lian was all anyone could talk about. The halls buzzed with speculation, excitement, and—among some—discomfort. A few witches couldn't hide their unease. They worried that the vampire prince, once accepted by some into their fold, might one day rise against them. His blood was still foreign and still dangerous.
But no one dared oppose the union outright, not even in whispers.
Whenever Tian Yu passed through the palace, heads dipped in silent respect. He was no longer the boy who walked with lowered head, always afraid of hatred and mockery. He was now a royalty on the side of every witch.
While preparations were going on, something darker stirred in the shadows. Dark plans had been made.