Mukul woke to the soft glow of dawn streaming through his window, though his mind was anything but calm. The events of the previous night felt surreal. Three vampire brides—Seraphine, Lysandra, and Elara—had appeared in his room, speaking of powers and destinies that sounded like something out of a fantasy novel.
Yet, when he looked down at the pendant glowing faintly against his chest, he knew it was all real.
Before he could process his thoughts, a whisper filled the room. "It is time."
Mukul turned to see Seraphine already waiting, her dark eyes assessing him. Lysandra floated gracefully nearby, while Elara leaned casually against the wall, her silver eyes calm but alert.
"Your first lesson," Seraphine said, "is understanding your own limits."
Mukul frowned. "Limits? I don't even know what I'm capable of yet."
"Exactly," Lysandra said with a gentle smile. "That's why we're here. Power without control is dangerous. You must learn both strength and restraint."
Elara stepped forward, extending a hand. "Close your eyes and feel the energy within. Do not think, just feel. Let it flow through you."
Mukul hesitated, then obeyed. He closed his eyes and concentrated, focusing on the hum that had awakened last night. At first, it was chaotic, like lightning striking without direction. But slowly, guided by their presence, the energy began to settle. Warmth spread through his veins, and a tingling sensation rose to his fingertips.
"Good," Seraphine murmured. "Now, imagine it extending outward. Let it touch the world around you, not to harm, but to sense. Control it like water in a cup, not a storm."
Hours passed—or maybe minutes. Time felt different with the energy coursing through him. Mukul could feel the heartbeat of the house, the pull of the wind outside, the quiet rhythm of life around him.
Then, Lysandra's voice broke through: "There. Did you feel it? That is the beginning. You are no longer just Mukul Kamra. You are something more. Something ancient."
Mukul opened his eyes and saw their expressions—expectant, patient, but unmistakably proud. Pride? For him? It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling.
"Why are you helping me?" he asked, genuinely curious. "You could leave, disappear, or even—"
"Protecting the bloodline is our duty," Elara said softly, finishing his thought. "But also… you matter to us. You will understand why soon."
Mukul swallowed hard. "So, this… all of this is real? I have powers, and you're… my brides?"
Seraphine smiled, faintly teasing. "Brides, yes. But also, teachers, guides, allies. Your journey is only beginning. The world you knew is gone. Rival powers, secret societies, those who envy or fear you—they are all awake now."
Mukul felt a mix of fear and excitement. He was still the boy who had been bullied, who had never stood out, yet now he was at the centre of something bigger than anything he could have imagined.
Lysandra extended her hand again, this time with a reassuring warmth. "Come, Mukul. Let's begin your training in earnest. Today, you take the first step toward mastering the vampire blood—and the legacy it carries."
Mukul took a deep breath and nodded. He felt the hum of power, the weight of destiny, and the strange comfort of having allies who believed in him. The ordinary boy from yesterday was gone.
Today, he would begin to become extraordinary.
And for the first time, Mukul Kamra felt that the impossible might just be within his reach.