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Bound By Blood and Shadows

When Princess Yuyan is gifted a strange, ancient book by her father, she never imagines it would unravel everything about her previous life. The tale within speaks of an era erased from history—a forbidden love between a witch princess and a vampire prince, torn apart by their difference, bound by blood, and buried in time. But what begins as mere legend soon begins to echo too deeply. Her dreams grow vivid. A prince with silver hair calls out to her from the shadows. And piece by piece, Yuyan is drawn into a story that feels achingly familiar… Centuries ago, the vampire realm was ruled by a merciless tyrant who killed his own brother. But the witches saw hope in the fallen vampire prince __the last prince born with light in his blood, and struck a terrible bargain to protect him. Raised in secret among them, he grew up beside the witch princess and a young love bloomed between them, unaware that fate had already chosen them. Until a mark—a bite—bonded them forever. As time passed, and a prophecy warned of a dark cursed age, a forbidden spell was cast. To save the prince and preserve destiny, the bonded witch sacrificed herself. The vampire prince was sealed in sleep for a thousand years, waiting for the one who would awaken him: the Seer. Now, as Princess dives deeper into the story, she doesn’t yet realize she is reading her own past. The bond she shares with the prince stirs once more, and the prophecy begins to move. Her younger brother—quiet, haunted by visions—is actually the key that will unlock everything. But as the bond weakens and shadows rise again, the world edges toward the very darkness the prophecy warned of. Will fate reunite the vampire prince and his witch princess once more? Will he fulfill the destiny written in blood? And what exactly is the Time of Darkness… and who survives it?.
Mimi_emyior · 118.3k Views

The Vortexless death

Chaos reveals the false The chaotic is the false The enlightened ruler grows lazy before reality The tyrant imposes himself upon the world with his gaze alone The one who places a crown upon his head yet hungers for the mortal realm The one dressed as a peasant, clutching a knife, dancing wildly Come, leap up—dance while singing praises to the king So that we may pray for rain, for sun, for an eternal song to the royal line Weep? Why weary yourself with tears, O nameless one in the annals of history? Your name is but an anonymous digit, flickering for a single instant Who are you, oh self-proclaimed “I,” who are you to become the dog of “I”? The lecher sees happiness wherever his eyes fall The arrogant one—who dares bow his head to look at the road ahead? Who out there dares sing the epic of love? Who out there dares speak aloud the loneliness of the man standing in the crowd? We are far apart, yet near; we see, yet cannot touch We keep walking—why reach the place? We arrive—why have we come? Why must we still walk? The starving see crumbs and call them true love The rich look at poverty and call it truth Truth is ignorance; ignorance is numbness Do I dare walk upon the corpses of the wretched? I see truth in the poor, yet the poor cannot see it themselves Could it be—they are simply lazy? Envy toward the three laws of the sky and clouds How can I reach the high clouds, O Icarus? I arrive—my wings melt away I look—the sky scorches my eyes I speak—the wind steals my words I crave connection—the more I seek, the lonelier I become I crave money—the more I seek, the poorer I grow I crave knowledge—the more I seek, the less I believe O fallen one cast from the heavens, tell me O one who touched the horizon, show me The song that rises from this age I dance among thousands of dancers The first time I danced, I was shy Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I laughed But how dare my life fall too often? For my clothes were never made to last Dreams of splendor are like fresh green grass The dreamer climbs high into the clouds The fool tumbles into the fish pond The slave sees golden light upon the throne The hot-tempered sees the tyrant’s decree The noble sees radiance inside the treasure chest The betrayed sees happiness in lowly places The starving sees a piece of bread in a child’s hand The indifferent sees only calloused palms Majestic kingship—sullied by lowly slaves sitting beside it Pierced through by the cunning, seduced by the lovelorn Planted with flags by the zealous, lain upon by the empty Obscured by debauchery, obscured by grief “That year, I—the depraved one—came to this place, bearing countless sins of corruption. He gazed upon the eternal gate, freely trampling the eternal dark river, branding seven songs upon the dark souls of the walking dead: ‘Wrath ignites the flames of the world Lust loses the feeling of love Greed inevitably loses the self’s true will Pride shoulders the heavens it built itself Sloth helplessly watches the world collapse Gluttony is swallowed by the hunger of the earth Envy is slain by the spear of the lowly’” Thus is humanity: trampling one another while sneering in laughter, witnessing pain yet despising it War and chaos born of pride, swords and blades born of greed Bullet wounds born of rage Hunger devours even morality, greed robs the laws of heaven Rage incinerates the original heart Lust trades all things for fleeting pleasure Sloth inevitably blinds itself, pride leads to catastrophic fall Envy topples the king. The novel was written and conceptualized by me, but it has been translated into English using AI. This is rather embarrassing for me; however, I hope readers will kindly continue reading. After all, aside from the translation, the AI has not contributed anything else to the story or the work itself.
hutiBB · 64.8k Views