Chapter 130: Orc and Vampire 

Killian’s POV 

“Damn it.” 

The peaceful night shattered completely. 

The desire to retreat to my chambers, lulled by my late lover’s melancholy piano tunes, was now nothing more than a distant wish I had known this would happen. Even before the first scream before the clash of steel against bone, the shattering of stone, or the sound of claws and teeth tearing through flesh. 

I tilted my head back to gaze at the sky, my senses overwhelmed by the metallic scent of spilled blood and the stench of death, already rotting on the earth. 

And it all came from one race, the vampires. No better than orcs. Just as repulsive. The only difference was the vampires‘ appearance was slightly more pleasing to the eye. 

From the balcony of my palace, I stood motionless, the cold wind tugging at my coat as I watched my soldiers pour into the courtyard like a tidal wave. Below, chaos bloomed. Pale and starving vampires moved in packs, their eyes glassy with hunger. And among them, the orcs charged. 

Big, green–skinned bastards with tusks and tangled hair, howling like rabid dogs, swinging crude iron clubs and jagged knives. I watched one of my guards seize an orc by the throat and hurl it against the stone wall like a ragdoll. Another overturned a wagon, smashing it to pieces. 

Vampires and orcs. Together. A combination I’d never seen before. And I wondered which idiot had opened the gates of the underworld and let them loose. Orcs couldn’t be trusted. My hand clenched so tightly it went white. When I found whoever was responsible for this, I’d rip their head from their shoulders. 

Leonidas appeared beside me, his expression grim, a sharp contrast from the man I’d seen earlier with Sean. 

“Looks like this show started a little early, he muttered. 

“They’re testing the borders,” I growled. “Seeing how far they can push.” 

“And?” Leonidas asked, though he already knew the answer. 

“They’ll die.” 

As if my words had been a signal,.my forces surged forward with renewed fury. Silver swords gleamed under the moonlight, `arrows whistled through the darkness. Most of my soldiers had already shifted into their wolf forms. A vampire’s head went flying. An orc collapsed beneath the weight of five spears. 

But it wouldn’t be enough. This little skirmish was nothing compared to what was coming. 

I could already imagine it, seeing these creatures crawl out of the darkness in numbers too great to count. 

My anger simmered and boiled beneath the surface. I was still holding myself back, resisting the itch to tear through flesh and bone. A king doesn’t dive into every battle. They watches, chooses the right battlefield, and strikes where it matters 

most. 

“We can’t let this stand,” Leonidas said, leaning his elbow against the marble railing. “You know what happens when those two crawl into bed together.” 

Of course I did. Slaughter. Cities reduced to ash. Kingdoms wiped from existence. Other horrors no one dared to name aloud. 

“We summon the Council. Tonight. I didn’t build them to sit around enjoying their comforts,” I said, my gaze darkening. 

“And if those old cowards drag their feet?” 

I turned to him, my eyes as cold as ice. 

“Then we raise the banner of war.” 

Leonidas grinned. “Knew you’d say that.” 

The council chamber felt suffocating the next day. Ancient walls hung with dusty banners. A long, black obsidian table stretched down the center of the room. The Council had gathered; the Alphas, the Elders, representatives of every major house and allied race. Even Jayden was there, his usual relaxed demeanor replaced by tension. 

When the doors closed, the air thickened with rising voices accusations,excuses. 

“We must defend our world! Set aside our grud 

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“This has been the werewolf Pack’s problem from the start-” 

“If the Orcs are here, it means the treaty’s failed! Do you want to waste time pointing fingers?!” 

I listened to their nonsense with my arms crossed, my eyes half–lidded. They argued like pups fighting over a bone. I could 

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feel my nerves fraying and then finally, I rose to my feet. 

The room fell silent, cut off mid–sentence like a throat being slit. 

“If any of you would use your brains for a moment,” I began, my voice as cold as winter itself, “and think this is just one faction’s problem, then you’re already dead.” 

No one dared to speak. I let my gaze sweep the room, daring anyone to challenge me. 

“We are facing a reborn ancient alliance: orcs and vampires. And here you are, still clinging to your hatred for one another just because you’re of different races?” 

My voice rose an octave. “I’ve seen this before, long before any of you here, you young fools.” 

“I will not let history repeat itself on my land. You’re lucky I have more mercy in this era because if it were the old me, 1 would’ve simply stood by and watched you all burn from the heights of my castle,” I added coldly. 

The color drained from their faces. Some shifted uncomfortably. Others averted their eyes. 

“Now, my wayward children, we either stand united, or we shatter into pieces. Make your choice. Quickly.” 

Silence crept across the room. When no one spoke, I turned to the guards. 

“Clear this chamber until they can learn to act like grown men,” I ordered. 

The guards rushed to obey, moving quickly to herd the council members out. One by one, the so–called Council filed out, most of them avoiding my gaze as they left. Only one person remained behind. 

Jayden. 

He lingered near the long table, one eyebrow raised. “Didn’t think you’d throw the entire room out.” 

“I have no patience for fools,” I said, moving toward the far wall where an ancient tapestry hung, deep crimson edged in gold. 

Jayden followed, his eyes flickering to the stone fireplace, then to the wall above it. His gaze landed on a large portrait, half- drenched in shadow. 

A woman. 

She sat there, carved in delicate, graceful detail. Her face held the gentleness and wisdom of a Luna, her hair cascading like strands of sunlight, her hands resting upon her knees, a serene smile touching her lips. She would remain immortal in that painting, forever captured in that moment. 

Jayden tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “Who is she, Killian?” 

I fell silent for a moment. Even after all this time, looking at her still made something in my chest ache. 

“Ruby Lucienne. My queen.” 

Jayden blinked, visibly surprised by the tenderness in my voice. 

“What’s with that look?” I stared at him flatly. “Did you think a tyrant like me was incapable of love? Please, immortality on this earth is exhausting enough on its own.” 

Jayden looked at me, as if weighing something in his mind. Then he gave a small, pitying smile. I hated that look. 

“You still miss her,” he responded. 

“Always.” 

For a moment, the only sound was the crackling of the fire. Then Leonidas appeared in the doorway, his face unreadable. “I apologize for the interruption, Your Majesty,” he said. “But we’ve received reports of movement near the southern breach.” 

I sighed. “Ready the troops. Double the patrols. And send word to every allied faction. We meet again in three days. They’ll stand with us or they’ll burn.” 

Leonidas nodded and disappeared without another word. Jayden turned back toward me. 

“You’re going down there, aren’t you?” 

I shrugged. “If that’s what they want.” 

“Alright. I’ll be right behind you, brother.” 

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