Let me tell you about The Night the Blood Moon Wept—a tale that even the boldest Night Stalker in or out of 4EverMore won’t dare scoff at.
The Night the Blood Moon Wept
The city of Eclipsora shimmered under a velvet sky, its gemstone towers humming with magic. The Day Walkers ruled here, their presence an unspoken warning to the creatures who thrived in darkness. They did not tolerate threats. They did not suffer fools.
And yet, on the eve of the Blood Moon, the Vampires dared.
From the shadows of the Outerworld, they came—Night Stalkers, high on the arrogance of their immortality, believing themselves clever enough to breach Eclipsora’s defenses. They had grown tired of hunting in the Mortal World. Why scrape crumbs when a feast of power lies just beyond the veil?
It was a mistake.
No vampire had ever invaded Eclipsora and lived to tell the tale.
Yet still, they came.
A dozen of them slipped through the veil that night, draped in enchanted darkness, their crimson eyes gleaming with hunger. They moved like wraiths through the city, unseen, unfelt—until they reached the courtyard of the Obsidian Keep.
And there, waiting for them, stood Seraphina Nightshade.
She leaned against the black iron gate, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Her long cloak billowed in the wind, and moonlight glinted off the twin daggers strapped to her thighs. Behind her, the city remained still, untouched. No alarms. No panic.
Only silence.
The lead vampire, a brute named Lucien D’Mar, stepped forward, a smirk twisting his lips. The Queen of the Day Walkers herself.
“How unfortunate for you,” he purred.
Seraphina tilted her head, unimpressed. “Oh?”
Lucien’s smirk widened. “That you’re standing alone.”
A ripple of laughter ghosted through his ranks. They thought they had her outnumbered. That she was foolish for facing them without an army.
Seraphina sighed. “You Night Stalkers never learn and I am not Sonia Bloodthorn.”
Lucien lunged.
In the blink of an eye, Seraphina vanished.
One moment she was there, the next—gone.
The vampires barely had time to react before she reappeared in the center of their group, moving so fast she was little more than a blur of shadows and silver steel.
Her daggers sang as they found their mark.
One buried itself in Lucien’s throat before he could turn. Another slid between the ribs of the vampire closest to her.
Chaos erupted.
The Night Stalkers attacked in a frenzy, but Seraphina was faster—deadlier. She danced between them, her blades carving paths through the night, her every movement precise, effortless.
A vampire reached for her—she twisted, catching his wrist, and with a single flick, snapped it like a brittle twig.
Another lunged—she sidestepped, driving her dagger up beneath his chin.
Within seconds, five were dead.
Lucien, clutching his ruined throat, staggered back, disbelief in his eyes. This wasn’t a battle—it was a slaughter.
“Impossible,” he rasped.
Seraphina flicked a speck of blood from her blade, her expression cool, bored even. “You’re in my city,” she said. “And you thought I was alone?”
At her words, the shadows stirred.
One by one, figures emerged from the darkness—Day Walkers, stepping into the moonlight with eerie grace. Some perched on rooftops, bows in hand, arrows glinting. Others stood at Seraphina’s back, their weapons gleaming, their golden eyes burning.
Lucien barely had time to curse before the first arrow struck his heart.
One by one, the Night Stalkers fell.
They had come believing themselves hunters.
But tonight, they were prey.
By dawn, nothing remained of the vampires but dust.
And in the heavens above, the Blood Moon, once swollen and defiant, began to wane.
Some say it bowed that night, its crimson glow dimming in quiet reverence.
Not for the fallen Night Stalkers—no, their fate was sealed the moment they crossed into forbidden lands.
But for the Day Walkers, whose strength ensured that 4EverMore remained untouched by the creeping darkness.
It did not weep in sorrow. It wept in relief.
Because it had witnessed—
The unwavering guardianship of those who stood between the light and the abyss of darkness.
And it knew—
The Day Walkers would never falter.
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