La Luna

Beneath the great crimson moon, two boys were born into the world— children not of mankind, but of ancient blood and prophecy. One was born from the lineage of the vampires. The other, from the blood of wolves. Different beliefs and opposing causes became the reason these terrifying races clashed against each other in strength, power, and wealth. For centuries, these two races had lived hidden among humans, witnessing the endless cycle of humanity’s death and rebirth. With the birth of the two chosen ones came a heavy responsibility placed upon their shoulders: to destroy the opposing race, and whoever prevailed would rule above all. But what if love intervened? Would the prophecy written in the first book still come true? What would happen to the two races if their supposed saviors chose to love one another? And what awaited them if one of the races feared by humankind emerged victorious? This is the story of a vampire and a werewolf who chose to listen to the cries of their hearts. Conall grew up in the forests of Crescent Wood, where vast lands and towering trees became both his home and playground. He possessed incredible speed, strength, and unusual powers. According to the ancient book, once he reached full maturity, his abilities would fully awaken and become even greater. There was never a day he failed to amaze his fellow werewolves, even the Alpha leader of their tribe. In the cold village wrapped in gray mist lived a lively and peace-loving group of werewolves who cared deeply for one another. Yet on the highest hill stood an abandoned grand castle, long forsaken by civilization. There lived Lucius and his family—the chosen savior of the vampire race. Even beneath the dim candlelight, Lucius carried himself with unnatural grace. Every movement was soft, measured—like a prince carved from moonlight and shadow, yet he lived trapped beneath the shadow of his father, the ruthless leader of their clan. Their race was scattered across every corner of the world, long ago, vampires were the most feared and respected. They possessed unmatched speed, strength, and power. Unlike others, Lucius was never afraid of the dark. In fact, the four corners of their mansion became his sanctuary. One night, while staring at the moon, his father approached him. “My son, when the day comes that your power finally reveals its true form, I assure you—even the human race will bow down before us” “Father… if that happens, will they finally stop burning our home?” Lucius asked softly. The smile vanished from his father’s lips, and silence once again filled the dark room. “My Lord Supremo, our palace is burning again,” one vampire announced desperately. “Heartless humans…” his father muttered before leaving Lucius alone in the room. At a very young age, the vampire race was forced to move from one place to another. During the great conflict between humans and vampires, their clan was nearly destroyed, forcing them to separate and hide. “I can’t wait for the destined time to arrive,” Lucius whispered to himself with a smile. “When every race will finally worship us, and our people will no longer suffer.” Again and again, they abandoned their homes to escape the human world. Their shelters were consumed by flames along with many of their companions and family members. “Father… how many more of our kind must die?” the young Lucius asked. His father never answered, but the fury written across his face was enough. With the flutter of his father’s dark cape, Lucius, his father, and the remaining army disappeared into the darkness, abandoning yet another ruined home. They showed no emotion—no pain, no tears—as if they had become living stones existing only to ensure the dominance of their race. The two destined boys grew up with completely different beliefs, experiences, and purposes. One was raised surrounded by love, while the other lived hidden in darkness, constantly running with hatred burning in his chest. Years passed, and both boys became men. Lucius embodied beauty, elegance, and gentleness, yet deep inside him burned immense hatred toward humanity. Conall, on the other hand, grew into a strong and fearless warrior blessed with extraordinary speed and power. In their own ways, both lived peaceful lives. As Lucius walked through the dark hallway of their castle, he overheard a conversation between his father and the other elders. “We will no longer bow before humans. How many more vampires must die because of our silence?” his father declared. “In the coming months, we will begin our attacks. Human or werewolf—we will spare no one,” he added while drinking rabbit blood. The leader’s eyes glowed red, and as the howls of wolves echoed through the forest, cold mist surrounded the palace. “Father, you cannot do this,” Lucius interrupted. “Our sacred laws forbid us from harming any race.” “How long will you continue following those laws?” his father snapped. “Across the world, our kind continue to die because of humans!” "Father, you are taking advantage of the situation. You are exploiting this moment because you know the holy crimson moon is about to ascend." His father glared at him in pure rage, letting out a bitter laugh. “I refuse to accept your decision. As the chosen one of the vampire race, I declare this discussion invalid.” Enraged, his father slammed both palms against the table, causing a deafening crash to echo throughout the hall. “Have you forgotten what humans did to us?” his father shouted. “The humans you defend are the reason your mother, Lucia, died hundreds of years ago!” “Perhaps you are the last chosen one of our race,” he continued coldly, “but I am still the leader of this clan, and my word is absolute.” As the wind blew through the hall, the candles were extinguished one by one, leaving Lucius alone in the grand chamber. Though he was the final chosen one, he had no voice powerful enough to change his people. He did not know how to alter the fate and hatred consuming his race. And little by little, they all drowned in anger, vengeance, and sorrow.