Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Crash Course On Vamparism

Eve

Dr. Blackwood set down a worn leather case and began speaking, his voice carrying the weight of years of dedicated research. "My life’s work has been consumed by a single, driving question. Since I was old enough to think rationally, I wondered: where did the vampires go after Malrik killed the Vampire Lord—or Prince, or whatever else you choose to call him?"

Dr. Blackwood’s hazel eyes swept across the room, his expression both scholarly and haunted. "To understand what we’re facing, you need to know the path that led me here." He opened his leather case, revealing yellowed documents and ancient texts. "I spent decades scouring museum archives, forgotten libraries, and private collections across three continents. Most scholars focus on the obvious—battle records, territorial disputes. I was looking for something else entirely."

He pulled out a map marked with red ink, locations scattered across continents. "The vampires didn’t just disappear after Malrik’s victory. A race can vanish, but their ideas, their knowledge, their very essence—that endures. It transforms."

Montague leaned forward, his weathered face creased with interest. "And what did you discover in these records?"

"That we’ve been thinking about this all wrong," Dr. Blackwood said, his voice gaining intensity. "We lycans pride ourselves on our wolf heritage, on Elysia’s legacy. But we conveniently forget the other half of what we are." He gestured toward the council members. "Look at yourselves—really look. Your fangs aren’t just for show. Your wolves are larger than our ancestors ever recorded. That subtle craving for blood that every lycan feels but rarely speaks of..."

The room grew uncomfortably quiet. Victoriana shifted in her seat, her honey-skinned features tightening.

"All of this," Dr. Blackwood continued, "courtesy of Vassir himself. We are as much vampire as we are wolf, whether we acknowledge it or not."

Victoriana’s skeptical expression sharpened. "With all due respect, Dr. Blackwood, why do we need an academic rehashing our genealogy for a war council? How does this help us fight?"

I stepped forward before he could answer. "Because we need to understand what we’re up against. This isn’t just about battle strategies—it’s about recognizing the true scope of our enemy’s power."

My voice grew more urgent. "We’re approaching a bloodmoon that will bring seventy-two hours without sun. Three days of darkness where these ancient powers will be at their strongest. If we don’t understand what Darius has accessed, we won’t just lose the war—we’ll lose our very souls."

Dr. Blackwood nodded gravely. "I’m here to put into perspective exactly what you’re facing: an Alpha who has somehow acquired a vampire Lord’s chalyx."

Victoriana frowned. "What exactly is a chalyx?"

Dr. Blackwood’s expression grew grim. "A specialized term from the old lore—the horns of vampire. Not decorative appendages, but conduits of pure vampiric power. Sources of the abilities that once allowed them to dominate entire civilizations through mind control, illusion, and dominion over the undead and death itself, in order to be immortal. Unshifted, no vampire had a physical chalyx, all except for the vampire lord but once shifted, they grew one.

"If they were so unstoppable, how did Vassir lose to Malrik," Gallinti asked. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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