My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

The weave room convulsed with Ezra's rage.

A vortex of light and thread tore open across the ceiling, strands of reality unraveling in every direction.

The protections of the room broke apart and flared. All the vitality that was meant to stabilize the room shattered like brittle glass. The walls cracked under the pressure of raw, unchecked will.

Ezra stood at the center of it all, breathing like a beast unchained, his eyes glowing gold-white with fury. The ground beneath him blackened as his darkness coiled around his legs, crawling outward like a sentient storm.

He had found nothing.

No thread leading to Akiko.

No trace of Aurora.

Only absence.

He screamed.

The sound tore through the chamber, a guttural, soul-shredding howl that warped the very weave itself. The very web that represented the Monarchy bent and twisted, unable to calm him, unable to answer him.

"WHERE IS SHE?!"

He tore at the weave, hands clawing through the glowing network of reality. Threads snapped, exploded in bursts of silver and blue.

He dug deeper and deeper, ignoring the warnings in his body and the warping of his surroundings. Akiko's trail was there. It had to be. But it moved like smoke in a hurricane.

Slippery. Distorted. Hidden.

Nihil.

Her relic didn't just hide. It erased.

Reality bent around it, retreating as if afraid.

Ezra slammed a fist into the stone floor. The entire chamber buckled, sending shockwaves through the foundations of the estate. Light cracked across the walls like lightning.

But he didn't care.

Because this meant war.

Olivia, Gen and Red stormed into the room through the broken walls, eyes wide.

"What's going on?" Olivia asked urgently, taking in the look of wrath on his face. "What happened?"

"Our daughter." He spoke through gritted teeth. "Aurora. She's gone."

"Our daughter?" Red frowned. "We have a daughter?"

"Wasn't it a joke?" Gen frowned. "We don't have any children, Ezra. Vampires can't conceive or give birth to a child."

Ezra said nothing. Nihil had hid this fact from the entire world. But he knew. And that was enough.

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That night, the sky over Blue Moor turned a deep, complete black.

Ezra emerged from the ruined weave room wearing his full battle regalia. Deep black armor designed with dragons, his cloak of living shadow dragging behind him like a stormfront.

Darkness curled around him, thick and animate. From his back, two vast wings of shadow burst forth, trailing veins of power that hissed like fire.

He took flight, a black comet slicing through the sky.

He soared higher. Faster.

Until the wind screamed around him.

Until the clouds parted and the moon itself retreated.

And thirty minutes later, there it was.

Akiko's capital.

A sprawling jewel of the Nightmare Court, shining beneath the stars, the stars of the city lighting up the land beneath him.

Ezra hovered above it like a second moon, wreathed in storm and fury. His aura spread wide, cloaking the city in an unnatural gloom. The winds died. The clouds turned violet and black, and the stars winked out as if afraid to bear witness.

The citizens below screamed, some fleeing into their houses and others staying out to try to find what was causing this phenomenon. They all remembered the last time something like this had happened. The world had changed, bringing disasters and powered humans.

Ezra spoke, his voice echoing across the city, magnified by his power, carried like thunder through the stones themselves.

"Give me back my daughter. Or I will destroy everything."

The city trembled. Statues cracked. Streetlights shattered. Electrical devices blinked out.

And then, they came.

Two figures burst from the sky like comets, one wreathed in frost, the other cloaked in shadow and silver.

Caspian.

Vance.

Princes of the Nightmare Court.

Both Eighth Ring vampires.

Ezra didn't flinch as they halted mid-air, facing him above the city, suspended in a triangle of power.

Caspian's eyes gleamed like daggers, his black hair whipping in the wind. His Aura shimmered with Riptide, the killing touch, held barely in check.

Vance hovered beside him, his pale skin reflecting the lightning that danced in the storm Ezra had summoned. His presence chilled the air, drops of frost forming mid-air and vanishing just as quickly. That was a sign that his own relic, Glacier, which could freeze anything, was also ready.

Caspian's voice was filled with authority as he spoke. "Prince Ezra."

Ezra didn't respond.

"You need to back down." Caspian said.

Ezra's eyes burned like suns. "Give me my daughter."

"You don't have a daughter." Vance's voice was low and cold. "All you're doing is threatening the Nightmare Court itself."

"I'm threatening a traitor." Ezra growled. "Your Court allowed Akiko to exist under your banner. And she took what's mine."

Caspian floated slightly forward, his voice hard. "You don't understand the consequences of what you're doing. If you destroy this city, we risk losing our balance with the Daydream Court."

"I don't care about balance." Ezra said. "I care about Aurora."

Caspian's Aura flared in anger. "And I care about preserving what little unity we have left. The Daydream Court is watching. They're waiting for division. If you tear this city down, you will achieve that for them. And who knows what they'll do."

"I don't care." Ezra's wings expanded. Dark lightning arced between them as the sky howled, a storm starting to pick up. "Let the whole world be destroyed. I'll burn it all for her."

Vance's eyes glowed with frost. "You're not thinking clearly."

"I'm thinking more clearly than I've ever thought." Ezra said. "And right now, you're standing in my way."

Caspian's expression darkened. "We don't want to fight you."

"Then move."

Caspian raised a hand. "You destroy this city, you destroy our peace."

Ezra's voice dropped, filled with something deeper than rage. Grief. "She's just a child. My child."

A long silence followed.

The wind howled around them.

Caspian finally spoke. "If you burn this place down… we won't be able to protect you. Or her. The Court will collapse."

Ezra's gaze didn't soften. "I don't need protection. I need justice."

Vance's voice was barely a whisper. "What do you want?"

There was a silence, a calm of the winds, as if the world wanted to listen in.

"I want my daughter." Ezra said. "That's all. Give her back… or nothing will be left standing."