Vampire Queen : Fated Love

" RED BLOOD TEMPLE: FRONT LINE "

It was a cold night, the kind that seeps into your bones and lingers. The sky was alive with the fluttering wings of bats, their sharp cries cutting through the air. Somewhere in the distance, an owl screamed—as if foretelling doom.

Max William didn't care. He pulled up to the ancient temple in his shiny boulder truck, the polished white paint almost glowing in the moonlight. Dressed in a blue shirt, black pants, and a white coat that looked far too expensive for this rural detour, Max stepped out and surveyed the temple like a predator sizing up his prey.

"Move. You're wasting my time," Max barked, his voice dripping with irritation.

The old monk, trembling in his faded robes, clasped his hands together.

"Sir… Sir William…" he stammered, his voice as frail as his hands.

"Please understand. This is the Red Blood Temple. It's sacred—home to the vampires who worship their god."

[ Introduction : Max William TOP 7 Richest person and Investment ]

Max paused, only to fish out his sunglasses and start polishing them with an equally pristine napkin.

"This land," he began with a lazy smirk,

"is mine. Government documents don't lie. Max William owns it, so from now on, this is Max William's property."

He placed the sunglasses on with a flourish.

"I have big plans for this land—a five-star hotel. My dream hotel. And dreams, my friend, are priceless."

"B-but, Sir William!" The old monk's voice cracked. "If you harm the temple, they won't forgive you! The vampires… their god—"

"Fairy tales," Max interrupted, waving him off like one might an annoying fly.

"Vampires aren't real. They're bedtime stories to scare kids. Now, get out of my way."

The monk's lips trembled as he tried one last time. "Sir, the vampires here—they've lived for ten thousand years, guarding this land. Please… reconsider!"

Max leaned in, gently placing a hand on the old monk's bald head, as if to comfort him. The smile he wore, however, was anything but kind.

"I don't do negotiations with losers. And I don't have time for bedtime stories." He shoved the monk aside and turned to his men.

"Tear it down. Make this place nothing but dust."

As the first man lifted his sledgehammer, a deep, echoing bell rang out—a sound that sent a chill skittering down every spine.

The old monk froze, clutching his robes. His wide eyes filled with both fear and bitter satisfaction.

"It won't be you making this temple dust," he whispered.

"It'll be them who turn you into dust."

Max simply chuckled, unfazed.

"Them? You mean your imaginary friends? Please." He folded his arms, still smirking as if he owned the world.

But then, the air grew colder—unnaturally so. The bats overhead stopped circling. The monk stumbled back, muttering a frantic prayer.

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Max William pointed sharply toward the temple, his voice cutting through the cold air. "Go. Destroy this temple. Now."

The engines of the boulder trucks roared to life, rolling forward with purpose. The old monk staggered into their path, hands raised in desperate protest. "Stop! Please stop!"

But the trucks didn't slow. Their heavy wheels churned the dirt, closing in on the sacred grounds.

Then, as if nature itself revolted, the wind picked up—fierce and unrelenting. It howled through the trees, slamming against the trucks like an invisible wall.

Crack… crack…

The lead truck shuddered and came to a dead stop. The air grew colder, and the gusts twisted and turned as if alive, yanking at anything in their path.

"See, Sir William? Now they're going to kill us all!" the old monk cried, his voice barely audible above the howling wind. He stumbled, struggling to stay upright as the relentless gusts battered him.

Max clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You don't know who I am!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the storm.

"Stop with this nonsense. If vampires are coming, let them come. I am the devil to anyone who stands in my way!"

< Max William Is a Regular Human being >

The monk fell to his knees, hands trembling as he prayed. "Oh, God… please protect your temple. Please."

The wind roared louder, its speed rising to what felt like a hundred kilometers per hour. Dust and debris swirled chaotically, making it nearly impossible to stand. The temple grounds seemed to tremble under the weight of an unseen force.

Max growled, his arrogance still intact but his patience wearing thin. It wasn't fear that stopped him—it was inconvenience.

"Enough of this. We'll leave for now. But this isn't over," he snarled, signaling his men to retreat.

As the trucks pulled back, bats poured out of the temple in a dark, churning mass, their wings slicing through the night.

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" WILLIAM HOUSE RTC. "

The wine glass shattered in Max William's hand, crimson liquid spilling onto the pristine marble floor. His jaw clenched in frustration. "All that time wasted. So much time. So much profit."

"Don't worry, my friend," Robert William said, his tone light but calculated.

"It's just bad luck—a freak windstorm. Nothing more."

[Introduction: Robert William is Max William's cousin.]

Before Max could reply, a man hurried into the room, arms laden with files and paperwork. His face was pale, his expression grim.

"Sir, your fears might have come true." His voice wavered as he placed the files on the table.

"We lost all fifteen boulder trucks. And… the men with them."

The weight of the statement hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

Max's gaze darkened as he processed the news. "What do you mean, lost?"

"The damage to the land…" The man hesitated, his voice lowering.

"Sir, the ground has turned into a muddy wasteland. Wind and rain have made it impossible to recover the trucks. It will take at least six months before we can even attempt to retrieve them. And without those trucks, the damage to our operations is… catastrophic."

The room fell into an uneasy silence, the echo of the shattering glass still lingering. For the first time, a faint crack appeared in Max William's armor of arrogance. But only for a moment.

"This is nothing," Max muttered under his breath, his fingers tightening around the edge of the table. "I'll rebuild. No storm, no myth, and certainly no temple will stop me."

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Max William's frustration was palpable, his voice sharp and tight with impatience.

"Six months? I can't wait that long," he snapped, pacing back and forth in the room.

Robert leaned back, his hands casually folded in front of him, watching the storm of emotions play out.

"If you don't want any trouble, just listen to me," he said, his tone calm but serious.

"Call those Lamas. I heard they're the only ones who almost wiped out the vampire race in the ancient texts."

Max scoffed, his lips curling in disdain. "You want me to believe that, Just like my one friend? It's just a myth. I'm not calling anyone. Y'all are stupid like him"

The manager, who had been silently watching the exchange, stepped forward, a look of deep concern on his face.

"Sir, it's the truth. I've heard it from my family as well. Vampires are real."

Max's gaze turned cold, his irritation rising.

"Because your family is uneducated. Stop wasting my time with these nonsense stories." He rubbed his temple, feeling a headache building from the absurdity of the conversation.

"Get my car ready. I'm going somewhere else."

Max then turned toward Robert.

"Get another contractor for that old mansion. I'll wait the six months for the temple, but only because it'll make money, not because of some fairy tale."

As the tension in the room thickened, the manager spoke again, his voice shaking with frustration.

"Why don't you believe me? I've told you time and time again—my family's stories are true. They are vampires."

The manager's eyes glinted with an unnatural crimson light. His pupils sharpened to slits, and his teeth elongated into razor-sharp fangs, like daggers, gleaming in the dim light.

The manager's smirk grew, his fangs fully visible now, like a predator ready to strike.

"You'll learn the truth soon enough, Max. The Lamas, the vampires—they're not just stories. They're real, and they're watching."

And just like that, the illusion of normalcy shattered, revealing a far darker world beneath the surface.

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[ The manager : Pluto Flux – One of the surviving vampire race. Who has been living among humans for nearly 60 years.]

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Note : Max William is not the protagonist. But he is protagonist Dad.