The Blood of the Queen – Chronicle of Tatia and Corvinus
("You will forget everything from now on. Only your name will remain. You will run, draw their eyes to you. You are the first of your kind — the most powerful, the Queen who will ensure that no threat ever reaches your people. Take your son and flee. Run… and destroy every danger that dares to harm your kin.")
The voice echoed like a divine command through her dreams.
Tatia awoke screaming. Her cry tore through the silence of her chamber. Sweat drenched her pale skin, her breath sharp and frantic. She pushed the silken sheets aside and rushed out, the moonlight spilling across her as if to chase her panic away.
A young man appeared before her in a blur, his voice trembling.
Elijah: "Mother! Are you hurt?"
Tatia: "No, my son… just a dream."
Her tone softened as she knelt, brushing his cheek with her cold, elegant hand. A century had passed since she began wandering the earth with him. She could not recall the day he was born, yet her soul knew — this boy was hers. Her maternal instinct burned.
But beneath her calm, fear lingered. Elijah was like her, yet not fully. His immortality was fragile. He could die by blade or fire, while she… she could not die at all.
She had learned that she was different — eternal, untouchable, cursed to walk forever.
Then, to her surprise, her son managed to evolve, becoming like her, ridding himself of the wood's weakness, becoming more powerful, a nobleman.
Even so, he remained unlike her. He could still be killed by decapitation and the sun, and she was still terrified of losing her son.
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The First War
Her path crossed with the Alphas — beings of primal strength, werewolves whose very presence bent the air. From them, she learned of a deeper law of creation: every immortal carried a price.
In her hunger to protect Elijah, she experimented, creating her own breed of immortals. One of her servants became stronger, faster,. Yet he was still mortal in spirit.
Servant: "You made me powerful, my queen. Why can I still die?"
Tatia: "Because eternity cannot be given. It must be taken."
But then came the discovery that would ignite war — the bite of an Alpha could kill a noble vampire.
When one of her lieutenants fell to such a bite, Tatia's fury scorched the skies. She hunted the Alpha herself, confronting him beneath a blood-red moon.
He had three forms — monstrous, animal, and humanoid. His power was immense, his rage divine. Yet Tatia, with her phantom form and black magic, was a storm in flesh.
Her voice thundered as she raised her hand.
Tatia: "You think the moon protects you? Then let it drown in your blood."
She summoned her dark energy — the Power of Coronation. From the air, she forged blades of corrosive essence, slicing through the beast until the ground itself smoked. The Alpha fell,However, she herself did not emerge from the fight intact, with wounds that took months to heal, she experienced the fear of death for the first time.
and her victory began a war of centuries.
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The War of Blood and Moon
Tatia created hundreds of vampires, raising an army of nobles. The night became her kingdom, the forests her throne room.
But the werewolves evolved. Alphas began turning Betas into new Alphas, and her forces weakened.
General Markus: "We are outnumbered, my queen."
Tatia: "Then I will make numbers my weapon."
She turned more — thousands. Villages vanished overnight, replaced by her legions. But when the wolves learned they could turn humans too, the war found balance once again.
The transformed alphas were like the nobles she transformed, they were powerful, but not even close to the level of the purebloods, they only had the bestial form, but they were as powerful as the nobles who came after Tatia
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The Captive Alpha
It was then that Tatia captured one — an impure Alpha, scarred and chained in silver. His eyes glowed with hatred, but beneath it, a flicker of fear.
Tatia: "Look at you… a wild dog tamed by its own rage."
Alpha: "Kill me and end it, witch."
Tatia: "Oh, no. I would never waste something so… valuable."
She walked around him slowly, her footsteps echoing through the dim chamber. Her presence filled the air like a perfume of danger and allure. She leaned closer, her voice soft and hypnotic.
Tatia: "You crave freedom. Power. Respect. The purebloods treat you like slaves, don't they?"
He didn't answer, but his silence was enough.
Tatia: "I can change that. Imagine yourself as their equal. A king among beasts. Eternal youth, endless pleasures… a queen by your side."
She snapped her fingers, and the doors opened. Dozens of vampire women entered — ethereal, stunning, draped in shadows and allure. Their beauty was not human; it was divine, sculpted by darkness itself.
The Alpha's breath faltered.
Tatia: "All this… could be yours. You could have what they have. All you must do is take it."
Alpha: "What do you want?"
Tatia: "Rebellion. Kill the pureblood Alphas who lead you. And when the dust settles… me and my girls will be your to do whatever
want"
Her hand lingered on his chest — cold, steady — as her eyes met his. He swallowed his fear, consumed by lust
And so, he did as she commanded.
The rebellion tore through the werewolf ranks. Packs turned against their masters. The Alphas fell like rain. But when the impure Alpha returned to claim his reward, Tatia was waiting — not with warmth, but with a chilling smile.
Alpha: "I did what you asked. I killed them all."
Tatia: "Yes… you did."
She drove her hand into his chest.
Tatia: "You wanted eternity? Now you have it — in death."
She crushed his heart, and his screams echoed through her palace before his remains were fed to swine.
Within a year, twenty pureblood Alpha families were extinct.
And then… he came.
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The Destroyer
He was known only as The Destroyer — Mikael.
A vampire who hunted his own kind, driven by a darkness older than sin itself.
He tore through her armies, slaying wolves and vampires alike, until the world itself trembled.
Tatia fled into the shadows, clutching Elijah. But Mikael found himself drawn into battle with something far older — a werewolf from the original cursed bloodline of Hollow herself.
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The Battle of Titans
The forest fell silent as Mikael stood before the Original werewolf.
The beast was enormous — his fur silvered by age, his muscles carved by centuries of war. Eyes like molten gold glared at the vampire before him.
Mikael: "You are the last of your kind."
Original Wolf: "And you will be the first to fall."
They clashed. The sound was thunder itself. Trees splintered. Earth cracked. Their blows sent shockwaves across the valley.
Mikael's blade met claw, fang met flesh. He moved with supernatural grace, but the werewolf's strength was beyond comprehension.
Original Wolf: "You hunt your own, vampire. You are no better than us."
With a roar, the wolf transformed into his monstrous form — half man, half beast — and charged. Mikael met him head-on, his sword glowing with runic light. For hours they fought, breaking mountains, staining rivers red.
At last, both fell to their knees — the wolf mortally wounded, Mikael gashed and bleeding black ichor.
Original Wolf: "Finish it… destroy me, and the curse ends."
He drove his blade through the beast's heart, ending six hundred years of torment.
And when the dust settled, Tatia was gone — vanished into the mist with her son.
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Alexander Corvinus built his empire, as commanded by Finn. He managed to establish his rule, fathering a child and even adopting a werewolf.
But it was not as he had expected. He married a pureblood werewolf who had not yet awakened and had a child with her. A daughter was born — human, yet carrying the blood of both werewolf and vampire, though her humanity was stronger.
Feeling pity and the weight of responsibility, Alexander sent the daughter far away, ensuring their protection from the dangers of immortals and beasts alike.
The moment his wife became pregnant, Alexander felt his strength draining away. For over a year, he fell ill, his body weakening as if the act of creation itself had consumed him.
He married again and had a son with another woman, also a werewolf — the sister of his first wife. When the boy was born, Alexander was struck blind for nine months. Unlike his first wife, who had not awakened, this sister had, and the child was born more wolf than vampire.
At first, he thought it strange, an anomaly of fate. then it was when the second child with his first wife was born, the pattern repeated: for two years, Alexander's body began to semi-mummify, drained by the price of creation.
It was then that Mikael appeared. The Destroyer tore through the Corvinus Empire, slaughtering both werewolves and vampires. He massacred Alexander's two wives, leaving him weak, exhausted, and responsible for a newborn baby and a five-year-old child.
He raised the werewolf child as both a son and a disciple, with a heavy heart, careful not to attract attention from other vampires or werewolves who might see the boy as an abomination.
For years, Alexander prospered in secret, nurturing his children in the shadows. Until one day, the eldest son killed a man and transformed into a hybrid mutation — an immortal, alpha, beast-like werewolf who began turning humans into immortal monsters like himself, spreading like a plague.
When the young son was injured and transformed, he made it his mission to save his eldert brother.
Exhausted and burdened by centuries of sacrifice, Alexander Corvinus retreated into hiding, protecting his children from the world, guarding them from the shadows that sought to destroy what he had fought so dearly to create.
Author
the exaggerations are just literary exaggerations, Mikael and the alpha werewolf did not destroy mountains, but rather it was their fight and their power seen through Tatia's perspective, who felt very weak in front of them