The Vampire King and The Werewolf who loves him

In a Magical Land, called Everinia; there was a legend. Over thirty thousand years ago, there was a man. He wasn't just a regular man, but he was a special man. Special, because he wasn't just some regular Asian with an average Asian look.

His long black hair was proof of his Asian blood, but his eyes were that of the sea, emerald blue. He had his long black hair tied into a bun. Like a warrior, he wore his favourite armour that was given to him by his father. A Great King.

The Kingdom that he grew up in was once a prosperous one. The entire Magical Land of Everinia had only one King. His father. That was thousands and thousands of years ago. His kingdom had fallen since long ago.

Longer than any man who had been alive long enough to recall the name of this lost Kingdom. But before that, the Kingdom was gifted by the Heavens, and all the Royal Bloodline were descendants of light.

He, as the descendant of Light, was bestowed by the Heavens the power to destroy all evil beings in the world. And he, as a hero, was sent on a mission to fight a bloody battle against the Devil and his troop of demons. Countless lives were lost during that battle.

In the final battle against the Devil, the man had managed to strike his sword into the Devil's heart, giving all of his strength using the blade that was blessed by a God.

The sword thrust through the Devil's heart, and the blood of this Devil splashed onto the man's body, painted him in a deep red. They say that the Devil never truly dies, as the man was cursed by the blood of that Devil. The blood granted the man a power of immortality. But for every power granted by the Devil, it comes at a price.

And for his new found power of immortality, the price he had to pay with was his soul. To be able to keep his soul from being eaten from within himself, he must fill his soul. The only way he can fill his soul was by drinking the blood of what he once was, human. Otherwise the Devil will consume his soul, turning him into nothing more than a servant of darkness. A vessel, and as the devil's vessel.

The Devil shall be reborn.

But in order for the Devil to sleep for all eternity. He must continue to feed on the countless human blood, and for the past 30000 years, he has lived like that.

Once a hero, but now he had turned into a blood-sucking monster as time passed by, the legend no longer knew what a great hero he once was. For centuries, he had long forgotten his name, as his only purpose was to drink, and drink more blood of the humans.

In fear of reawakening the Devil that sleeps from within his soul. What he once was, and what he was now… The legend came to know him as, The Vampire King - Qin Yu.

After the Great Battle between Qin Yu and the Devil, thirty thousand years had passed, and the Magical Land of Everinia was no longer the same as it was back then. Back then, the entire land was unified, known as the Great Magical Land of Everinia. A land that was ruled by only one King. Now, the land had split into Eight different regions and was ruled by countless Kings and Queens throughout these Eight regions of this Magical Land.

Each of these Eight Regions were different compared to the others, some are ruled by humans. But there were others that are ruled by another race. There was one particular region that was ruled by a race of Werewolves.

Deep in a forest of this Magical Land of Everinia, there was a special place known as the Forest of Dreams. One of the Eight Region of Everinia was a forest, covered in a thick mist that lasted year round. Covering an endless forest of evergreen trees, the thick mist was created by magic. A magic that only a special clan of wolves can cast. Not just any kind of wolves, but werewolves. The magic cast throughout the Forest of Dreams was made to protect these clans of werewolves from the outside world.

There were four clans of Werewolves that all lived in the Kingdom of Werewolves, Lupunia. The four clans of werewolves were the White, Grey, Brown and Black.

However, the Black Werewolves no longer reside in the Forest of Dreams, it had to be over thousands of years since any werewolves from the Forest of Dreams had ever seen a Black Werewolf before. Now, the only ones left are the White, Grey and Brown werewolves. The lowest race among all the werewolf clans were the brown werewolves.

When they are in their human forms, they have brunette hair and have green eyes. Brown werewolves were nothing more than just commoners in the Kingdom of Lupunia. Most of them were mainly servants for the Royal Family.

Brown Werewolves might be commoners, however, they are essential citizens of Lupunia. They were responsible for the trade-markets against the human race. Often providing food and resources for the Royal family, they may be commoners, but no Kingdom can become a Kingdom without its Citizen.

While White werewolves were of Royal blood, but they are a rare breed of the Nobel family of Grey werewolves. Only one out of every ten thousand Grey Werewolves were born as a White Werewolf. Even then, the chances are random, slim at most.

Despite the slim chances, tonight under the bright glow of a Blue Moon, a rare moon phrase that occurs only once every one thousand year. Replacing a full moon, a moon phrase when werewolves undertake their transformation.

Transforming from their human forms into their beast forms. The point of this transformation was to mate and reproduce. However, on a Blue Moon all the werewolves were unable to transform. But during this night of a Blue Moon, a new member of the Royal family was born.

Under that bright Blue Moon, the Queen of Lupunia was in labour and had given birth to a beautiful princess. However, this princess was special. Not only was she born under a Blue Moon. But it was such a rarity for a white werewolf to be born directly from both parents that were both white werewolves.

When this occurs, the citizens of Lupunia call these white werewolves, Pure blood. And the King was overjoyed to hear the news that his precious princess was born in her true form.

In Everinia, werewolves were born in their human forms. When they became old enough to mate, they will have their first transformation under a Full Moon. In a Full Moon phrase, werewolves transformed into their Beast form. After werewolves undergo their first transformation, they will be able to transform into their true form at free will, regardless of moon phrase. The true form of a werewolf was in a form of a wolf. Not just a regular one, but an oversize wolf. Bigger than a lion.

A werewolf's first Full Moon was considered as the night of their first transformation, calling it the coming of age ceremony. However, this special princess was born in her true form, a white wolf cub. She has the most purist and white soft fur that melts at the tip of a human touch.

Not much was known about pure bloods, but they are born in their true forms. In the Kingdom of Lupunia, they were extremely rare that the only record of this case had happened once, over twenty thousand years ago. They were the first of the pure breed of the Royal family of Lupunia.

Lupunia has their own legend, and they legend says that those who are born in their true forms were destined to become the rulers of a new world. The King of Lupunia held his newborn daughter in his hand and held her up high. Looking into her puppy eyes, her soft white fur, he his heart was filled with joy.

As a new born cub, she had no idea what was happening around her. Whimpering for her mother, she cried out in a puppy little wolf cry. Howling and whimpering to return to her mother's side.

Holding her in his arms, the King smile and said, "Oh my precious Princess. I shall grant you everything you shall desire."

The Queen, still laying in her bed after giving birth to the princess, she was weak, and as she tried to sit up, she smiled at the King. "My Majesty, you shouldn't say that! A King must always keep his words."

He laughed, petting his daughter's soft white fur. He said, "With such a cute daughter, how can I not keep my words." And then the King twirl and spins around with his daughter laying in his arms. He kissed her cheek and look into her eyes as he said, "From now on, you are my precious, Xin-Er!"