Once the evil alliance was formed Damian and Lord Noctarion agreed on one priority:
Finding Vanhelsing and his hidden family before the boy could ever rise.
But tracking down the strongest werewolf in history was not something they could do alone.
Vanhelsing knew every trick in the book and had enemies everywhere, yet no one has been able to find him since the day he disappeared.
Desperate for an advantage, the werewolves and vampires searched for someone with the power to see beyond borders, beyond magic, beyond hiding.
Their hunt led them to a secret witch coven that has stayed far away from supernatural politics for years.
Among them was a witch unlike any other a witch who could locate anyone on Earth as long as she had a piece of their essence.
Damian and Lord Noctarion cornered the coven, demanding answers.
But instead of threats, they offered a deal.
They promised the witches total freedom:
No pack or clan would hunt them.
No supernatural law would restrict their power.
They could work any magic they desired without fear of punishment.
All they needed... Was Vanhelsing
Tempted by the chance to gain independence and power, the witches agreed to help.
The leader of the coven stepped forward, her eyes glowing with the thrill of forbidden magic.
She promised to track down the immortal king and his exiled family.
The alliance thought victory was finally in reach.
But they had forgotten one thing:
Vanhelsing had not survived thousands of years by being easy to find.
Kaelion Vanhelsing thought he was just another student in Greenhaven high.
Homework. Football. Goofing around with friends.
A caring mom. A calm, strong father.
A normal life... or so he believed.
One night, everything changed.
He and a few friends were driving home late.
The road was dark and silent.
Then, out of nowhere, the car skidded.
A loud crash. Sparks. Screams. And then... Silence.
Kaelion woke up on the cold road, barely able to move.
His friends were still lifeless beside the wreck.
His body felt broken and heavy.
He was sure he was dying too.
But then something impossible happened.
His bones started shifting.
The pain faded.
Cuts on his skin sealed themselves shut.
Within seconds, he was standing again, completely healed.
By the time the ambulance arrived, kaelion had already run away, terrified of what he had just seen.
His heart pounded the whole way home.
His parents noticed the look in his eyes the moment he stepped through the door.
"What happened?" His mother asked voice shaking.
Kaelion told them everything.
The crash.
The healing.
The fear.
He demanded to know what he was.
His parents exchanged a serious look, one heavy with secrets.
"It's not yet time," his father said.
"There's still so much you must learn before the truth can be revealed."
Kaelion felt anger, confusion, and fear boil inside him.
He had died... and come back.
He deserved answers.
"You're hiding something from me!" He shouted.
Before they could say another word, he stormed into his room and slammed the door, his mind racing with questions that had no answers.
That night, kaelion lay awake, staring at the ceiling wondering one thing:
What am I?
Far away from Greenhaven, in a moonlit forest, the Witch Seer sat in the center of a glowing circle of runes.
Her coven surrounded her, heads bowed, waiting for her reading.
The air trembled with magic.
For years, they had searched and searched, their magic unable to pierce the protective wards Van Helsing had cast around his family.
Every attempt ended in failure.
But tonight... something changed.
A surge of power burst through the magical barrier like a flare shot into the sky.
The Seer gasped and snapped her eyes open, glowing with silver light.
"He has awakened," she whispered.
The witches murmured in panic. Power pulsed through the air like a drumbeat.
"The blood of the hunter..."
"...and the beast..."
"...together as one!"
A wicked smile curved on the Seer's lips.
"At last, the child has shown himself."
She rose to her feet, clutching her staff. The runes flared brighter, swirling like a storm.
"Send word to Damian the Tyrant," she commanded.
"And to Lord Noctarion in the Shadow Court."
Her voice grew fierce and triumphant.
"Van Helsing's heir is growing stronger. If they wish to rule, the boy must be destroyed before he learns what he truly is."
Thunder crackled in the skies above, as if the world itself understood the danger Kaelion now faced.
His ordinary life was over.
Every supernatural eye had turned toward Greenhaven.
And none of them was friendly.
The next morning at Greenhaven High, Kaelion felt like he was walking inside a dream.
Every sound was louder.
Every scent sharper.
He could hear the hum of electricity inside the walls, smell the cafeteria's burnt toast three hallways away, and count the heartbeats of everyone near him without even trying.
He kept his head down and tried to act normal.
But normal was gone.
During gym class, they played dodgeball. Kaelion never liked dodgeball.
He was the "keep to myself" kind of guy.
But today, the world moved in slow motion.
A ball launched toward his face.
He blinked.
And suddenly, he was on the other side of the court, the ball bouncing harmlessly away.
Everyone stared.
"Bro... did you just teleport?" one kid said.
Kaelion shook his head so fast he almost convinced himself he didn't.
Later, in chemistry lab, he accidentally snapped a metal beaker in half by gripping it too hard.
His partner looked at the broken steel, then at Kaelion like he was some kind of superhero or secret agent.
"Dude, what are you eating these days? Titanium cereal?"
Kaelion forced a laugh, but his heart was crashing around in his chest like a caged animal.
Each power felt stronger than the last.
The worst moment came during lunch. Someone slipped on a tray, and a glass bottle flew into the air, crashing toward a student's head.
Without thinking, Kaelion dashed forward. His hand shot out faster than sight, catching the bottle before it struck.
Everyone gasped.
Kaelion froze, holding the bottle like a smoking gun.
Then he realized:
If he stayed here, someone would eventually expose him.
People would fear him.
Or worse... try to use him.
He backed away, shoved through the crowd, and ran to the empty football field.
Knees shaking. Heart pounding.
His powers were growing.
And something deep inside him was waking up.
That night after he returned from school, Kaelion refused to let the silence win.
He stood in front of his parents, fists clenched, eyes burning with a mix of fear and anger.
"No more lies," he said. "I deserve to know what I am."
His mother, lyra, shared a worried glance with his father, Van Helsing.
The room felt too small for the truth. Draven slowly sat down, his shoulders heavy with secrets that had waited sixteen years to be spoken.
"It's true," Van Helsing began. "Your body is changing because you are... not fully human. You're showing early signs of being a werewolf."
Kaelion blinked. Once. Twice.
A werewolf.
He laughed, but it wasn't a happy sound.
"You're joking, right? That's a fairy tale thing. A monster thing."
Lyra stepped forward, touching his shoulder gently.
Her voice was soft, but full of quiet strength.
"You are not a monster. You're our son. And none of this changes how much we love you."
Even so, Kaelion felt his world turn upside down.
His mind raced back to the accident.
To his bones snapping back into place.
To the bottled fear he'd carried since waking up on that road.
"So... what happens to me now?" he whispered.
"You learn control," Van Helsing said. "You grow stronger. You discover who you're meant to be."
But even in that moment, Kaelion noticed something odd in their eyes.
A hidden worry.
A truth they weren't ready to speak.
They'd only given him half of the story.
And that half already terrified him.
His mother pulled him into a hug.
For a moment, his panic eased, swallowed by warmth and love.
But behind her comforting words, he could feel the tremor in her heartbeat.
Outside the house, unnoticed by any of them, the wind carried a faint whisper.
The witches had felt the shift.
The heir's awakening.
His existence was no longer a secret.
Danger was coming.
And Kaelion's life would never be normal again.
The witches' revelation spread through the supernatural world like wildfire. And soon, it reached the two darkest thrones of all: Damian's and Lord Noctarion's.
In the shadowed halls beneath Noctarion's ancient castle, the vampire lord stood beside Damian, both staring at a burning sigil marking Kaelion's location on a suspended map of the world.
"The heir has surfaced," Damian growled.
"Yes," Noctarion replied, voice cold as midnight frost. "And if Van Helsing returns for him, we lose everything."
Damian clenched his fists. "Then we destroy the boy before the father ever knows."
Noctarion's eyes narrowed. "Do not fool yourself. Van Helsing is not a ghost we can wish away. He is the most powerful supernatural to ever walk the earth. His victories are legends. His enemies... dust."
A heavy silence followed.
Then a twisted grin slowly curled across Noctarion's face.
"There is one way."
Damian's ears twitched, listening carefully.
"The Nightbane Blade," Noctarion continued. "Forged with forbidden magic. Once wielded by Van Helsing to defeat the Undying Vampire. Its power cuts through immortality itself."
Damian stared. "That weapon still exists?"
"Hidden." Noctarion nodded. "Guarded. But not unreachable."
Damian's expression shifted from fear to ambition. "Then we take it. With that blade, nothing will stand in our way."
Noctarion stepped closer, his voice lowering to a whisper.
"We will not rush like fools. First, we gather knowledge. Weaknesses. Allies we can manipulate. We send out our finest to track the boy and his parents. Quietly. Invisibly."
Damian gave a toothy grin. "Spies."
A row of cloaked figures emerged from the darkness, kneeling in silent obedience.
"Find them," Noctarion commanded. "Watch them. Learn everything."
"And when the time comes…" Damian added, eyes glowing with hungry certainty, "…we take the heir, the blade, and the throne that should have always been mine."
The spies vanished, melting into the night like shadows given life.
A storm was coming.
And Kaelion was caught right in its center.