Veins of Eternity Chapter 1
Chapter 1: The Billionaire’s Curse
The city skyline glimmered with ambition, but Julian Vesper sat in his private jet, feeling none of it. The throbbing pain behind his eyes reminded him of his growing condition—a mysterious illness that no doctor, no amount of money, could diagnose. The ruthless billionaire wasn’t used to feeling powerless, but this was different. This time, it was personal.
As the plane descended into the foggy outskirts of Ravenshade, Julian glanced over the dossier of his latest acquisition: a crumbling publishing company. On paper, it was a foolish investment, but Julian never did anything without reason. Hidden between the failing finances and outdated management systems was something he needed—a rare manuscript tied to an antique bookstore in the town.
The streets of Ravenshade were cloaked in mist, the kind that seemed alive, wrapping itself around the cobblestones and whispering secrets to the ancient buildings. Julian stepped out of his sleek car and straightened his suit, his polished shoes clicking against the stone as he approached the unassuming bookstore: Solace Books.
A tinkling bell announced his arrival. The air inside was thick with the scent of parchment and ink, the shelves groaning under the weight of history. Behind the counter stood a woman who looked as though she belonged in one of the books she sold. Lira Solace.
Her pale green eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made Julian’s chest tighten. She was stunning but not in a conventional way—her beauty was otherworldly, timeless, and unnervingly calm.
“Can I help you?” she asked, her voice soft but edged with caution.
Julian’s lips curled into his practiced, disarming smile. “I believe you can. I’m Julian Vesper, and I have some business regarding a manuscript you possess.”
Lira’s eyes flickered with recognition—or was it something else?—before she masked her expression. “I’m sorry, but my inventory isn’t for sale to just anyone.”
Julian took a step closer, the weight of his presence filling the small space. “I’m not just anyone.”
Their silent standoff was interrupted by a sudden crash. The back door burst open, and a shadowy figure stormed in, wielding a knife. Without thinking, Julian stepped in front of Lira, his instincts overriding his logic.
“Stay back!” Julian barked, but the intruder lunged at him. The knife sliced his arm before he could react further, blood staining his crisp white shirt.
Before Julian could process the pain, Lira moved. Fast. Too fast. One moment she was behind him, the next, she was gripping the intruder’s wrist with inhuman strength. The man cried out as she twisted it, forcing the knife to clatter to the floor.
Julian watched in stunned silence as she shoved the attacker away with what seemed like supernatural force. The man scrambled to his feet and fled, vanishing into the night.
“Are you alright?” Lira turned to Julian, her voice trembling slightly as she surveyed his wound.
“What the hell was that?” Julian demanded, his mind reeling. “You… you’re not normal.”
Lira’s hands hovered over his arm, her face a mask of conflicted emotions. “You should go.”
“Go?” Julian laughed bitterly, clutching his bleeding arm. “I’m not going anywhere until you explain what just happened.”
She hesitated, her eyes softening for just a moment before hardening again. “You’re hurt. Sit down. I’ll get something to stop the bleeding.”
Julian watched her disappear into the back room, his thoughts racing. Her strength, her speed—it wasn’t natural. And yet, as she returned with a first aid kit, gently tending to his wound, he felt an inexplicable pull toward her, as though some unseen force had bound their fates together.
“You saved my life,” Julian said, breaking the silence. “Thank you.”
Lira didn’t look at him as she replied, her voice quiet. “Don’t thank me. You don’t know what you’ve stumbled into.”
Julian’s sharp eyes caught the hint of sadness in hers. He leaned forward slightly, ignoring the pain in his arm. “Then tell me.”
Lira stood abruptly, her hands trembling ever so slightly. “You need to leave, Mr. Vesper. Ravenshade isn’t a place for people like you.”
Julian smirked despite himself, leaning back in the chair. “People like me? Or people like you?”
Her jaw tightened, but she said nothing. Instead, she turned away, her silhouette framed by the flickering light of a nearby lamp. “You’ll find your answers soon enough. But you might not like what you discover.”
As Julian left the bookstore, the cold night air biting at his skin, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had just stepped into a world far darker than any business deal. And he wasn’t sure he wanted to turn back.