[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-dawn-walker":3,"chapter-dawn-walker-dawn-walker-chapter-153":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Dawn Walker",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1836710,2443,"Chapter 153: Vampire Sisters III","dawn-walker-chapter-153",153,"\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet pulled away. A thin line of blood ran down Vera’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vera’s eyes were half lidded now, but she was still aware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vela stepped closer without being told.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head the same way, offering her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet bit again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vela’s reaction was different. She did not gasp. She inhaled sharply, then exhaled like she was forcing herself to accept the pain as payment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet drank from her as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was measured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thread formed again, a second resonance locking into his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both twins now had small wounds at their necks, bleeding lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies were already responding to his bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their skin around the puncture marks flushed, then cooled, like something inside was deciding whether to become cursed or evolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s hunger surged for a moment. His instincts whispered that he could drain them. He crushed the thought immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet. Not ever like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped away and opened the desk drawer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside lay a small knife. Plain. Sharp. Used for paper cutting and wax trimming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet pulled it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins watched, eyes bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet did not hesitate. He cut his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade sliced clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood welled instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blood was darker than normal human blood, richer, almost luminous in the candlelight. It carried chaos energy and something colder, older, predatory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet clenched his fist once, then opened it above a tea cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drop by drop at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a steady stream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He filled the cup slowly, keeping his breathing controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of his blood filled the study like a storm entering a room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins swayed slightly, not from weakness, but from reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not fully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the pupils tightened. The gaze sharpened. Their throats moved as they swallowed air that suddenly tasted like hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet filled the first cup until it was full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he filled the second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two cups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both steaming faintly, as if the blood carried heat that did not belong to the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet set the knife down carefully and wrapped his cut hand with a cloth. The wound began closing already, flesh knitting back together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted the two cups and held them out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Drink it,\" he said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vera took the first cup with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vela took the second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They raised the cups and drank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first it was slow, like tasting something too intense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then their bodies demanded more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They drank faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vera’s throat worked steadily. Vela’s eyes half closed as she swallowed, the blood sliding down like fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the last drop disappeared, both cups were empty. For one heartbeat, nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room stayed quiet. The candles burned normally. The house outside stayed calm. Then the chaos energy inside the twins ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pulse moved through Vera first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her spine arched slightly. Her fingers curled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vela’s breath broke, and her shoulders tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the burst came. It was not an explosion that shattered walls. It was a pressure wave, invisible but undeniable, like a bell struck in the bones of reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The study’s candle flames bent outward as if pushed by wind, then snapped upright again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The books on the shelves vibrated softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ink in the inkwell rippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air itself turned heavy, then sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crimson light erupted around the twins, rising from their skin like glowing mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It climbed upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ceiling did not stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson light pierced through the roof as if the roof was smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, above Dawn House, a thin red pillar flashed into the sky for a single breath, then collapsed back down like a wound sealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shockwave rolled out through Null.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was faint to most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To ordinary people, it was nothing. A chill. A sudden pressure behind the eyes. A moment of unease they would blame on the weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To cultivators and chaos ranked beings, it was a whisper of power, too brief to locate, but sharp enough to make them pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To those at god level, it was a ripple. A small disturbance in a sea they controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could notice it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But only if they cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the house, in Elena’s room, Elena paused mid sentence while correcting Bat Bat’s handwriting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat was holding a brush wrong and drawing something that looked suspiciously like a bat wearing a crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elena felt the faintest brush of chaos energy like a cold finger across her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a breath, she looked toward the window. Then she told herself she was tired. Old instincts made people paranoid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She returned her eyes to Bat Bat’s paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wrong,\" Elena said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bat Bat pouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It is art,\" Bat Bat whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elena did not argue with the word art. Elena argued with the results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in the study, Vera and Vela were changing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their skin did not rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their veins did not blacken like ghoul conversion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead their skin smoothed as if imperfections were being erased by an invisible sculptor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint scars on Vera’s wrist marks faded. Not fully, but enough to become a memory rather than a wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vela’s posture straightened. Her shoulders drew back, her spine aligning as if her body found a new natural shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whites stayed white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the iris darkened, then brightened into a controlled crimson glow. Not wild. Not feral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a predator that chose when to show teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fangs formed slowly, not jagged, not monstrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was clean. It was sharp. It was perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vera gasped as the change moved through her bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was pain, but also relief, like a body that had been forced to live under limitation suddenly discovering it had more space to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vela’s hands clenched into fists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her nails lengthened slightly, then stabilized. Her skin cooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold in the way moonlight was cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their chaos energy surged again, rolling through them in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet watched closely, his blood threads ready, his focus steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could feel the system working, guiding the conversion like an unseen craftsman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the system chimed inside his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ding! System notification: Vampire Creation Complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Targets Converted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vera Status: True Vampire Confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vela Status: True Vampire Confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New Trait Gained Blood Control Initiated for both kin] [Growth Method Blood feeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rank Advancement Triggered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vera Chaos Rank 1 to Chaos Rank 3\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vela Chaos Rank 1 to Chaos Rank 3\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Note: Blood God trace amplified conversion. Shared slots Update of Vampire Kin and Blood puppet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occupied 3 of 3]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sekhmet’s eyes narrowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chaos Rank Three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two ranks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had expected an increase, perhaps a stronger foundation, perhaps improved growth speed. He had not expected a jump that large.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vera took a breath, then another, like her lungs were learning a new rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vela’s gaze snapped to Sekhmet, and her eyes looked sharper now, deeper, as if she could see the blood moving under his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both twins stood still for a moment, feeling themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then hunger hit them. Not mild hunger. A sudden thirst that made their throats tighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vera’s fingers trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vela swallowed hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gaze moved to Sekhmet’s face. The room’s air felt tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>",1202,"2026-06-09T06:31:32.937Z",1,"novelbin.me","369c818a6865956c9bbc14344212816e62bf677bd64d50a9fa49e524bc2b53ed","dawn-walker-chapter-154","dawn-walker-chapter-152",359,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fdawn-walker-cover.jpg"]