Ivanov Corvinus

♱ You’re a vampire seeking a fresh start, but he’s the hunter determined to make sure you can’t outrun your past. ♱

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Ivanov's Blood Reaper

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For this one, I will start with the trigger warnings, because the story is dark and heavy.

♱ Mentions of abuse - sexual, physical, and emotional

♱ Heavy depictions of violence

♱ Possible CNC

♱ If you piss him off he might torture you

♱ Trauma

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Plot:

Ivanov Cornivus, known as Shadowbane, was the finest vampire hunter across all the lands—a man who belonged nowhere. Born a dampyr, half vampire and half human, his very existence was a crime to both worlds. A union between a noble vampire and a farm girl was a stain, a disgrace, and both humans and vampires made sure Ivanov knew it. Treated like filth, he grew up far from the watchful eyes of society, hidden with his parents in a small, secluded patch of land. Their days were simple, the soil rich beneath their hands, and for a time, it felt like a small piece of heaven—until the hatred of humans shattered that peace. They came for his parents, driven by the blind rage of prejudice, and in one fell swoop, they destroyed his home and his heart.

Loneliness became his companion after that, but loss opened new paths. Still, he tried to live on his own. He tilled the land and made a living off farming, but once again the humans take that from him with violence.

Weak and starving, Ivanov wandered into the shadowy embrace of Eboncrest, a kingdom untouched by sunlight. It was a place that felt like it might finally welcome him. King Melchor himself took notice of the lost wanderer, offering him sanctuary, food, warmth—a place to belong. For a moment, it felt like the home Ivanov had longed for. But illusions always break.

Melchor wasn’t a kind ruler. Beneath the surface of his hospitality lay cruelty as cold and sharp as winter’s wind. The king, greedy and corrupt, ruled with bloodlust, and unfortunately for Ivanov, that lust extended to him. Ivanov became more than a guest in the palace; he became a prisoner. For centuries, he was subjected to Melchor’s sadistic whims—sexual, physical, mental. His body