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The Lost Vampire System

DraxberFaber
In an alternate Universe of my published book, “Life as the Vampire God.” (No previous knowledge needed.) Humanity was locked in a desperate war against the vicious Lyracken race and their god, Lycanther. As total defeat loomed inevitable, a mysterious group stepped out of the shadows calling themselves the Evolved. These were humans who had concealed their extraordinary powers for generations. Some generously shared their knowledge with the rest of the world in the hope of turning back the Lyracken tide, while others selfishly guarded their abilities and refused to let them spread. Jareth and his sister Mia had lost almost everything to the war, his home, and his parents. The only thing Jareth had inherited was a weird looking advanced computer. When Jareth had unlocked the computer, he was granted “The Draven System” it granted him power that was similar to a video game but in real life. Now forced into military school at age fifteen, Jareth enters a high-tech academy built on salvaged enemy technology where students are ranked by their abilities and the rich buy powerful Evolved powers from special books. He must hide the Draven System inside him, its stats, experience points, quests, daily tasks, and growing skills, because powerful people are hunting for it. With a mysterious bracelet from his father, a tampered Evolved tablet giving him the rare “Jack of all Trades” power, and a strange egg that could change everything, Jareth begins to uncover a family secret tied to an ancient name: Draven. As tension rises and the old war threatens to restart, Jareth has to protect his sister, survive the academy, and figure out why the system chose him before the wrong people find out what he truly is. ** Title abbreviation TLVS The Lost Vampire System **** MY FULL BOOK AT PATREON DRAXBER FABER. If you got this far then please join my Discord Server https://discord.gg/HgfKxD32Qe TikTok @DraxberFaber - Personal Instagram @DraxberFaber - Personal YouTube @DraxberFaber - Personal © Alexander B Faber AKA Draxber Faber 2025. All rights reserved.
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