V The First
The Saga

Video Channel Name


"The Blood before Dracula"
by WM
Before Dracula, there was a bloodline.
Before the legend, there was Basarab I—warlord, son of a founder, and architect of a realm carved between empires. In an age when Wallachia stood as a vassal to the Kingdom of Hungary, he forged sovereignty through iron and oath, laying the first stone of a dynasty that would, generations later, branch into the House of Drăculești.
The fourteenth century—1300 to 1400 A.D.—was a crucible of war, plague, famine, and forbidden love. Out of its fire rose a lineage written not only in chronicles, but in blood. This is where it began.
Before Dracula, there was a bloodline.
Before the legend, there was Basarab I—warlord, son of a founder, and architect of a realm carved between empires. In an age when Wallachia stood as a vassal to the Kingdom of Hungary, he forged sovereignty through iron and oath, laying the first stone of a dynasty that would, generations later, branch into the House of Drăculești.
The fourteenth century—1300 to 1400 A.D.—was a crucible of war, plague, famine, and forbidden love. Out of its fire rose a lineage written not only in chronicles, but in blood. This is where it began.
Before Dracula, there was a bloodline.
Before the legend, there was Basarab I—warlord, son of a founder, and architect of a realm carved between empires. In an age when Wallachia stood as a vassal to the Kingdom of Hungary, he forged sovereignty through iron and oath, laying the first stone of a dynasty that would, generations later, branch into the House of Drăculești.
The fourteenth century—1300 to 1400 A.D.—was a crucible of war, plague, famine, and forbidden love. Out of its fire rose a lineage written not only in chronicles, but in blood. This is where it began.
Before Dracula, there was a bloodline.
Before the legend, there was Basarab I—warlord, son of a founder, and architect of a realm carved between empires. In an age when Wallachia stood as a vassal to the Kingdom of Hungary, he forged sovereignty through iron and oath, laying the first stone of a dynasty that would, generations later, branch into the House of Drăculești.
The fourteenth century—1300 to 1400 A.D.—was a crucible of war, plague, famine, and forbidden love. Out of its fire rose a lineage written not only in chronicles, but in blood. This is where it began.
V The First
The Collection
Before Dracula, there was a bloodline.
Before the legend, there was Basarab I—warlord, son of a founder, and architect of a realm carved between empires. In an age when Wallachia stood as a vassal to the Kingdom of Hungary, he forged sovereignty through iron and oath, laying the first stone of a dynasty that would, generations later, branch into the House of Drăculești.
The fourteenth century—1300 to 1400 A.D.—was a crucible of war, plague, famine, and forbidden love. Out of its fire rose a lineage written not only in chronicles, but in blood. This is where it began.
Book II
Blood Legacy
By the turn of the fifteenth century, Mircea the Elder has endured the theatre of war, the venom of betrayal, attempts upon his life, the ecstasy of forbidden love, and the desolation that follows loss.
His fate alters with the birth of a son—yet the child does not arrive alone. With him comes Dacianne, and with her, a shadow that will not recede.
Born of love rather than lawful union, the boy is destined to ascend his father’s throne as Vlad II Dracul, sworn Knight of the Order of the Dragon.
Here begin the first embers of the Dragon’s line, with the House of Drăculești.
Born into the illustrious Basarab line, heir to monarchs and indomitable warlords, Vlad II Dracul spent his youth not in comfort, but as a royal hostage at the court of Sigismund of Luxembourg, who came, in time, to regard him as a son.
There he was knighted into the Order of the Dragon—and from that solemn oath he took the name Dracul, and gave his house the title Drăculești.
Yet what history does not record is this: sworn to defend the innocent and vanquish evil, Vlad was forced to confront an abyss few dare to imagine—one whispered of only in nightmares and ancient tales.
In the long shadow of inherited power, unrest gathers beneath crown and altar.
Ancient blood awakens; prophecy breathes again. At its center stands Princess Vasilissa—radiant and unyielding—her beauty veiling a will tempered by ambition and forbidden oath. In silent halls where betrayal is written in blood, a child is conceived of destiny, not mercy.
His birth is not salvation, but arrival.
As he grows, so does the weight upon him—omens in his shadow, fear in hushed prayer.
In 1428, Vlad III Dracula is born. The dragon rises not in flame, but in blood.
























