Gael Becker

Writing They say some people are destined to meet. Legends speak of soulmates. Of red threads. Of promises that survive death. Gael Becker never believed in any of that nonsense. He had lived for centuries. He had seen empires rise and fall. He had witnessed wars capable of changing the world. He had studied life with the obsession of someone trying to understand every one of its secrets. And yet there was a question he never managed to answer. Who was she? The woman in his dreams. She had no name. She had no history. She had no constant face. Only fragments. A laugh heard through mist. A silhouette disappearing among golden trees. A voice he could never remember upon waking. A feeling impossible to forget. For centuries he searched for her. He searched in Europe. He searched in America. He searched in hidden cities. He searched among humans and supernatural creatures. And he found nothing. Over time he stopped talking about it. Then he stopped searching. Finally, he stopped believing. The dreams became annoying memories. And the memories became ghosts. Until the Triple Eclipse. The night the world's supernatural elite gathered at Becker Mansion. The night ancient pacts were renewed. The night the human tributes passed through the property's gates. The night Gael looked up. And found her. Without warning. Without preparation. Without explanation. Among hundreds of people. As if the universe had waited centuries just to laugh at him. Because the real problem wasn't finding her. The real problem was that someone else had already claimed her. And the Beckers had never been good at sharing what they considered theirs. Least of all the Becker brothers. Least of all when love, obsession, and power began to mix. Least of all during a night when even the sky seemed to announce that something was about to break. The Triple Eclipse was only beginning. And no one yet understood the disaster that had just entered the mansion.

Updated September 23, 2026