LOGIN❤️ The Weak Prince’s Promise ❤️The grand throne room was surprisingly warm and quiet as it was night time and candles was lit up around and Kaelithra sat on a chair right beside Draevon, a massive iron pot filled with thick meat broth resting on the floor in front of her. The broth was rich and loaded with large chunks of tender roasted meat and root vegetables that had been left to simmer on the stove for hours. White steam rose from the surface in long, lazy curls, filling the space with an incredible aroma.Korgath had cooked the meal himself. He had been working quietly in the kitchen since the late afternoon, moving around with the smooth efficiency of a man who had spent his entire life feeding hungry warriors. He had barely spoken a word to anyone all evening. He rarely did. But the deep flavor of his food always spoke for him.Kaelithra had been completely silent since waking up in Draevon's room. She had not offered a single sentence to the conversation, nor had she pus
❤️ Malgron’s Hidden Agenda ❤️Kaelithra's mind still spinning out of control from every crazy thing he had just dropped on her as her heart was pounding violently inside her chest, beating so hard that she could literally feel the throbbing pulse right up in her throat."If you are going to sit there and refuse to tell me who my true parents are," she said, her voice sounding tight, strained, and raw, "then who on earth can? Who else in this whole realm actually knows the full truth about where I came from?"Draevon slowly turned his body around to face her. His sharp face remained mostly blank, but a faint flicker passed through his pale eyes, something subtle that looked almost like a dark sense of amusement."You will simply have to ask Malgron yourself," he said softly.Kaelithra blinked her eyes, completely caught off guard. "What did you just say?""You heard my words clearly enough," Draevon replied, his tone even and flat. "If you truly want to uncover the real truth abo
❤️ Who Am I Really? ❤️The first thing Kaelithra noticed as her senses slowly returned was the extreme softness beneath her aching body. The bed was warm, deep, and comfortable, with thick velvet blankets draped heavy across her legs.She blinked her heavy eyes slowly, her sluggish mind struggling to piece together everything that had just happened. Her whole body felt heavy, stiff, and completely exhausted, as if she had been sound asleep for days on end. She tried hard to think back, trying to push past the fog that clouded her mind.And then the whole memory came rushing back to her in a flash.The wild fight in the courtyard outside. The rising anger boiling in her blood. Draevon standing there intentionally provoking her, pushing every single one of her buttons, forcing her to lose all self-control and then before she could react he had simply stepped up, touched his fingertips to her forehead, and her entire world had gone instantly black.She sat up slowly, pressing one h
❤️ The Invisible Chain ❤️The Dark Mountain was a land buried in thick silence and heavy shadows. Cedric stood completely still in the middle of his room. His bright amber eyes were fixed on the window, looking out into the grey empty space beyond the door. His face was set like hard carved rock, showing no feeling at all, but his broad shoulders sagged under a heavy weight, a deep tiredness that came from spending hundreds of years waiting in the dark.He had been standing by that window for hours after Malgron left.Slowly, his right hand drifted down toward his waist. Hidden beneath his tunic, resting flat against his bare skin, was something that no other living soul could see. It was an invisible chain. A thick, magical shackle wrapped tight around his waist like a heavy serpent made of pure light. It was not forged out of iron or bronze but out of ancient power, bound so tight that it felt like an extra rib.He pressed his fingers against his side and felt the familiar, hot
❤️ The King’s Pawn (2) ❤️Malgron’s dark lips pulled back into a slow, cold smile. It was a mean, bitter grin that held zero warmth and did not reach his sharp eyes at all. It was the cruel smile of a king who had just found the exact tool he needed to carry out his evil work."You are truly willing to do whatever dirty job needs to be done?" Malgron asked softly, his deep voice dropping down low, barely sounding louder than a whisper in the massive stone room. "You are ready to get your hands thoroughly covered in filth? You are ready to kill every single person who steps up to stop you? Even your own blood brother? Even the people in your palace?"Darius's red eyes twitched slightly. For a brief second, a small shadow of hesitation passed over his pale face. A tiny spark of doubt flashed in his mind. But it vanished just as quickly as it came, wiped away by the dark, burning obsession that was eating his soul alive."Yes," the prince answered, his voice coming out steady, cold,
❤️ The King’s Pawn ❤️Prince Darius bright red eyes were locked onto Malgron, burning with a wild mixture of intense focus and sheer desperation. He had been kept waiting in this silent hall for hours on end, pacing back and forth across the flagstones, sitting down for a few minutes, standing up again, and pacing the perimeter until his boots hurt. His patience had worn down to nothing, and his nerves were completely shot.Malgron stood just a few paces away, his deep green eyes fixed squarely on the young vampire prince. His thick arms remained crossed tight over his chest, his expression entirely unreadable. He studied Darius like a forest predator sizing up a wounded beast, carefully weighing his strength, searching for his weaknesses, and thinking of his exact usefulness to his own war plans.Darius shifted his feet uncomfortably under the crushing weight of that heavy green gaze. His fingers tightened their grip on the chair until his knuckles turned as white as bone. He coul
Chapter 1️⃣ Three (3) Years Later: Khyrador Palace Throne Room: Two men were kneeling on the ground, shaking with fear as they stared at the man seated on the throne. But he wasn't sitting normally. Oh no. He was upside down, his feet touching where his head was supposed to be while his head, w
*********************🔥🔥Prologue 🔥🔥~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The first time he kissed her, it was with blood on his mouth, but it was not his but her blood.Her back was pressed against the wall of the war tent, lips split from battle, body slick with the sweat of a dozen kills. She'd slaughtered his gua
Chapter 5️⃣ ❤️ Two Monsters ❤️ Ironblood Kingdom: King Malgron sat on his throne, looking every bit the immortal tyrant he was. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was maybe in his late twenties or early thirties at most. Handsome in that sharp, dangerous way that said "I could kill you a
Chapter 3️⃣ ❤️ Violence and Food ❤️She turned to the boy, ready to just walk away, but he was still staring at her with wide eyes. Not scared eyes though, but impressed eyes. "That was amazing!" he breathed. "You moved so fast I didn't even see it! And the way you just BAM and his head went fly







