บททั้งหมดของ The Prince of Zorana: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 1: The Night's Embrace pieces—shattered hopes scattered like glass. Every day felt like a balancing act on the edge of a cliff, where one wrong step could send her tumbling down into the abyss. The dim neon lights of *The Velvet Throne* flickered as she pushed open the club's heavy doors. The night was just beginning, but the air was already thick with tension—heavy with perfume, cigarette smoke, and the muted beat of bass-heavy music. The stench of liquor and sweat clung to her skin as she slipped behind the bar, wiping her palms on her worn apron. Another night, another round of faces she didn’t want to remember.The job at the nightclub wasn’t glamorous, but it paid. That was all that mattered. Karina wasn’t here to enjoy the music or the lavish cocktails the rich patrons sipped on with their air of entitlement. She wasn’t even here for the tips—though she couldn’t deny the generous ones that helped keep her barely afloat. She was here for the one thing she needed most: sur

Chapter 3: Bloodlines and BetrayalsKarina didn’t know how much time had passed. Hours? Days? It felt like the world had slowed to a crawl, like everything had been suspended in an endless haze. Her body was heavy, her mind clouded, and the strange coldness that lingered in her veins kept her numb—numb to the pain, numb to the fear, numb to the terror that still gripped her heart.The vampire who had drained her blood—who had marked her—was gone, leaving her alone in the cold, stone room. The silence pressed in on her, thick and suffocating. She could still feel the weight of his presence, as if his hands were still on her skin, lingering in the space between them. Her heart raced, but each beat felt distant, like it belonged to someone else.*Get it together, Karina. Focus.*She strained against the leather straps that bound her to the chaise lounge, but they held fast. Her arms were sore, her wrists raw from the pressure. The room felt impossibly large, but there was no escape. No wi

Chapter 5: Unseen PathsThe vampire’s cold laugh reverberated in the stone chamber, but Karina’s resolve only hardened. Her mind was a storm of confusion and fury, but beneath the chaos, there was a single, undeniable truth—*they were underestimating her.*They thought she was just a girl—broken, terrified, a tool to be used. But she wasn’t just some vessel. The power in her blood, the strange connection to Zorana's royal line, had awakened something deep inside her. Something primal. It pulsed like a distant drumbeat, urging her to fight.The taller vampire—he seemed to be the leader of this twisted circus—stepped back, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction, like a predator savoring a meal it had yet to consume. His presence was suffocating, like the weight of centuries pressing down on her. He had been waiting for her to break. But Karina wasn’t about to give him that satisfaction.“I won’t be part of your rituals,” she said again, her voice stronger this time. “You don’t contro

Chapter 7: The Choice of the DamnedThe room had fallen into an eerie stillness. The air was thick with tension, and the power inside Karina thrummed with a deafening intensity. The ancient magic that had awakened in her veins was still a storm waiting to burst free, and she could feel its pulse—stronger, hotter, darker—surging through her, threatening to overwhelm her.She was no longer the scared, helpless girl who had stumbled into this world of vampires, bloodlines, and ancient rituals. No longer the pawn in someone else’s game. She had seen what was at stake. She knew the power she held, and she had made her choice.Her heart pounded in her chest as she stood there, the room humming with the magic of the Third Prince’s rising, waiting for her to unleash it. The vampires who stood before her—the ones who had thought her weak, who had treated her like an expendable tool—were now nothing more than obstacles in her path. And yet, as the power swelled within her, Karina felt a flicker

Chapter 9: The Breaking PointThe night was thick with the kind of darkness that only existed in places forgotten by the sun. The air was heavy, saturated with the scent of blood and old stone, and the shadows seemed to stretch forever in the vast corridors of the underground castle. Karina stood at the edge of the chamber, her fists clenched by her sides, trying to breathe past the tension that coiled in her chest.She had come to a realization—something both simple and terrifying. The prince was waking, but in a way that felt almost wrong. She had felt the first stirrings of his power deep inside her, like a second heartbeat, slow and constant. And with it, there was an undeniable pull, an invisible thread that connected her to him in ways that felt both primal and unsettling. But it wasn’t just the prince she felt tugging at her.*It was Caden.*The vampire who had bound her with his blood, who had made her feel both powerless and powerful at once. He was everywhere now—his presence