Lahat ng Kabanata ng BLOODBOUND - THE VAMPIRE TRIALS: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ValkharaThe doors to the arena didn’t open , they cracked.Stone shrieked against metal as ancient enchantments groaned awake, resisting the command like even the magic knew I didn’t belong here.Or maybe it knew I did.The crowd above went silent as the gateway peeled open, unveiling me in its center like the last secret they tried to bury.No chains. No escort. No trembling hands.Just me.Barefoot, bloodstained, and walking into their sacred vampire arena like it was my execution… or my coronation. I hadn’t decided yet.Each step I took echoed. The ground beneath me was black stone, old and scorched, said to be carved from the remains of the first fallen vampire god. I could feel the magic humming in the floor thrumming against the soles of my feet, licking up my spine like a warning.It didn’t scare me.Nothing scared me anymore.Not after they burned my home.Not after they tried to erase my name.Not after I watched the last of the Emberborn scream as the fire took them and liv

ValkharaThe water hissed the moment it touched my skin.Not because it was too hot. Because I was still burning.The stone tub was massive, carved from obsidian and sunk into the center of my private chamber like a sacred altar. Steam curled upward in thick plumes, carrying the faint metallic tang of blood salts, ashroot oil, and something spiced I couldn’t name. Crimson flower petals floated along the surface like little corpses.The scent was supposed to calm me. It didn’t.I sank beneath the surface slowly, letting the heat wrap around my battered muscles, watching the water distort the light overhead. My body ached. My ribs throbbed from the beast’s kick. A bruise was forming down my left hip. I could feel where the claws had grazed me nothing deep, but enough to sting in the scalding water.And I liked that.Pain reminded me that I survived.It reminded me that the first Trial hadn’t claimed me like it was meant to. That I had stepped into their arena and painted it with the blo

ValkharaI was halfway through dressing when I felt it again annoying prickling sensation crawling up the back of my neck like someone was watching me through smoke.Only this time, it wasn’t a someone.It was a thought.Not mine.Mine were tightly coiled, sealed behind the mental walls I’d spent years perfecting. But this one slipped in like fog, like silk soaked in wine and warning. It whispered something low and intimate, and I nearly dropped the blade I was strapping to my thigh.You look beautiful when you lie to yourself.I straightened, pulse flaring. The air in my chamber hadn’t moved. The door was locked. I was alone.But I wasn’t.I exhaled slowly, adjusting the strap again like I hadn’t just heard a voice inside my own head.It didn’t speak again.But it didn’t leave either.The weight of it curled around me like a presence with a pulse, brushing the edge of my consciousness with knowing fingers.Whoever it was… they were near. Close enough to see me. Close enough to hear w

ValkharaI ran.Naked under a cloak, feet bare against the cold dirt, heart thundering like it was trying to beat its way out of my ribs.The bond screamed inside me, three distinct tethers pulling at my spine Azric’s voice still echoing in my head, tangled with the whispers of two others oneI hadn’t even met yet. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.So I ran.Out of the castle. Through the guard line. Past the stones etched with ancient warnings. Into the forest that wrapped around the Court like a secret.Branches whipped at my skin. Twigs bit into my soles. I didn’t care.I wanted to be away.From them.From me.From whatever the hell this magic was becoming.I collapsed to my knees near a stream, cloak falling open. The air was freezing, but my body still burned hot and slick from everything Azric had done to me. His cum still leaked between my thighs, wetting the insides as I tried to squeeze my legs together. As if I could hold myself in place.I didn’t even hear him approach.Di

Valkhara“Alright, filthy goddess,” Nyra said, standing over me like a judgmental older sister who had seen way too much, hands on her hips, curls half-tied and mood set to not in my house. “Before you step one foot inside my cottage, you are taking your cum-covered, feral-marked ass to the river.”I blinked up at her from the grass, still wrapped in my shitty cloak and trauma. “You’re serious.”“Dead. You are not leaking vampire spunk on my sofa. I may be morally flexible, but I draw the line at bonding fluid stains.”I groaned. “I just had two mating orgasms in one afternoon. Well I had more orgasms than that actually...” I said with a smirk feeling my mood lighten just a little bit.“First of all, it shows. You look like a religious experience. Second, quit rubbing that shit in. I haven't been properly fucked in.. well who knows.. Third, no offense, babe you reek of magical dick and trauma. Go rinse your sins.”I blinked at her. “The river’s freezing.”She shrugged. “It’s enchanted