All Chapters of Blood of the True King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

“I reconnected with my family with almost no effort at all.” They were overjoyed—especially my father. When he learned that he had a grandson, the stoic Vampire King nearly broke down in tears. He urged me to return to the North immediately, to bring my child home where we belonged. Just then, my son stirred in his sleep and murmured softly, “Daddy… you promised me…” In two days, it would be his fifth birthday. Even in his dreams, my child was still holding on to the promise his father had made—to celebrate it with him. I brushed my fingers over his sleeping face, my vision blurring. Two more days.Just two more days, so that my son wouldn’t leave with regret. But before dawn broke, violent knocking shattered the quiet. My son’s dream ended abruptly. It was Walker, Gabriel’s mother. She had sent people to summon me and my child back to the Brown estate. I frowned. Walker had never hidden her disdain for us. In her eyes, I was nothing more than an Outcast Vampire from some

Before I left, I sent Gabriel one final message.Vampire Lord Gabriel,My son and I are gone.I wish you happiness in your new life.Goodbye. Forever.After pressing send, I terminated the number—then sank the phone into the depths of the lake, watching the ripples swallow it whole.At that very moment, Gabriel was still in the middle of the Blood Bond ritual.Without warning, a sharp pain clenched around his heart.He stared down at the message on his screen, dread flooding his mind in an instant.He called me—once, twice, again and again.All he received was the same cold, mechanical tone.Disconnected.“Gabriel? What’s wrong?” someone whispered urgently. “The guests are watching.”Chloe noticed the change in him and urged him forward, but Gabriel suddenly ripped the family ring from his finger and hurled it aside. Without another word, he turned and ran toward the villa doors.A guard stepped into his path.“Move!” Gabriel roared. “I am Vampire Lord Gabriel. Open the gates—I’m going

Gabriel locked himself inside what had once been their bedroom.He stared at the messages on his phone—sent, delivered, unanswered—until dawn bled into the edges of the night.“She’ll come back,” he whispered to the empty room, clinging to the thought like a spell.“My Isabella would never leave me.”Footsteps sounded outside the door.His heart lurched. He shot to his feet.Even before opening it, he caught that familiar scent—soft vanilla, unmistakably hers.“Isabella!”He flung the door open and pulled the woman outside into his arms, holding her with desperate force.“I knew it,” he breathed, almost laughing. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me.”“Gabriel…”The voice froze him.The moment he realized who he was holding, every trace of relief drained from his face.Chloe.The warmth vanished from his expression, replaced by raw, barely restrained fury.“Who gave you permission,” he snarled, “to wear Isabella’s clothes?”Only then did he notice it—Isabella’s nightgown clinging to Chloe’s b

I saw Gabriel again for the first time at the ceremony announcing my son as the official heir.As the Vampire Lord of the Blazetooth Coven, Gabriel had no choice but to abandon his obsessive search for us and travel north to attend the event.In recent years, while the Northern Court continued to rise in power and prestige, Blazetooth Coven had steadily declined.Under Gabriel’s erratic rule, their standing among the vampire hierarchy had fallen lower and lower.So when his mother and relatives knelt in reverence at the ceremony—and lifted their heads to see my son and me, robed in ceremonial splendor—they froze.Their eyes widened in disbelief.Gabriel, on the other hand, lit up.The exhaustion on his face vanished as he strode forward, seized my wrist, and shouted without regard for decorum,“Isabella! I finally found you! Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you these past—”I flung his hand away before he could finish.Northern guards immediately moved in, towering and mercile