Semua Bab Godless Prince: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Content Warnings!!!Contains mature themes, political violence, blood and vampire content, steamy romance scenes, and complex moral choices suitable for adult readers."Test it anyway.""Commander." Dorothea's voice carried a tremor Velis had never heard before. She was staring at the blood with the expression of a devotee beholding a religious relic. "The resonance is... I can feel it from here. It's calling to something primal, something that predates conscious thought."A muscle twitched in Velis's jaw. "Calling?""Like recognition." She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. Her hands trembled as she held the vial closer to her face. "Like coming home after centuries in exile. T

His body jerked violently, suspended midair, every muscle clenched. A sound tore from his throat, short and human and ugly."Ah," Velis sighed, as if savoring wine. "There it is."Caelum sagged, gasping, sweat cooling on his skin. But the pain wasn’t done. The wound on his wrist pulsed again, and deep beneath that—something moved. Something ancient. The whispers in his blood grew louder, no longer hidden. They were awake. And they wanted.

But the half-formed thought slipped away like smoke through her fingers. She was far more interested in immediate spectacle than dusty genealogy."Proceed, General. Strip him of that insufferable royal pride. Dress him in silk and submission. And do ensure the entire court witnesses his transformation."Velis nodded once, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "He won't break immediately—that type never does. But he will shatter eventually. They always do."Ysoria moved toward her throne with liquid grace, pausing to lick a drop of blood-wine from her thumb."If he proves disappointingly resilient... well, darling, you know how I become when my expectations aren't met."Velis's smile was a blade wrapped in velvet. "Yes, E

Caelum’s mouth worked, useless.Memory and myth tangled in the fog.“…blood…” he slurred. “Something about… blood…”The crowd rippled like flesh under the kiss of a whip.Velis raised a hand—silencing them all.“Yes,” he said. “A bloodline that defies classification. Part… something forgotten. Something lost in time, but not in blood.”He leaned in, voice a coil tightening around Caelum’s spine.“They say your awakening would herald a new age. That you would rise—stripped of everything—before you could ever rule anythi

His mother's voice, sharp as hidden steel: "Never trust them. Vampires are parasites draped in silk. They'll charm you, then gut you. You were born to resist, Cael. Born to fight."Her hand at his nape in the manor's crypts, pushing him down as he struggled to look away from the staked corpse. "No, Caelum. Watch. This is what monsters deserve. You must learn to hate them, or they'll destroy us all."Years of secret training—wooden stakes, iron-tipped arrows, ancient protective glyphs carved into his very skin. "You are your father's vengeance," she had whispered. "The last hope of our bloodline."The memory shattered against present reality. Here he knelt—naked, collared, chained—beneath the amused gaze of hundreds of vampires. And his mother, his teacher, his supposed pr