Historias cortas y novelas de Vampire Face Slapping

The century-long war between werewolves, vampires, and humans was finally over. To keep the peace, the Council made a decree: The first hybrid heir born would become the new world's Supreme Ruler. In my past life, my sister Cora chose the powerful, untamable Werewolf Alpha. I was given the frail, brooding Vampire Prince. But Cora’s brutal mate drove her mad. She became the laughingstock of our world. Meanwhile, the Prince spoiled me. I became pregnant with our hybrid child. The future King. On the night I went into labor, Cora stabbed a dagger through my heart. She dragged me off the high tower with her. Now, I’m reborn. This time, my sister snatched the blood-red rose from the Vampire Prince—the symbol of our betrothal. She smirked at me. “Alina, this time, I will be the one to bear the future King.” She thinks she stole my happy ending. She stole the vampire, remembering our last life. But she has no idea. Beneath that pale, elegant facade lies a brutal, bloodthirsty monster. As for me? I am done being a breeding machine. Last time, I sacrificed everything for my family. I gave up my passion for supernatural genetics. I willingly hid my talents. This time, I won't put my hope in any man. My destiny. My glory. I will claim it myself.

On the day of our wedding, my vampire husband confessed that he had a severe emotional disorder. He could barely understand other people's feelings and had no idea how to respond to them. Because I had already fallen in love with him, I chose to accept it. I believed that if I gave him enough time, he would eventually learn how to love me. The day the vampire hunters attacked, I threw myself in front of a bullet meant for him. A bullet struck my arm, and the pain nearly brought me to my knees. Adrian Blackwood only glanced down at the carpet. "Go get that wound taken care of." He frowned. "Don't get blood everywhere." Every vampire in our circles knew my husband didn't love me. I had become the punchline everyone whispered about. But I never blamed him. I truly believed he simply wasn't capable of loving anyone. Until I finally got pregnant and went to surprise him with the news, only to hear his human blood servant laughing on the other side of his office door. "She actually believes you have an emotional disorder?" To my shock, Adrian laughed too. His voice was so gentle I hardly recognized it. "She loves me that much. Of course she believes it." "If it weren't for an heir, I never would have married her." I stood outside the door and looked down at my arm. The scar from the silver bullet was still there, jagged and ugly. There was no point in sharing this surprise anymore. I would take my baby and disappear from his world for good.

I was a human sacrifice, yet an ancient blood pact bound me to Lucian Voss, the most feared vampire prince of the Night Realm. Any pain inflicted upon me would befall him tenfold. When consecrated silver cut my palm, the flesh burned from his hand. When a vampire lord forced poison down my throat, Lucian woke screaming, tore him apart, and burned his estate to the ground. After that, no vampire dared touch me. Until Lucian entered his once-a-century blood sleep. Duchess Seraphina, the pureblood vampire who had desired Lucian for five hundred years, broke into my chamber and pressed a red-hot silver brand against my chest. “A lowborn human sacrifice will never be worthy of our prince.” I watched her bring the brand toward my chest. “If this hurts me once, how many times do you think Lucian will feel it?” Her smile twisted. Then she drove the burning silver into my skin. I couldn’t fight back. I was too weak to even move. Because deep beneath the castle, Lucian was suffering ten times the pain. And when that pain dragged him from his sleep, every vampire in this room would regret ever laying a hand on me.