My Father Sold Me To A Vampire Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My heart pounds so hard it feels like it might break through my ribs. That wasn’t a dream. I know the difference now. I sit up slowly, hands shaking, pressing my palms to my face. I was human. I had a mother. Armed men. Memories don’t come with that kind of weight unless they’re real. Someone hunted us. Someone killed her. And someone—something—turned me into what I am now. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, breath unsteady. “My father,” I whisper. The vampire who claimed me. The one whose blood made me immortal. The one whose story never added up.

I forged ahead, reading more of the highlighted sentences. My eyes landed on one that made my breath hitch. 📔"A SECRET HE NEVER TOLD ME, HE WAS A VAMPIRE"📔 I froze. Who was a vampire? My father? But I never saw him or knew anything about him. Every time I asked Grandpa, he always changed the topic. My thoughts swirled in confusion, but I couldn’t stop reading. I turned to the next page, and another highlighted sentence stared back at me.

I have about the things that happen to the people who end up here. Here I am with others just waiting to be auctioned out to the highest bidder. It is not fair. I should not have to be here. My father was an idiot. He could not stop gambling. He lost everything playing poker with the vampire authority elite. Now I have to pay for his crimes. I have to be here to cover his debts. I should be getting married or going to college but no the vampire authorities plucked me out of my home on my 21st birthday and drug me here. Here to this hell to be auctioned off to some sicko.

He had his attention on a book and didn't notice me coming in until I coughed. He turned to face me with an arched eyebrow. "Oh, you're done already? Did you find what you were looking for?" I nodded lazily before yawning. "Gosh, I gotta go catch a quick nap. And also find what to wear before the arrival of those vampires." My tone ended up being more nervous than I Intended it to be at the end. My father placed a bookmark in his book, closed it, and then proceeded to focus fully on me. "Are you scared of meeting the vampires? You can speak if you don't want to attend the welcome ceremony... You're still pretty new to other races after all."

He asked me to follow him to his office, I left my bags on the ground next to the couch and followed him. "Sit down and tell me something". He said.. " What more can you tell me about the vampire that turned your father?". He added as he rested his back on his chair. I swallowed saliva and said. "I don't really know but dad killed him to become the original vampire ". I responded.. "Original vampire! That tale is as old as we can remember ". Godfather brought out an old book and placed it on his table..

Scars that should have killed him vanished overnight. One old rogue, drunk on cheap wine, laughed low in a tavern one night and said, “His father made a deal with something dark when the boy was dying. A book. Cursed book.” The words hit me like a stone. And then I remembered. I was small, probably seven or eight maybe. Dad sat by our fire, sharpening his knife, I asked him why we never fought back when the werewolves shoved us, or called us names like we were nothing.

I sounded serious, grabbing my father's attention. "What happened?" He looked at me. "I killed someone!" I sounded looking at my father. "What?" He kept his drink on the table in shock. "He was a vampire, and he used to teach physics in our college." “He already murdered someone, and he used to feed different students to calm down his thirst and then compel them to forget about it.“ My father's face turned hard into her as soon as I revealed the piece of information. "He deserves to die—I am proud of you that you killed a bad creature." My father muttered taking my side.

“That's partially correct. My father, Marcus, was a very strong alpha wolf, and I was his only son and heir to his pack. His territory was far from here, very far from here, in a not-too-large village, and we were charged to protect all the people, humans, and wolves alike that lived in the territory from creatures who tasted blood, a job we did pretty fine for so many years until he came.” “Who came?” Adams asked, noticing the sudden shift in Lucian's demeanor. “A man, a strange-looking man, but he was no man. He was a blood-sucking demon, a vampire, and he had an unquenchable taste for blood that I haven't seen before. My father led the charge against this monster with his mighty pack and

“I have known who you are, what you are, and where you’ve been for six years. Your military could not have kept you from us if we wanted you. The loss of human life would have upset you. We didn’t want that and left you be. Please sit down so we may talk. Your sword fire is quite blinding to my sensitive eyes.” He sounded so reasonable. I knew differently. My heart pounded in terror. The vampires played nice when they first came out, but they quickly turned into a nightmare. Humans had something to do with that, but I cast the thought aside. Vampires killed indiscriminately with pure malice. My father never said much about them, but I heard the stories in the city. When I was older and the w

“Just like I know that your father shouldn’t have done that to you.” I go still in shock. “You know about what my dad did?” I feel ashamed. It doesn’t feel good that other people know how cruel my father is. It’s one thing when people in the pack know, but the vampires knowing it too makes me feel small. It’s not easy to know that my father doesn’t love me and never will. If my dad loved me, he wouldn’t have tried to sell me off to King Kane. He would have protected me. He would have fought for me. He did none of that.