My Father Sold Me To A Vampire Book Novels & Stories

My fiancé sold me to the Norling crime family to pay off a five-million-dollar gambling debt, telling me to please their Don. What he didn't know is that the Don of the Norling family is my father. On our third anniversary, Julius took me to a black market auction in Vegas. "Close your eyes, baby," he whispered. "I promise you're gonna love this surprise." I thought he was going to bid on a gift for me. I did as he asked, closing my eyes and letting him lead me by the hand down a noisy hallway.

The furniture was shaking and the books on the shelves dropped on the floor one by one. Father dearest was now pissed. With a flash, I was thrown across the room, and pinned against the wall with an invisible energy. Then, my bones started cracking and it was excruciating. His body became blurry and fuzzy, then disappeared then materialized in front of me with a cold look. "Never use that tone on your mother, Derek, if you want to live. Now, be good son and do as you are told." He said with a sneer. My father was a powerful vampire, and he could take me down with no effort.

My father's voice cut through the eerie silence. "Virgin?" he asked. My father nodded. A cold realization gripped my heart—my worst nightmare was unfolding before my eyes. I was being sold. This was common here at crest haven, but who knew it would happen to me? Fear and disbelief mingled as I stood there, frozen in the suffocating reality. The room seemed to spin, and I stumbled on my feet. It was happening too fast, this night felt like the night I had come home to see my mother's bloody head in my father's hand.

With my freed hand, I grabbed the arm of one of the vamps, pumping him full of the electrical current from the tips of my fingers, frying him to the point that he smelt like burnt meat. The other vamp’s eyes widened in surprise at his friend’s new situation. He let go of me as he took a step back as the other vamp fell to the ground between us. I went to raise my hand to zap him to dust but my father beat me to the kill. Blind siding him and taking him down to the ground, doing the same to him as he did to the vamp before. My father’s eyes then moved to mine and I could see the compassion and worry in them for my safety at that moment but I wasn’t going to leave the battlefield like he wante

Three soldiers in crimson strode in — pale-skinned, sharp-featured, every step silent as the grave. Vampires. My breath hitched. That was when I knew. This wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t a test. It was real. “Father,” I said, bowing hurriedly until my nails dug into the floorboards. “Can you really bear it? I’ll be killed.” My nose was already touching the floorboards in desperation. I breathed the oil and salt heavily. I kept telling myself this was just another power play. My own father couldn't really be that cruel.

This isn’t about wanting… I needed the truth. “Only one way to know. Tell me the truth.” I say quietly. The wind blows through the trees, as if they are whispering the truth that my father has kept from me. “A long time ago, we encountered a camp of vampires, and as expected, a fight broke out, and we won… We killed the men and took the women as spoils of the win.” My stomach sinks a little, although deep down I had a feeling that it was something along those lines…

"Any man who dares come near you will be digging his own grave." I chuckled, finding a spark of confidence to taunt him further. Placing my hands on my waist, I shook my head rhythmically, as though swaying to music only I could hear. "You know what, Damon? Right before you took me, my father sold me to another Don. So, technically, I’m his, not yours." His reaction was immediate. He rose from his chair, and walked toward me. His cologne was intoxicating and woodsy, wrapping around me like a trap.

Macon says. “This old bastard tells me that he is our father. Is that true?” I ask Macon. Macon takes a deep breath. “Yes, the vampire is our father, but he did not raise me. Our grandfather raised me,” Macon says. “Well, you all left me with a drunk who abused me and starved and eventually sold me to a pack of wolves!” I scream. Macon reaches out for me again. “I said do not touch her!” Erick yells at Macon.