The Vampire Princess Novels & Stories

They settled on the floor with her head on his shoulder; this time, with no headrest. "I think I've read up to half of it," she told him, skimming through the pages. The book was quite thick. "The vampire lord and his immortal empress," he read out the subtitle, "I thought they were both immortals?" "Yes but he was a vampire and though vampires can live forever, they can be killed but she, she was blessed by the moon goddess and so, she couldn't be killed. Whenever she is killed, she just wheezes back to life," she explained.

"The Vampires sent some kind of elite kill team...in all my years I've never seen the likes of those ones, they focused their assault on the dungeons and ended up taken one prisoner away" Damon rubbed his chin and brooded deeply. "This prisoner...who was it?" Damon asked. "It was a human. They call her Princess Anna of Grenalia. Venus apprehended both she and Lucian when they tried to infiltrate Were Kult" Amarok refuted. Damon swung his head and looked at Amarok fully, his eyes looking like they had just seen a ghost. "Lucian? Lucian is dead for Lycan's sake Amarok, don't joke with such matters" Damon rebuked the Chief healer.

Esther I lose track of time while running, and by the time I go back to the pack house, it’s eight in the morning. I contemplate climbing up the wall and getting in through the window when I hear approaching footsteps. “Princess Esther,” William, one of the elders, bows with a smile that could light up a room. “No, there’s no need to bow,” I smile politely. “Well, you are a princess...” “Of the vampires,” I interject.

“So this is what your kind does? Spend your days enslaving people because you think you’re better than us?” “Well, not every vampire gets that privilege. I guess it’s just my luck that I turned out to be the vampire princess.” I just stared. So Rose Thane was the vampire princess. I had heard of the vampire princess in a few hushed, concealed tales. So very rare had I heard about her that she had seemed like a myth, but here she was, standing right in front of me in the flesh.

The tale of Vampires unfolds as a dark and contentious chapter in supernatural history, a catalyst for the cataclysmic Great War that swept through the mystical realm, leaving a trail of death and despair in its wake. About 130 million years ago, Crown Princess Octavia of the Mages Kingdom, tormented by the loss of her beloved, resorted to a desperate bargain with the devil. She bartered her very soul, becoming a sinister sorceress beneath the baleful glow of a full moon. With a forbidden incantation, she sought to resurrect her lost love, but the result was a wretched transformation—her once cherished partner was reborn as a ravenous fiend, thirsting for the blood of countless innocent soul

They captured the vampire princess and sent word to Aelra, demanding that he return the corpse of human princess in exchange for his granddaughter. But Aelra refused to release the corpse of the human princess. He sent armies to investigate the whereabouts of the princess and if she was truly in the human settlement. Enraged beyond measure, the human race finally retaliated. They took the vampire princess and left her in the sunlight, where she burned until her entire body turned to ash. When the skeleton of the vampire princess was brought back to Valeria in a rotten box stuffed with decayed thin

"I had a vision earlier—of your death, Joseph. You were poisoned by the vampire princess. I also had a vision of where you are. That's why I came here. To save you." Joseph's brow furrowed. "A princess?" "Yes," Marina said, walking back to her seat. "Her name is Irina, daughter of Count Viktor himself. She's on a quest to find the blood of the Pure-blooded Fairy to save her father from dying." Chris swore under his breath. "So it's true. Viktor's on his deathbed." Marina nodded. "Yes. He's approaching his ten-thousandth year. After that, vampires begin to rot from the inside. They shrivel to dust unless replenished by powerful blood magic."

With what little strength I had left, I screamed at them and mentioned the title I had kept buried for years. "This is a warning! I'm the wolf princess of the Werewolf Kingdom! Think about the consequences of hurting me!" They only laughed. "Wolf princess? That ruthless wolf princess from back then? You expect us to believe she turned into a wretch like you?" They ripped what was left of my dress and closed in again. "We're in the wild. No one's coming. Let's finish this." "I won't lie. She's got a hell of a body." I closed my eyes and drowned in despair.

The way his fingers closed around mine like they belonged there. He guided me down into the chair. Only when he’d sat beside me..thigh brushing mine, heat radiating through the sweatpant did the spell break. I blinked rapidly. Snapped back into myself. What the hell was that? I looked around the table, cheeks burning, and my gaze landed on the so-called Princess Loretta. She was pale. Not sickly pale. Ethereal pale. Skin like fresh snow under moonlight. Hair black as ink, falling in perfect waves. Eyes the color of fresh blood…dark, rich, impossible. The most beautiful vampire I’d ever seen.

His eyes went wide for half a second, then guarded. "Lily," he said, very quietly. "I know." "This is inconvenient." "I know," I said again. We went on dancing. Neither of us spoke. The candlelight swung past in streaks and the room dissolved around us, and for a few turns I forgot I was anyone's exhibit. I forgot to be afraid. I only knew his hand, and the fact that I didn't want him to let go. I hated it. Of course I hated it. He was a vampire prince who'd called me a term of a treaty. I had no right to feel anything but caution.