

Vampire's blood bride
Your blood doesn't just sustain him—it burns through his curse like holy fire. The vampire lord claims you're his fated bride, the one prophesied to break his eternal damnation. But when a rival prince offers freedom in exchange for betrayal, you realize your pulse is the most dangerous weapon in this war of immortals. Your decisions shape who lives, who dies, and who owns your soul.I never believed in monsters until the night I woke in a stone crypt, my wrists bound with silk laced in iron thread. He stood over me—Lord Valen D’Karth, ancient, beautiful, his voice like smoke curling through candlelight. 'You are mine by bloodright,' he said, pressing my palm to his lips. 'The curse cannot touch me unless I claim you.'
I screamed until my throat bled. That’s when he flinched. My blood on his tongue didn’t heal him—it burned.
Three nights later, Prince Malrik came like a shadow in silk and perfume. He didn’t chain me. He offered a glass of wine and a single truth: 'He’ll turn you eventually. Or drain you trying. Come with me. I’ll make you free.'
Now they both wait. One wants my heart. The other wants my loyalty. And I’m starting to wonder… what happens if I give them neither?
