The Blood Princess And The Knight

Once a noble knight sworn to sacred duties, I found myself overpowered and taken prisoner during a fierce clash with the vampire forces.

“You think death will free you? Not a chance,” the silver-haired monarch of the night whispered, her crimson eyes gleaming with mischief.

Her cold fingers tilted my chin upward as she leaned closer, a sly grin playing on her lips.

“Embrace my gift instead,” she murmured, her breath chilling against my skin.

“From now on, you’ll serve as my precious daughter—forever bound to me.”

Before I could protest, her fangs glinted in the dim light, inching toward the vulnerable curve of my neck.

The last thing I saw was her triumphant smirk, sealing my fate as darkness closed in.

No longer a warrior of the light, I would awaken as something else entirely—her creation, her kin.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, but resistance was futile.

Her embrace was inescapable, her will absolute.

And so, my old life ended, while a new, eternal existence began under her rule.