In the year 1637, the world belonged not to men, but to the creatures who had ruled from the shadows for centuries-vampires. What began as whispers of missing persons in isolated villages spread like a plague across continents, until entire towns were left empty, their people vanished without a trace. Humanity was no longer the dominant species; they were prey, cattle, blood bags to be harvested at the will of their immortal masters. From the heart of Rome, where the first vampire lords established their stronghold, the world slowly bent to their rule. Kingdoms fell, rulers swore fealty or were slaughtered, and those who resisted were erased from history. As the years passed, humans learned to submit-those who survived became either slaves or rebels, struggling in secret against an enemy that never aged, never tired, and never forgave. It was in this unforgiving world that Zita Williams was born. Raised in a secluded village far from Rome's oppressive walls, she grew up hearing tales of the Nightborn, the creatures that hunted under the moon's watchful gaze. But to her, they were only legends, stories meant to keep children from wandering too far after dark. Until the disappearances began. At first, it was a few people at a time-a farmer on his way to the fields, a merchant traveling between villages. Then entire families started vanishing overnight. And when Zita's brother, Luca, failed to return home one evening, the reality of the world's darkness became undeniable. While others cowered in fear, Zita refused to remain silent. She had never been the type to accept things without question. If no one else would find out where the missing were taken, she would. Determined to uncover the truth, she made the dangerous decision to leave her village and journey to Rome-the heart of the vampire empire. But what awaited her was not just answers, but a fate more cruel than she could have imagined. Captured by the very creatures she sought to defy, Zita found herself thrown into the world of blood, power, and cruelty, forced into servitude beneath the watchful eyes of the vampire elite. Among them was Ammar Richard, the vampire prince-a being of cold beauty and ruthless authority. To him, humans were nothing more than disposable pets, mere objects for pleasure and nourishment. When he saw Zita, he wanted her, like so many before her. But Zita was not like the others. She was neither broken nor obedient. And her defiance would be the spark that set fire to both of their fates. In a world where love between predator and prey was unthinkable, Zita and Ammar would walk a fine line between hatred and desire, defiance and surrender. And as the tides of war threatened to consume them, they would be forced to choose between duty and the dangerous pull of forbidden love. Because if there was one law that all vampires obeyed, it was this: A vampire can never love a human. But Ammar Richard was never one to follow the rules.
Chapter 1 Shadows over cortona
In the year 1637, the village of Cortona lay nestled amidst the undulating hills of Tuscany. Its timeworn stone cottages stood as enduring sentinels to the lives unfolding within their walls. The villagers, deeply rooted in tradition and the cycles of the land, labored from sunrise to sunset, their hands imbued with the fertile earth that sustained them.
Among them was Zita Williams, a spirited seventeen-year-old known for her unwavering curiosity. Her auburn hair, often hastily tied back, framed a face marked by both youthful innocence and the resilience born of rural life. Her laughter, a rare and cherished sound in these uncertain times, frequently resonated through Cortona's narrow cobblestone lanes, offering brief moments of joy to those who heard it.
Beneath the surface of daily life, however, a palpable sense of unease had begun to take root. Stories of unexplained disappearances circulated among the villagers, each account more alarming than the last. Neighbors vanished without a trace, their homes left undisturbed, as if they had merely stepped out and never returned. The once vibrant village now labored under the weight of uncertainty, with an unspoken dread hanging heavily in the air.
Zita's own family had not been spared from this troubling phenomenon. Her elder brother, Luca, a skilled carpenter, had been among the first to go missing. He had set out one morning to repair a roof in a neighboring village and had never come back. This loss had carved a deep void in Zita's heart, one that ached with each new report of another disappearance.
Despite the growing danger, Zita's innate curiosity refused to be stifled. She sought answers from the village elders, but her inquiries were met with evasive glances and hurried excuses. The church offered little solace; sermons urged steadfast faith but provided no explanations for the mounting tragedies.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting elongated shadows over Cortona, Zita sat with her mother by the hearth. The warmth of the fire did little to chase away the chill that had settled in her bones.
"Mama, we cannot continue like this," Zita murmured, her gaze fixed on the flickering flames.
Her mother, lines of worry etched deeply into her face, sighed heavily. "What would you have us do, child? The world beyond our village is fraught with peril."
"But it is here, within our own homes, that we are being hunted," Zita replied, her voice tinged with frustration. "We must find out what is happening."
Her mother's eyes, once bright and full of life, now reflected only sorrow. "Curiosity can be a dangerous thing, Zita. Promise me you will not do anything rash."
Zita nodded, but her heart was already set. She could not stand idly by while her world crumbled around her. That night, as the village slept under the watchful gaze of the moon, she made a silent vow to uncover the truth, no matter where it might lead her.
Little did she know, her resolve would soon thrust her into a world she had only heard of in whispered legends-a world where shadows held secrets, and the line between the living and the dead blurred into a haunting dance of survival and desire.
The following morning, Zita rose before dawn, her mind resolute. She packed a small satchel with essentials: a loaf of bread, a wedge of cheese, and a flask of water. As she fastened her cloak, her mother appeared in the doorway, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Must you go?" her mother implored, her voice trembling.
"I must, Mama. For Luca, and for all those who have vanished."
Embracing her mother tightly, Zita whispered words of reassurance she did not entirely believe. With a final kiss on her mother's cheek, she stepped into the cool morning air, the first light of dawn casting a pale glow over the village.
The path to Rome was fraught with uncertainty. Zita had never ventured beyond the neighboring villages, and the tales of dangers lurking in the forests and along the roads were enough to deter even the bravest souls. Yet, her determination propelled her forward, each step a defiance against the fear that sought to paralyze her.
As she journeyed through dense woodlands and across rolling fields, Zita encountered remnants of a world she scarcely recognized. Abandoned carts, dilapidated inns, and silent hamlets spoke of a populace gripped by fear. The few travelers she met hurried past, their eyes avoiding contact, their faces etched with anxiety.
After several days, the towering walls of Rome loomed on the horizon, their imposing presence both awe-inspiring and intimidating. The city, once a beacon of civilization and culture, now seemed shrouded in an oppressive atmosphere. As Zita approached the gates, she observed guards clad in unfamiliar attire, their expressions stern and unyielding.
"State your business," one of the guards demanded, eyeing her with suspicion.
"I seek information about the recent disappearances plaguing the villages," Zita replied, her voice steady despite the unease gnawing at her.
The guards exchanged glances before one of them sneered, "Curiosity can be dangerous, girl. Best return to where you came from."
"I cannot. My brother is among the missing," she insisted, her resolve unwavering.
The guard's expression softened momentarily before hardening once more.
Chapter 1 Shadows over cortona
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Chapter 2 The captive' s Fate
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Chapter 3 The Prince's Pet
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Chapter 4 Bound by His Rules
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Chapter 5 A Cage of Gold
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Chapter 6 The First Lesson
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Chapter 7 A Dangerous Game
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Chapter 8 The Prince's Shadow
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Chapter 9 A Slave's Defiance
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Chapter 10 A Game of Survival
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Chapter 11 A Dangerous Proposition
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Chapter 12 The Offer
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Chapter 13 A Lesson in Power
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Chapter 14 The Breaking Point
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Chapter 15 The Chains That Bind
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Chapter 16 A Taste of Power
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Chapter 17 A Choice in Chains
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Chapter 18 Shadows of Defiance
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Chapter 19 The Price of Defiance
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Chapter 20 A Game of Shadows
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Chapter 21 Shadows in the Dark
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Chapter 22 Walking the Edge of a Blade
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Chapter 23 The Game of Deception
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Chapter 24 The Edge of Betrayal
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Chapter 25 The Price of Betrayal
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Chapter 26 Bound by Chains Unseen
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Chapter 27 A Web of Lies
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Chapter 28 An Unexpected Confession
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Chapter 29 The Echoes We Bury
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Chapter 30 Beneath the Surface
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Chapter 31 Lian's survival
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