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The vampire prince

Chapter 3 The Prince's Pet

Word Count: 824    |    Released on: 18/03/2025

less corridors. Her hands remained shackled, the silver biting into her skin with every move

doors, their heavy weight groaning as

moonlight to seep through. A massive canopy bed stood at the center, its sheets as black as the night sky. Intricate carvings of ancient symbols lined the

replace, his expression unrea

us," he

ent before bowing and exiting the r

was alone

ulders, forcing hers

asked, her voice steady despit

. "If I wanted you dead, I wou

of him radiated danger, but it was the way he looked at her-li

in. "Then what do

iosity, Zita Williams." His voice was smooth, almost hypnotic. "Most humans know their place. B

er fists. "I a

ear

ell to the floor with a sharp clang, leaving behind raw, reddened skin. Zita

arefully. "You will do as I say, when I say it. If y

ropped lowe

look away. "An

widened. He li

'll bre

ween them, thick with

been stolen from her home, ripped from everything she

freely, but know this, Zita-your defiance amuses me now,

ond. She needed to survive. A

small table of food had been set. Fresh bread, roasted meat,

ually, sitting on the edge

er than to trust a vampire's

eeding yourself," Ammar said,

over suspic

ever once turning her back on him. She was in the de

n silence. Then

mused, "why did you

words carefully. She couldn't trust him. But

d," she said. "Luca. I

"And you thought you

t I'd fin

lickering in his pale eyes. "And wha

the goblet in her hands. "It

tly, studying her. As if h

ing," he

e. Whatever he was thinking,

id, standing. "You'll

r w

eturned. "F

ther, he strode to the door, disa

taring at the empty sp

t she had a feeling her true b

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The vampire prince
The vampire prince
“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.”