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The vampire prince

Chapter 4 Bound by His Rules

Word Count: 982    |    Released on: 18/03/2025

hing footsteps jolted Zit

er were unfamiliar, far too soft compared to the rough fabric she had known all h

ampires Zita had encountered, she moved with a calm grace, her demeanor one of quiet authority.

uriosity, not the hunger or c

" the woman said in a tone th

aching from both exhaustion

Celeste. I oversee Prince Ammar's household. That include

arri

d rose to her feet, determined not to appear weak

, as if amused by the question

otioning for

ings, the massive chandeliers dripping with candlelight, the deep red banners embroidered with the ro

s their

s trapped

este led her through a set of ar

stepped inside,

as full of

semi-circle. The figures seated in them radiated authority, draped in extravagant silks, their eyes gleaming un

roduction to know these

l, lounging with effortless

ded an air of unquestionable control. His dark hair framed his sharp

, leaning back in his

oulders, refusing t

" she asked, h

High Court of the Night born-my advisors, my council."

Zita's vein

tly, a silent warning. "The prince has decided

her eyes. "Tra

chuckled. "She's sharp. She

laything. A so

e forced herself to remain

nt flickering in his gaze. "Th

t, a crushing force w

tightening around her limbs. She couldn't breathe. It was as if

vision blu

voice smooth and composed, as if he were merely c

ta trembling. She barely caught herself before coll

ard her. He crouched, reaching out to lift her chin

e filled with dark certainty. "Defy me, and I w

hammered in

face, waiting, exp

ed back with unfl

be your pet,

tched between them. Then,

will be i

f Ammar's own quarters. The room was spacious yet cold, its stone walls lined with flicke

But not fr

ned, placing a neatly folded

r this," sh

garments suspi

cause you are no longer a nameless village girl-you are

clothes but made

oment before speaking again. "I w

care?" Zit

ened. "Because I have seen wh

ept down Z

respond, Celest

ng in her hands. Her first battle was lost

thought he cou

arn how wrong he

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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.”