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My Vampire Harem Will Dominate Everything

Ezra Matten knew things wouldn’t end well the moment he began a winning streak at the casino and true to his words, the night ended with him bleeding to death in a dark alley. Just when he was at the brink of death, he is approached by two female vampires with an offer he can't refuse. Become a vampire and bond with them, or die. Choosing survival, Ezra accepts his new fate and is turned, only to discover the rarity of male vampires in their secretive society. His transformation is further amplified when he acquires a powerful relic from the vampire progenitor, giving him power beyond his wildest dreams. Emerging as a new vampire prince, Ezra is thrust into the middle of a war for the throne left behind by the progenitor. Vampire Society trembles before the might of the Nightmare as he begins his journey to supremacy, carving out a new path and establishing his dominance. "Bow before my strength, Lord Alucard, for I am your god." Ezra's ascent challenges the very foundations of the vampire world. "Why be a king when you can be a god?"

ChakraLord · Fantasia
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358 Chs

Decision Made

Helena froze.

Golden eyes.

Prince Ezra.

This just confirmed her suspicions. Ezra was a prince, explaining the eyes only seen with the progenitor. Something that a relic could induce. But was that also the reason for his ability to share power within his coven?

She didn't think so.

She had heard of the other princes. No one with a hint of ambition didn't know Prince Caspian and Prince Arthur. They were among the strongest princes but even they could not share their powers among their wives.

She knew that each relic granted its own unique ability but this didn't seem like one. She'd been at the well. That was the first time Ezra had activated that ability.

Which meant it was something else.

"You may leave." Helena sat back in her chair, waving the officer away.

He saluted and left her to her thoughts. She ruminated, before going back to the reports on her desk. Time waits for no man.