The Royal Revenge
A captured princess, a bastard prince, joined by a wedding neither of them wanted. Once a warrior princess, Elysianne now lives the life of a slave. She had a solid plan to avenge her people - infiltrate the vampire hierarchy and eliminate the monarchs. But then all of it went to waste with one crazy mistake that ultimately led her marrying the enemy. Aleksander was rumored to be cursed. Believed to bring the kingdom's doom if he stayed at the castle, he was sent away to live in a rundown manor with only two servants. Brought together as a joke, mocked and set up for death, Elysianne and Aleksander were two opposite poles of a magnet with the same hunger for vengeance. When the reigning monarch dies a mysterious death, while the crown prince gets murdered in battle, the unlikely couple ends up rising to the throne! Bounded by an agreement solely on revenge, Elysianne and Aleksander turn the vampire kingdom upside-down. But what if they find themselves entangled in the heat of a passionate love they never knew could happen? Could enemies turn to lovers then? +++ EXCERPT: "I want this kingdom to fall apart, I want to hunt down the people who made my life a misery, burn those that humiliated me." "And where do I fit in that grand plan of yours, your highness, soon to be king, Prince Aleksander?" The prince smiled and his canines glinted in the moonlight. A cold wind blew from the open window and the princess bit down her impulse to tremble under his smoldering gaze, "Lend me your power Princess Elysianne… become my queen, and together we shall get our revenge served in a silver platter." +++ Only Volume 3 contains R18 scenes. Volume 3 and MGS ended last June2022. Marked it "Completed" but will continue the story by publishing another book soon. Join my discord server https://discord.gg/ZQRG7bfJsr
The Black Bandits
One by one, the Black Bandits poured in and surrounded them.
They came from all directions, from up the trees, behind bushes, storming in on the vampires as they roared in unison – a battle cry, or perhaps a song of fury.
From the corner of her eye, she noted that men clad in black clothes had started to clash with the knights.
Adrenaline kicked in the princess' body as the sound of swords in contact echoed in the tiny patch of forest they were at.
Elys found it hard to grasp how everybody weren't able to sense the bandits before the attack transpired. One moment they had been peacefully resting from a long journey, the next thing she knew they were outnumbered by people who clearly were mad as hell.
The bandits clearly seemed to have planned their attack, waiting on an opportune moment to launch at them.
But one thing still didn't click – why didn't the prince or any of the knights notice them?