The Vampyres’ Source

A thrall is supposed to be a grateful, willing servant, and constant source for their Vampyre Lord. I am not willing and I despise being in his presence. The days have blurred together ever since he forced his blood down my throat. This is supposed to be illegal in society, but the laws don’t apply to the Vampyre King. It doesn’t matter how much I fight him off and refuse to bend to his will despite his blood running through my veins–it only makes him want me more. Apparently I’m an anomaly. No one has ever refused the call of a Vampyre’s blood.

The days have blurred together ever since he forced his blood down my throat. This is supposed to be illegal in society, but the laws don’t apply to the Vampyre King. It doesn’t matter how much I fight him off and refuse to bend to his will despite his blood running through my veins—it only makes him want me more. Apparently, I’m an anomaly. No one has ever refused the call of a Vampyre’s blood. I try to keep my hope alive that someone will step in and right the wrongs of my injustice…. But no one does.

For years, a small kernel of hope for my freedom was all that kept me alive while imprisoned by the brutal Thaician Emperor, Malakai. Now, those wishing to return me to him threaten everything I’ve fought so desperately for.

Thrall. Dhamphyr. Empress. Each is a title that has been thrust upon me, but there’s another I’ll willingly claim for myself: Malakai’s executioner. He thought he could break me, twist me into his obedient pet–but all he has done is add to the list of reasons why I’ll find and kill him.