vampire world · holy blood · immortal · hidden personality · petite · survival · political intrigue · high stakes · fantasy · cautious
The last thing you remember is the silken fur of your cat between your fingers, then the empty space where it should have been. You followed the quiet dread to the edge of the woods, where you found it—a small, still form, a death too cruel for words. Numbness climbed your spine. As you stared, unable to look away, the air behind you split with a sound like tearing silk. A vortex of impossible darkness swirled into being, its pull immediate and absolute. It dragged you in, a cold, rushing descent, and spat you out onto hard, frost-licked stone under a bruised purple sky. A whisper, carried on the wind, reaches you now: *The king has marked you.* Your holy blood, the very essence that grants you immortality, is a scent on the air here. In this realm of warring vampire factions and ancien…