All Chapters of The Vampire King Reclaiming His Lost Princess : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

'The King of Darkness or a King hiding in the dark?'For years the King of Vampires, Vladimir had been hiding. . . Hiding from the ones he had betrayed for his bride~ Living in the darkness, speaking the language of silence. . . 17 years ago the King of Vampires, Vladimir was lured into a trap set by an Oracle who gave him hope of finding something he had long given up on. . . His Fated Bride~The girl was yet to be born and Vladimir was aware that no parents in their right mind will give their daughter to a vicious Millennium old Vampire King. So in the heat of the moment, Vladimir didn't think twice before trading with the Oracle to hand his bride to him in secret without letting her parents know.But the Vampire King never expected the witch to deceive him and abduct his bride using Vladimir as a pawn in her twisted game. . . Battling with his fury and madness the Vampire King had searched every dark forest where the Oracle could hide but he had come back empty-handed with not

'The King Of Darkness Or A King Hiding In The Dark.'Vladimir was the most cunning, vicious, and oldest Vampire to ever roam the earth. The lethal killing machine~ That's what they called him. But Vladimir was just a coward who had been running from those he had betrayed for his Bride.His conscience constantly told him that he needed to look, search for the hidden and unspoken. That was what his bride was. Hidden and Unspoken. . . Hell! Even her parents were not aware of her existence and Vladimir was the only one to be blamed for that. . .The King of Vampires stared at the burning timber in the fireplace as a gust of breath left his lips.There was a time when his soul had burnt like the woods. A time when he had searched the deadly wastelands, a place that can even kill an immortal like him but he hadn’t cared. Like a man possessed he had roamed those land to search for a girl who was his destiny.Like a madman possessed by darkness, he had fought with to

Esmeray couldn't hold any grudge against Maeve, no matter how much she wanted to because of the taunts and insults Maeve had thrown her way over the past years.At some point, we all just want someone we can blame our miseries on. But Esmeray had passed that phase. She had accepted that we all have to be toughened by fate by facing everything we are afraid of. But it seemed like Maeve was still stuck in that phase.In Esmeray's life, everything she had been afraid of had happened. There was nothing she held dear or nothing she cared for enough to be fearful of losing. It had been five years since she had been living among these Lost Souls and now it felt like she had become one too. The only difference was that she still has a beating heart.Maeve's family was sacrificed like a lamb for people they didn’t even know. Maeve's home broke for the people who were related to Esmeray by blood.Earlier Maeve had asked what Esmeray would have done if she was in Maeve's place. . . If Esmeray wa

Esmeray scanned her surroundings in fascination as she followed the servant who was going to help her in fixing her dress problem. The castle seemed to be built by someone who loved perfection, elegance and authenticity. The one who had designed it must be proud of what he had created. The walls were strong as was the structure. It could give shelter to the ones residing in it for millennia to the come.The walls of the corridor seemed even yet when Esmeray looked keenly she noticed stones, stones of various sizes and shapes, each one unique in its own way.The proud stones represented themselves as the protector of the ancient immortals residing between its walls.The floor was carpeted, it was hard to hear any footsteps because of the maroon padded carpet. Countless tiny glass chandlers were hanging from the ceiling of the corridors that were emitting dim light. The dimly lit corridors gave a little creepy feel but guess it was the Vampire Castle so dark and creepy was something

Vladimir groaned as he rolled on his bed.Wait. . .Why was his bed so hard? Opening his eyes he blinked rapidly to get rid of his blurry sight and adjusted his eyes to the dim moonlight. Vladimir's ears twitched at the chirping sound of crickets that disturbed the silence of his surroundings.It took a few minutes to register in his mind that he wasn't in his bed and definitely not in his royal chamber.When Vladimir tried to lift his hands he was surprised to find them bound with a rope. The blue light emitting from the rope indicated that it was enchanted and won't break no matter how much force he used against it.When he tried to trace, he couldn't. Somehow the rope was restraining him from tracing back to his castle. The one who had bound him had cleverly planned this. He was successful to trap Vladimir by restraining his tracing ability. A burning urge of violence bloomed in Vladimir's chest. The nincompoop was going to die from his hands.Vladimir groaned in annoyance. . .W