The Blood Princes

kill him, someone please kill that monster! monster where’s the monster? wait hope you don’t mean me. I’m offended to call someone as handsome,smart and also handsome as me and yes i said handsome twice because important things need to be stated twice, can you believe the nerve of this guy he and his vampire buddies wanted me dead and when I killed them he has the nerve to call me a monster. The elders will come for your head my clan will come for you, ooh I hope so and don’t worry I’ll send them to you soon after all can’t have you getting lonely wherever you are going, why are you doing this, nothing personal just good old fashioned genocide with a side dish of revenge. And next time you go after a guy’s family make sure they are all dead okay time to die and tell the others down there to prepare a nice place for your clan members don’t worry about the cost in hell tell them Sinclair sent you. Sinclair no but you are supposed to be de..ad.

Stories of Dracula, the crimson king. Something different from what have been told. The dream returned again, thick with fog and the stench of old blood. Elara stood barefoot on blackened soil, surrounded by whispering shadows. A voice echoed through the mist — ancient, intimate. “Izolda…” She didn’t recognize the name, yet it struck something buried deep, like a cracked bell in her bones. She woke before dawn, heart pounding. Behind her ear, blood trickled from a place no wound should be. She dabbed it with trembling fingers and stared at the smear of red. It was the third time this month. At first, she told herself it was stress. Nerves. Imagination. But when three monks arrived that morning cloaked in silence and dusk-colored robes, her doubts unraveled. “You’ve heard the Call,” the eldest said. “The Seal weakens.” They knew her name. They spoke of an order older than kings. And of a man — a monster — bound beneath soil and stone. Dracula. Elara’s blood remembered things her mind could not. And now, the past clawed its way forward — not as memory, but as prophecy.

Li Wuxian was born to rule, but on the eve of his coronation, everything was stolen. Once beloved by his stepmother more than her own son, Li Wuxian's brilliant mind and fearless heart made him both admired and feared in the royal court. But one bold decision changed everything: defending the woman he loved against a cruel injustice committed by the queen herself. Abandoned by the very mother who once adored him, Wuxian was dethroned and replaced by his stepbrother. To silence public outcry and seal the betrayal, a powerful forbidden spell was cast by his stepbrother, the mastermind behind their separation. He erased the memory of Li Wuxian from the world. Even from Li Wuxian himself. He awoke in the Outland, stripped of his identity and status, haunted by a single fragment of memory: a name that echoes through fire and thunder—Li Wuxian. With nothing but fragments of a forgotten past and the loyalty of one unlikely friend, Wuxian stumbles upon a dangerous opportunity. To return to the Inland, he must pass a brutal test set by the Demon Lord of the Southern Ridge, a former army commander who now deals with secret weapons, black market purchase and forbidden magic. There, Li Wuxian is introduced to the art of blood magic; a power outlawed by the kingdom, feared by every mage. But what begins as a desperate quest for identity soon awakens something deeper: a destiny soaked in blood, vengeance, and a crown once denied. The world may have forgotten Li Wuxian. But the Blood Magus will make sure they remember!

Blood is all there is. Vita is all that gives. After the suicide of the High Monarch, the Senvia Empire is thrown into chaos. Denegis Blanc, Second Son of Blood Denegis, finds his peaceful life thrown into chaos. With peace gone, what will he do? In a world where power is inherited through veins and destiny is written in vitas, what remains when the old order dies?

WARNING: DARK AND MATURE CONTENT. Readers discretion advised. Serena Alaric wanted nothing more than a quiet life, far from the shadows of her family’s dark past. But when masked enforcers storm her home and drag her into the clutches of the Council of Vitae, she learns her blood is the key to a deadly legacy she never asked for. Lucian Draven is the cold and ruthless leader of a powerful mafia syndicate, cursed to endure unimaginable pain. The Council claims Serena is his only salvation. Yet beneath the Council’s polished facade lies a web of lies, experiments, and betrayal that runs far deeper than either of them imagined. Forced into an uneasy alliance and given a time limit to produce an heir, Serena and Lucian must navigate a treacherous world of power and manipulation, where trust is a rare commodity. As they uncover the truth about the Council’s sinister plans, their hatred begins to give way to something unexpected—a bond forged in fire and blood. But with enemies closing in from all sides and time running out, Serena and Lucian must decide: will they fight their fates, or embrace the dangerous connection that could either save them, or destroy them both?

He ruled the night-cold, immortal, untouchable. She was the only light he ever loved. And the one he destroyed. Centuries ago, Lucien Moretti, vampire mafia king and heir to the Blood Court, chose power over love. He sacrificed her in a dark ritual meant to break an ancient curse-But instead, it bound their souls for eternity. Now, she walks the world again. Mortal. Reincarnated. Unaware. Living a quiet life behind sketchbooks and solitude-until one storm slick night outside a jazz bar, a stranger speaks her name before she ever gives it. Lucien is a man carved from shadows. Dark. Mysterious. Dangerous. And he looks at her like she's the last thing keeping him alive. She doesn't remember him. But he remembers everything. Until a single touch from a stranger awakens visions she can't explain. The past roars back: A crown set in flames. A wedding soaked in blood. A love that ended in betrayal... and fire. Every touch brings back fragments of a life she never lived. Every kiss resurrects a love that once killed them both. He's vowed to protect her this time, even if it means betraying his bloodline She's vowed to destroy him-without knowing why. But fate never forgets. And neither does vengeance. Because she wasn't just anyone. She was a queen once. And someone is determined to bury her again.

Death was supposed to be the end. It wasn't. He had conquered the martial world as the legendary Blood God Energy—a master strategist whose name struck fear into enemies across the land. But even legends fall when those closest to them drive the knife deepest. Betrayed by the very lord he served, he died thinking his story was over. He was wrong. Reborn as Aslan, the fifteen-year-old crown prince of the fallen Maran Kingdom, he awakens to find his royal blood has become a death sentence. Enslaved by the very nobles who destroyed his homeland, he's thrust into the brutal gladiatorial arenas—not for glory or freedom, but for their twisted entertainment. They don't just want him to die; they want to preserve his corpse as a trophy, a taxidermied reminder of a kingdom's extinction. But they've made one fatal miscalculation. The body may be that of a scrawny prince, but the mind belongs to a master who has crawled back from death itself. Armed with memories of two lifetimes and an unbreakable will to live on his own terms, he'll transform from prey to predator. Because this time, he won't just survive the game of power and betrayal. He'll rewrite the rules entirely. In a world that sees him as nothing more than entertainment, how far will a dead man walking go to reclaim his throne?

“They didn’t just destroy my family… they tried to erase our name from the world itself. But blood remembers. And so will they.” Left for dead in the desolate wastes known as the Dusk Barrens, Aeron Draxel, the last surviving heir of a fallen noble bloodline, awakens inside a long-forgotten ruin. There, hidden beneath stone and silence, he discovers a sealed Spatial Kingdom, filled with ancient knowledge and the cultivation legacies of a forgotten God-tier expert. In a world where strength defines destiny, and betrayal flows deeper than loyalty, Aeron begins his journey from zero cultivation to building a mighty empire, crushing sects, outsmarting kingdoms, and awakening powers no one dared to touch. His goal is not just revenge. He will reshape the world that cast him aside. He will raise a kingdom from ash, forge legions from loyalty, and rise beyond the heavens—all with nothing but his broken body, a forbidden legacy, and a mind sharpened by hatred. Let the world learn: The strongest cultivator isn’t always born… sometimes, he’s made in blood.

Tristan Bao is at the bottom of the barrel, broke, and stuck with a Spark so weak that he was disowned by his own father. But rent doesn't pay itself, and the only place that pays the best money is the Defenders. Life will be stuck in the Tower: a cursed labyrinth crawling with monsters, secrets, and power beyond belief. What should have been an easy E-rank run turns into a slaughter, and once the survivors leave, something comes out with them. He survived the Tower by pure chance, so what happens now? He was struck with such a harsh change to his body. How will he survive in this world now?

The King of Kingston , father of storms and steel is dying. The word rides salt winds and whisper smoke: his crown, his gold, his fleet of black-sailed ships, all free for the bold enough to claim them. he sends a message to his Four sons, four heirs, scattered by blood feuds and grudges older than their scars. Levi, who bends kingdoms like storms bend trees. Benjamin, who turned gutter thieves into silk-draped nobles. Esau, the ghost prince exiled to the sea’s edge. Aziz, rebel blade, the bastard who vowed never to bow. But blood means nothing when the throne promises everything. Two brothers already weigh blades in the dark, each willing to kill the rest to be crowned alone. Beyond the royal veins, worse shadows gather the warlords he once bribed and chained now circle Kingston’s dying heart, hungry to carve up his kingdom before his bones are cold. Power is Arcane-born, faith-forged and mercy is the first to drown. In the end, only one lion roars loud enough to rule.

A thousand years after the gods betrayed and fled this world, divine blood is forbidden to humans... But when an unknown young man appears bearing a divine seal in his veins, the Seven Kingdoms begin to fall one by one. Between an ancient prophecy, a throne fit only for a murderer, and a witch haunted by the voices of the dead, will Darien be the savior of humanity? Or will he lead them to their second doom?

Class XI-C is cursed. That’s what the whispers say. Students are vanishing. Names are being forgotten. Entire identities erased like they never existed. Teachers won’t talk. Parents pretend. And the school? The school just smiles. Vicki Arana wasn’t supposed to be special—just another teenager trying to survive high school without failing math or losing his mind. Unfortunately, he already failed the second one. Because something ancient lives inside him. An entity of war. Of oaths. Of blood. Its name is Avici Narak, and it whispers in forgotten tongues and drags nightmares into daylight. When the boundary between memory and reality starts to fracture, Vicki—along with his golden-retriever best friend Raka, and ruthless logic-machine Nayla—must unravel the truth behind the school’s hidden history, a growing pattern of disappearances, and a blood covenant that should have stayed buried. All while being stalked by forces older than the gods. There's a shadow that watches. A broker that knows too much. And an ancient name no one dares to say: Narakasura. The rules of existence are breaking. The pact is unraveling. And Vicki may not survive long enough to ask: “Whose name disappears next?”

In a world where nearly every human is born with a unique power known as an Aspect, society is divided between shining paragons known as Heroes—state-licensed protectors—and the shadows they try to suppress. Behind the glimmering lies a seething underworld: powerful gangs, rogue crews, and syndicates thriving in the cracks of law and morality.

“Some shadows are not cast by the absence of light… but by something deeper within.” In the depths of a world torn apart by bloodlines, madness, and silent wars, Kael was born without a legacy, without a name worth remembering, and without the right to dream. Raised in the forgotten layers of society, where weakness is a crime and silence is survival, he learned early that hope is a dangerous thing. But beneath the quiet, something stirs. Not a voice. Not a memory. Something else. Something watching him. Calling him. Something he cannot name—yet. As secrets unravel and unseen forces begin to circle, Kael finds himself entangled in threads far older and darker than he ever imagined: cults that twist the past, families that tear the earth to bury their sins, and whispers that follow him into sleep. This is not the story of a boy seeking power. It is the journey of someone standing on the edge—between sanity and the abyss, between what is expected… and what cannot be escaped. And with every step forward, the light fades… and the shadows grow.

Ten years ago, Joseph Cassian was thrown into a maximum-security prison for crimes he didn’t commit framed by the very family whose blood runs through his veins. Now, at twenty-eight, he walks free into a world where the city’s mafia empires have mysteriously crumbled. Their leaders, slaughtered. Their empires, burned. All while Joseph sat in silence behind bars... no one can prove he did anything and yet it all happened as if he planned it. Was he just a wrongfully imprisoned scapegoat, a man who survived injustice? Or is he a mastermind a Don who orchestrated revenge so flawlessly that not even he had to lift a finger? Now that he’s free, Joseph stands at a crossroads. He can leave the blood behind, walk away from the ashes of an empire that once owned the city. Or he can claim what’s left of his legacy and become the very Don the world has feared all along.

A WORLD WHERE THREE TRIBES SHARE POWER: VAMPIRE, WOLF, AND HUMAN... A WORLD AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS... When Lady Munro of the Wolf Tribe sold her human step-daughter Kya for 20 measly pieces of gold, little did she know that she gave the Vampire Tribe the opportunity to draw blood and end the reign of the Munro clan as heads of the Wolf Tribe. Kya, now bought in an auction by the twin princes of the Baden clan as a birthday gift to themselves, is in for a world of surprise. Lords Lucarick and Arcen struggle with their want to taste the blood of their new pet, and to use her in order to increase their own elemental attributes of Ice and Shadow. Singularities are incredibly rare, nearly hunted to extinction for their abilities. Descendants of winged divine creatures, they were hunted for the power their blood brings, but the true test of what they can do is only known in myth; the love of a Singularity can impower the recipient with nearly unlimited potential. What will become of Kya as the two brothers struggle to share her while her step-mother tries to claim her once again? Will her Singularity blood be a curse or blessing?

The Kingdom of Cana was once known for being the bearers of magic. When those in power want more, they go to dark means to get it. Nobles are secretly creating a drug to heighten their magic powers, but when they start to use others' blood, it takes a turn. A bad batch called Sangra was given out to the addicted lower class. Loss of magical ability and a sun allergy were just a start of the side effects--they craved blood. Elfrea falls victim to being forced to drink the a vial of Sangra before being locked away. Centuries later Alea, a young witch, hides and steals to get by. For if witch hunters pick up on her trail it could be her end.

"Some assassins die in silence... But some leave behind an echo that never fades." In a world torn apart by war, seven mighty nations cling to power, their kings dripping in gold and blood. But beneath the surface of Veylorion, shadows stir — and a name long thought dead resurfaces: The Phantom. No one knows his face. No one has heard his voice. Only the trail of black feathers and corpses he leaves behind. But this is not his story... This is the story of the boy who follows that trail. A boy entangled in a legacy of blades, betrayal, and blood. A boy destined to uncover a secret that could collapse empires — or give birth to a war even the gods can't stop. As nations hunt the ghost of a killer, and allies turn to enemies, one truth becomes clear: > Legends don’t fade… they evolve.

He was only fifteen... Chained. Tortured. Beheaded before a crowd that cheered for his death. But death refused to hold him. Sirab — the boy they called a monster — rises again with blood in his hands and fire in his eyes. The nobles who destroyed his village… the army who burned his people… the princess who hunted for pleasure… they thought it was over. They were wrong. In a broken world ruled by dark empires, where power comes from sacrifice and only the rich deserve to live, one boy will break every chain with vengeance. He is no hero. He is no savior. > He is the Hunter.

In a world, where demons and beings of pure evil roam around. Eon on such an unfortunate day gets to meet a being which has made his right eyeball his home. He now has to navigate not only creatures of mass destruction but people in power who abuse the weak and ush them towards danger for their own profits. He has taken up the mantel of the demon hunter and with the being who lives in his eyeball he has to make tough choices and grow stronger to live in this cruel world.

"This isn't just a school. It's something more." Zeda Iverson thought high school was done, but her parents insisted on Shadowbrook Academy – a mysterious school she'd never heard of – instead of college. She soon discovers Shadowbrook hides secrets, and the four powerful princes who rule the academy are all obsessed with her. But their attention becomes the least of her worries as a dangerous revolution looms, threatening to destroy the academy and the princes Zeda has fallen in love with. Only Zeda holds the power to stop the coming chaos. Yet, her abilities are locked away. Can she unlock her potential and save everyone she loves before it's too late?

Once there was a fairy about Blood Lotus. Every petals can grant power, but the cost of the power that granted is addiction of blood. Jin Hao the son of the village gardener. Jin hao helping his father planting the seeds but he saw something red aura from garden. Thats how Jin Hao's adventure begins.

He was born in silence. Raised in shadows. And now… they expect him to kneel. Kaelen never asked to be dragged into the kingdom’s blood-soaked palace. Born of a forbidden lineage, he spent his life far from the golden halls of nobles—until the death of a king changes everything. Summoned by a court that doesn’t recognize him, and hunted by siblings who want him dead, Kaelen finds himself surrounded by liars, killers, and crowns too heavy to wear. But he isn’t here to claim a throne. He’s here to survive it. In a world where power is inherited and names are everything, one nameless boy will become the most dangerous piece on the board. The court made a mistake. They should have killed him before he learned how to play.

Mahiru a Elite member of INTERNATIONAL GHOUL BURN UNIT(IGBU) branch Japan faced a tragic incident. A Former Anti-Ghoul member became the head of the GHOUL Clan to destroy the IGBU. In this world there is no Justice. Justice is just a banner used by powerful people. Mahiru faced tragic incidence in past also and promise himself to take revenge. In this journey he will become a ultimate superior. This Story Causes Extremely Violence, 18+ scenes. So make sure you are Prepare for it.

“He took everything from me then swore to protect me. I forgave him. But I never forgot.” Sereya Valtore was born a legacy heir to a blood-stained name and a crumbling empire. To save her family’s last breath, she’s forced into a political marriage with Kaelen Dravik, the cold and ruthless heir to the dynasty that destroyed hers. Their union is a truce. A power play. A prison wrapped in silk. But on their wedding night, her father is assassinated and Sereya is left in enemy territory with no one to trust and everything to lose. As betrayal bleeds through both houses, Sereya must navigate deadly alliances, hidden assassins, and the slow, suffocating pull of a husband who’s supposed to be her enemy but protects her like something precious. Kaelen is unreadable, calculated, lethal and yet in the dark, he begins to show her pieces of the man behind the title. She tries to resist. He doesn’t ask her to. And somewhere between vengeance and survival, hate starts to crack. But when Sereya uncovers the truth behind her father’s murder that it was Kaelen who gave the order she must make an impossible choice: Forgive the man she’s come to love or become the queen her enemies fear. In the end, she does both. Because love was never the goal. Power was. And when Kaelen finally lets his guard down, when he believes he’s won her heart for good… She pulls the trigger. “I forgave you,” she says. “But I never forgot.”

Ereshgal was born under omens—marked by the gods, worshipped by mortals, destined to rule. But even a crowned godling fears death. Desperate to escape his fate, he defies the divine and drinks from a power older than the heavens themselves—crimson, cursed, eternal. Now immortal, he walks through centuries haunted by blood, betrayal, and the price of what he’s become. This is the story of the first vampire. Of the king who chose damnation over death. And of the world that will burn because of him.

In this world where monsters roam-They were not born of nature, nor were they created by God. There is only one thing that is certain: The origin of every nightmare... was humanity. Jealousy. Desire. Arrogance. From these emotions, darkness took form, and monsters were born. But who truly created them? And why? This story does not begin with an answer-It begins with a single question. Guided by that question, Five strangers from different parts of the world set foot in Japan. They do not yet know. That nightmares beyond imagination await them there. And now, the curtain rises. A story of a silent hell-Where common sense and hope will be shattered.

MY DEATH AND REGRET

In a world where bloodlines dictate fate, Fiona, the sole princess of the Blood Moon community, finds herself shackled to a werewolf in a marriage that defies her very nature as a vampire. Torn between loyalty and desire, she embarks on a dangerous affair with her husband’s half-brother, a powerful figure who ignites a passion within her that she never knew existed. As secrets unravel and tensions rise, Fiona grapples with the weight of her legal bond and the thrill of her illicit connection. But betrayal runs deeper than blood. Her twin sister, fueled by a thirst for revenge, lurks in the shadows, ready to expose Fiona’s duplicity and shatter the fragile peace of their world. In a realm where trust is scarce and alliances shift like the moon, Fiona must navigate her treacherous path carefully. Will she choose the safety of her marriage or the intoxicating freedom of forbidden love? In this gripping tale of desire, betrayal, and the quest for identity, every choice could lead to devastating consequences. Will Fiona emerge unscathed, or will her heart's true desire cost her everything?