A Prince Of The Blood

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.

He was framed. Forgotten. Left to die in the Ashfold. Five years later, the exiled prince walks free — cloaked in fire, wielding a power that should not exist. Betrayed by blood. Hunted by gods. Now he returns, not to reclaim his crown… but to burn the truth into the world’s bones. They thought the Ashfold would kill him. They were wrong. A dark fantasy of revenge, forgotten gods, and the rise of a fallen heir.

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?

The 'tragic' truth tells us that time-traveling is a technical skill, and clearly, Ye Zao was mediocre at it. Being duped by her own penny-pinching uncle into becoming a lowly concubine in someone else's house was bad enough, but why did it have to be in Fourth Master's residence? Being just a mere Concubine, how was she to get by? The starting point was too low, the background too poor, the bargaining chips too few! The big BOSS had too much HP, and every mini BOSS was lethal! After much deliberation, playing the virtuous act would get her killed, because there was Lady Ulaanala ahead of her. Playing the shrew would also lead to death, for there was Li Consort Fujin behind her. Bearing sons wasn't permitted, yet not bearing them left her with no support—what a conundrum of a life! Having finally maneuvered her way from the residence into the palace, she still had The Empress Dowager on top, who disliked her for not looking dignified enough! Fortunately, Fourth Master didn't mind, and he secretly quite fancied her undignified looks! Ye Zao's goal was to live a good life, clothed in silk and jewels, exalted and lofty.

A young woman escapes her village to save herself from the danger of people who want to take advantage of her capabilities. She grew up shutting her voice out of everyone's ears. But one day, because of the actions of her mistress, she met a Prince who also shut himself out of everyone's eyes. The Hidden Prince then sets off on a journey to show himself to his people along with the help of the magical woman who has the ability to heal any curse. They find out more about each other as they go on and change their fates.

In a forgotten corner of a vampire-ruled world, sixteen-year-old Elira, a quiet shepherd girl, lives a simple life among the hills her days filled with tending sheep, caring for her younger sister Lilin, and sharing soft-spoken moments with Nicholas, the nobleman’s son and her father’s old friend’s child. What blooms between Elira and Nicholas is young love: gentle, hesitant, and pure, untouched by the brutal world beyond their valley. But their peace is short-lived. Each spring, the vampires demand a Blood Tax; a girl from each village is offered to serve at the estate of a vampire lord. When the cruel hand of fate comes knocking, Elira’s name is chosen. Though the lord originally asked for her younger sister, her stepmother—driven by jealousy and self-interest—manipulates her father, Mr. Smith, into sending Elira instead. The choice is cemented when Elira learns her father owes a blood debt to the lord, forcing her to serve not for one year, but for several. Torn from her home, her love, and her dreams, Elira is taken to the vampire’s cold, towering estate where she is kept alive solely for her blood. She is neither harmed nor seduced, but her life is drained slowly—physically and emotionally—under strict rules, cruel servants, and a master whose gaze grows darker with time. As Elira struggles to survive the punishing routine, small mercies shine through: the kindness of a quiet housemaid, a secret song hummed at night, and memories of Nicholas that keep her soul intact. But when a mysterious northern vampire lord attends a decadent party and sees Elira, he recognises something in her eyes, something that stirs memories of a girl he once saved from drowning. She is not for sale… yet he is not a man who is easily denied. A deal is struck in secret. And Elira’s fate takes a darker, more dangerous turn—away from one vampire’s estate and into the chilling unknown of another lord’s domain. A story of love, sacrifice, betrayal, and quiet rebellion, a tithe of blood, a bloom of love explores the strength of a young girl forced to grow up too soon, and a romance that dares to survive in a world ruled by monsters.

When even death itself sees no difference between an innocent infant and a corrupted man, how else can one survive, especially in the face of war and bloodshed? With the kingdom of the Northern Island tearing itself apart with a rebellion and a civil war on the way, what is stopping the kingdom from collapsing entirely? As a prince and the true heir to the throne, Orevian Ballister must grasp the throne, taking up arms to lead those loyal to him through lands he has never been to before-- the windy mountains of the Rocklands, the fertile fields of the East Plains, and the spring-born lands of the South Cradle. The eyes of the rebels and the unbelievers lurk in the shadows and their steel awaits for theirs, but hope is stronger than fear, and hope is certainly not lost. Follow each unique character down the path of bloodshed as the rebellion ravages across the lands while an impending civil war peeks its head. Witness the rise and fall of heroes as those with the strongest will fight to survive this messed up world. This is the Tale of Blades and Blood.

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.

Ren Sakamura, an ordinary college student with a fondness for dark fantasy and isekai novels, suddenly finds himself ripped from his world and thrust into a new body—the body of Veylar Drakonis, an ancient and feared vampire lord known as the Crimson Sovereign.

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. In a world where energy flows like raging storms and survival depends on both blade and cunning, Aslan must forge an unlikely mercenary group from fellow outcasts—the one-armed, the one-eyed, and the cursed. 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?

"Snarn from his world without warning, Ken finds himself a slave in a strange kingdom where his survival will depend on his cunning and ambition."

The Arikasian Empire once stretched across the entire continent, but after 1000 years of domination it’s crumbling and fractured. The Second Prince, known as a failure, takes up the fight to unify the Enpire once more.

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?

treated worthless in his own clan and people, a powerless boy lives like a loser in a world ruled by magic and nobility. With no attributes, no magic, and no title, he’s treated as nothing more than an NPC in his own life. His only light—his girlfriend—abandons him for a powerful noble who is going to become a top and poweful person, crushing what little hope he had left. But fate doesn’t forget. When a forgotten curse awakens in his bloodline, he rises not as a hero... but as vengeance reborn. This time, he won’t just chase justice—he’ll rewrite the world’s rules.

The world once trembled at the name of Alucard Virelthane, the ancient Vampire Monarch who cloaked kingdoms in shadow and ruled the night with an unyielding will. For centuries, he defied time, the holy order, and the divine, until the Church’s Crusade united mankind, saints, and angels to bring his reign to a brutal end. Betrayed, outnumbered, and consumed by sanctified fire, Alucard fell. But death was only the beginning. Thousands of years later, in a world reshaped by peace and myth, he awakens, reborn as Caelan Erhart, the sickly heir of a fading noble house… and descendant of the Hero who struck the killing blow. The irony is sweeter than blood. Now of age, Caelan is summoned to Edenveil Hero Academy, a prestigious training ground for future defenders of humanity, But beneath its hallowed walls and golden banners lies a tangled web of secrets, politics, and the descendants of those who once worshipped him or dared to rise against him. But Caelan is no ordinary student. He is the Progenitor reborn, armed with ancient memories, forbidden magic, and a hunger that refuses to die. This time, he’s not just chasing vengeance. He wants answers. Power. And maybe… redemption. Allies will bleed. Enemies will kneel. And the world will once again tremble before the night. Let the Hero Academy bear witness: The Monarch of Blood has returned.

“Selama ini...” Suaranya lirih, namun menusuk—bagai bisikan kematian di tengah keheningan malam. “...kalian memaksa kami untuk terus diam.” Matanya menatap tajam ke arah mereka—mata yang dulu penuh luka, kini hanya menyisakan bara. “Memaksa kami menelan ketidakadilan, seakan kami tak punya hak untuk bersuara.” Langkahnya maju. Bayangan tubuhnya memanjang di bawah cahaya remang. Tangan yang dulu gemetar karena takut... kini menggenggam kebenaran yang telah lama dikubur. “Tapi sekarang…” Ia berhenti. Pandangan tak berkedip. Nafasnya tenang, tapi dunia terasa menahan napas. “Biarlah aku yang membuat kalian diam. Bukan untuk sementara... tapi selama-lamanya.” Dentum peluru. Jerit yang tak sempat keluar. Dan dunia pun menjadi benar-benar sunyi.

In the shadow of a cursed rose estate, Seraphina Veyne flees the ashes of her burning village, her heart shattered by the loss of her family and the haunting echo of her mother’s final words: “You are moonblooded.” Stumbling into the arms of Elias, a brooding vampire lord with crimson eyes and a guarded soul, she discovers a power within her blood that bends the lunar tides—a power that marks her as both savior and prey. As the roses around her weep crimson tears, a rugged werewolf alpha, Kael, emerges from the night, claiming her as the key to his pack’s survival, igniting a forbidden love triangle that threatens to consume her.Torn between Elias’s possessive promises of eternity and Kael’s fierce devotion, Seraphina awakens to her moonblooded heritage, a rare lineage coveted by warring vampire and werewolf clans. Guided by visions of her past and the pulsing magic of a silver locket, she trains to harness her lunar gifts, only to uncover a chilling truth: an ancient moonblooded elder has orchestrated the chaos, manipulating her destiny for a dark ascension. As betrayal cuts deeper than any claw, Seraphina must navigate a treacherous truce, confront the ghosts of her guilt, and unleash a storm of power that could unite—or destroy—her fractured world.In a climactic battle beneath a blood-red moon, Seraphina’s sacrifice shatters the elder’s reign, but at a devastating cost that binds her power to a sinister legacy. Rejecting the men who claim her heart, she rises as a lone force of hope, only to face a new shadow lurking in the roses—a threat that promises to unravel everything. Will the blood of the moonlit rose bloom into salvation, or drown her in eternal night

DEATH COULDN’T KILL HIM—IT JUST GAVE HIM A NEW LIFE TO DESTROY. Reo Carter was a name that made even the hardest killers shudder. A perfect hitman—no hesitation, no mercy. Until his own crew turned on him, leaving him bleeding out in a pile of bodies that used to be his enemies. But fate wasn’t done with him. He wakes up in a world of nobility, magic, and honor duels—trapped in the body of Leonhardt Caulem, the weakest, most useless son of Duke Caulem. A spoiled brat with no skill, no spine, and a reputation so pathetic that even servants look down on him. They think he’s weak? They have no idea who they just brought back. - Swords and magic? He spent his last life dodging bullets—this is child’s play. - Dueling etiquette? A knife in the ribs is the only honor that matters. - A noble’s life of luxury? He’s had enough backstabbing for one lifetime, thanks. He was once a ghost in the underworld—a man who didn’t exist. Now, in a world where strength is everything, he’s about to remind them what true fear looks like. The hitman is back. And this time, he’s aiming for something more. #NobleByDayKillerByNature #TheyBroughtBackTheWrongMan #FromHitmanToDuke #SayYourLastWords

"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.

A tale of stolen faces, buried legacies, and a world of opportunities. In the crooked alleys of Myrrowind, a seventeen-year-old orphan named Ren survives by becoming everyone but himself. Ren has become a ghost in the world of nobles and criminals alike—a master thief, a con artist, a boy with a thousand faces. No one knows who he truly is. Not even him. But the mask remembers.

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.

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar

Naruto: Comparisson between Narutos as a Prince of Pureness and Prince of Lust.

A cursed vampire. A cursed castle. Every century, under the Blood Moon, a bride is chosen from the realm of mortals to be wed to the Lord of Shadows—a vampire king whose name has long been forgotten by time. The ceremony is said to bring peace between the nightwalkers and the realms of men. But no bride has ever survived the wedding night. Isla, a healer’s daughter from a quiet village, never believed in legends—until she's taken by soldiers of the Crimson Court and forced into silver chains. Chosen by prophecy, marked by a crescent birthmark that burns under moonlight, she is delivered to Castle Vespermoor, a haunted stronghold where walls bleed, shadows whisper, and former brides linger in deathless silence. Her groom, Lord Raelthorn, is not the monster she imagined—but neither is he the savior she hoped for. Bound by a curse older than the war itself, he hides more secrets than fangs. He claims he doesn't want her. He says she must leave… or she will die. But the castle won't let her go. As Isla begins to uncover the truth about the vampire war, and her role in ending it, she must survive court intrigue, betrayal, and a love that was never meant to bloom. Because peace demands sacrifice. And some stories don’t end in weddings—they end in blood. -