In a kingdom ravaged by the terrors of an ancient war, the only hope against them is the army of mixed-blood beings known as the King's Legion\, especially the Princes of the Blood, nigh-invincible warriors of fearsome magic and strength, their only weakness a need for pure human blood.

When his brother runs away, Raffé agrees to undergo the Blooding, but he is a pale imitation of his strong, capable brother. No one expects him to survive and become a Prince, merely to die to save his family and preserve honor.

But runaways and weaklings are the least of the kingdom’s concerns when an ancient evil returns with new tricks, and their only hope lies with knowledge long lost and a fierce bond forged in darkness …
Sex scenes/explicit content, 18+, Violence, Gore

Bisexual, MxM, Friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, vampires, demons, possessive, forbidden, coming of age, warrior, royalty/nobility

Princes of the Blood is created by Megan Derr, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

Princes of the Blood Series

He had known he needed it, of course, but to actually hunger for it  hazy memories of feeding returned to him, a soft voice reassuring him. Telmé? A Priest? The memory was not clear, but the ache in his jaw sharpened at the memory. Sacred Three, he really was a blood drinking half-demon. Raffé shivered.


"Starting to feel hungry, there?" Méo asked with a soft laugh and pulled his hand away. Raffé's skin seemed to tingle not quite painfully in the wake of his touch. "You're quiet." His eyes were soft, almost shimmery as the sunlight struck them. A trick of the light? Some element of his holy power? Raffé knew little to nothing of Priests.


Raffé made a face at the too familiar words. "So I'm told. My nurse called me 'mouse' when I was a boy."


Méo snorted at that. "No mouse would survive the Blooding. Did his Highness tell you anything about feeding?"


"No," Raffé said. "But I think that's half the fun for them."


Chapter 12: Princeling, Part 7