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

There was more he should say, things he should express, but the words stuck in his throat, jumbled on his tongue. Alrin stood and backed away from the table enough to bow properly. "I will be ready at dawn, High Priest, unless there is a different time you want to leave."


"Dawn is fine," Korin said quietly. "I will walk with you, if you'll wait for me outside."


Alrin nodded, too adrift to argue or refuse, and left the king's solar. He leaned against the wall opposite the doors, scrubbing at his face with both hands, raking them through his hair, clenching and unclenching his fists, and was just about to start pacing up and down the hall when the doors opened. Korin bid a quiet farewell to Leifsson and watched him vanish down the hall before turning to Alrin. "Shall we?"


Chapter 39: Demon of Night, Part 4