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

Håkon jolted awake, stared out across sand and darkness. He drew a sharp breath that turned into a coughing fit, groaning in agony when the coughing jarred his ribs. Why weren't they healed? For that matter, why did his entire body feel as though he'd gone twenty rounds with a Titan?


He groaned as a hand landed heavy on his shoulder but was too weak and disoriented to protest when someone rolled him over so he lay on his back. "He's awake." The man talking was thin, scraggly, and smelled faintly of hellish magic, as if he spent a lot of time around someone who used it. The air smelled like the sea, made him ache, tears pricking at his eyes.


"Anything useful on him?" another voice asked, rough from too much smoking.


"Nah. Surprised the poor bastard made it, never mind actually managed to keep anything on him. Handsome fella, though, looks like a piskie."


Annoyance flared. Everyone called him that. Piskie. He wasn't a damned piskie, he was


Chapter 105: Stranded, Part 2