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

Telmé startled awake and stared blearily around the dim lit room. Remnants of a dream moved through his mind like wind-spun smoke. He scrubbed at his face, trying to banish the memory of too much silence. What had woken him? His eyes fell on the book lying open and face down on the floor.


"Are you all right?" Ingegärd asked softly from where she sat embroidering in the chair by Korin's bed.


 "Just a little groggy." Telmé bent to pick up the book, then slowly sat up again. He smoothed out the bent pages before closing the book with a soft snap and setting it aside on the table by his chair. He shifted his gaze to the bed, mind sluggish with exhaustion and fear. A bare smile curved his mouth at the way Dagrún had crawled into the bed to curl up against Korin's side, one small hand fisted in his robe, the other tucked away out of sight. Dagrún was nearly as bad as Telmé when it came to leaving Korin's side.


Chapter 130: Vigil