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 screamed as he swung, anger not remotely mollified by the feel of Korin's nose breaking beneath his fist. No, he wanted a hell of a lot more than a broken nose for a broken nose. He wanted to break Korin's entire stupid, smug, smarmy face.


He went for a second swing, screaming again, but it turned into a choked-off yelp when an arm wrapped around his neck and jerked him back against a wall of muscle and leather and wool. A wall he knew far too well. When Prince Hamon relaxed his grip, Telmé pulled free and used his sleeve to staunch the blood pouring from his nose. His eyes were watering and he could barely see and he was going to look like a fucking goblin for days. "I hate you," he said, balling his other hand into a fist as he glared at Korin.


"Not as much as I hate you." Korin tried to return the glare even as he struggled against Prince Cateline's hold. She held him easily, and finally started shaking him until he stilled.


Chapter 131: Shame, Part 1