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 jerked awake when something clanged against the bars, setting his ears to ringing and his head to throbbing again. Moaning, Telmé scrabbled for leverage. He managed to drag himself to his feet just as the door swung open. Korin clambered off the bench and came to stand beside him. 


Telmé winced when he saw Tunç, Commander of the Legion and the best Prince of the Blood in history. Telmé had read and heard all the stories of the previous Princes; nobody was better than Tunç. He was strong, smart, powerful, and everybody listened to him without hesitation. Someday, Telmé would be just as good a Commander.


Unless Tunç forbade him becoming a Prince of the Blood, of course. Angering Hamon was bad enough, but Telmé didn't mind that. Hamon got mad at everyone all the time. Upsetting Tunç was something else entirely. Telmé hated disappointing Tunç more than anything else in the world. 


Chapter 133: Shame, Part 3